Chapter Ninety-Two: Self-Deception

The system gave a faint, knowing laugh. Judging from the behavior analysis, the rise in Ji Ciyuan’s favorability this time was most likely because Ye Cangming had suffered a quiet loss on his end. In a good mood, he tossed a little sweetness your way.

Chu Yuyao arched a brow, chewing on a spirit fruit as her thoughts flickered back. “Hah. That sharp-tongued man would give me sweetness? That candy probably has some poison mixed into it.”

She did not take it to heart at all.

What difference was there between minus forty-five and minus fifty-five?

It had not even broken through the zero mark yet. Otherwise, there might at least have been a little hope.

And now, in just half a month, the three great clans had already been badly weakened and reduced to the ranks of lesser families.

After saying that, Liang Yuping and Nanyun leaped from the boat. Steering the craft toward the ferry landing, Tao Hairu watched until Liang Yuping’s skiff vanished into the darkness before he ordered the vessel to head after Ge Yixi.

Lifting his gaze to the heavens, he saw the starry sky hidden beneath the dark, leaving the shifting changes of the night beyond sight. The prime minister’s residence was about to change as well.

So the few of us chatted for a while, and the mood was fairly harmonious. Since the match was already over, there was no need to keep acting as though we were about to throw down. In the end, we were all rookie boxers; the right choice was to stand together and improve as one.

In order to find out where Lord Ge had gone, Mu Xuexing could only take a risky move. He pretended to be enraged to draw attention away, and it was only under the ensuing chaos that Cheng Lu had the chance to slip away with the key. With nothing else to do now, Mu Xuexing could only wait, waiting for the sun to go down before rescuing the man and fleeing.

Besides that, the reason Xia Shiyu’s expression had soured upon hearing that name was that Liu Hao had once been one of her suitors as well.

Since Xu Fan vanished, Yan Ying had been uneasy and unsettled. In the end, she could not sit still any longer and came to look for him.

“Haha! I never expected all of you to be this formidable. You’ve all become demon emperors!” Xiao Long swept his gaze over them and smiled lightly.

“You. Fine, I’ll gamble with you. But if your disciple loses, I want not only the formula for crafting the Divine Sword Talisman, I also want you to apologize to me in public and take back the words you used to insult my Myriad Sword Sect.” Huang Yi said indignantly.

The two of them looked at each other. That air about them, that suppressed hatred—though they both tried to conceal it, it was still plain to see.

However, this Jasmine probably would no longer pretend to be friendly with her. She would likely spare no effort to frame her and slander her.

“What?” The man was stunned, staring at Tang Yao in confusion, thinking he had heard wrong.

Wonderful. They had actually thought of hanging County Magistrate Mou up to buy time. No one knew how that one-eared fellow had managed it.

After Granny Zhao said that, Li Jiaojiao’s motion to refuse actually paused. She froze, then lifted her head and looked seriously at Granny Zhao.

His Majesty had once said that he was moody and unpredictable. He could no longer afford to appear so childish before His Majesty.

That was a sacred body, not some cabbage from a market stall. In the heavens, a sacred body was a constitution encountered only once in ten thousand years. If nothing unexpected happened, the lowest achievement such a person could reach would still be that of an immortal emperor ruling a domain.

“You were asleep, then suddenly sat up and threw a handful of paper ash. You really have no idea what happened?” The cripple asked again.

When the bandits saw that One-Ear had already led the charge downhill, they all drew their various weapons and rushed after him.

Although Prime Minister Su was smiling with such kindness, Su Yuebai still heard the thick stench of conspiracy in it. Su Jiu, however, remained calm. When he had first been with his own girl, he had already prepared himself to face the prime minister’s difficulties.

With that, he swept his sleeve and strode away. If anyone else had dared speak to Su Yuebai like that, he would have already chopped off their head. But this Wu Yu was indeed moldable into talent, and he was not someone rotten to the core—just straightforward to a fault.

Only then did Abbas rise and embrace Kanael, following it with a kiss on both cheeks, before turning his eyes to the bandit, though his expression remained unreadable.

The hidden force turned out to be an arrowhead laced with corrosive venom. Deep blue and black, what else could it be but a poison of searing destruction?