Mr. Ni

Dou Manor.

The gatekeeper stumbled in, unable to conceal the panic in his voice. “Master, Master!”

“What is it?”

Master Dou, coming from the side room, sat down as usual, his expression calm.

“Serve the tea.”

A constable dressed in black hurried into the main hall behind the gatekeeper. He didn’t have time to sit, his face equally grave and tense. Bowing, he said, “No need for tea now, Master Dou. The chief has already sent Chief Qian and three squads of officers to Dou Manor. They should arrive soon.”

Xiang Lanqing felt a surge of scorching spiritual energy transmit through the blade that pierced her body, passing through her chest and spreading to her organs, limbs, and bones.

At that moment, many of the front-row cavalry saw clearly: after the gunsmoke from the musketeers faded, the Ming soldiers had sharpened many thin branches and inserted them into the wheels, or between the carriage and its wheels. Extra long spears were also thrust between the wheels.

Seeing Zhang Mo’s pleading gaze, Wang Yun waved his hand in consent. Xu Chu and Du Fei guarded him, riding ahead, with Butler Wang and the others following closely.

It wasn’t just in the gaming field; the messaging app under development, Weixin, faced its fiercest competition from Tengda as well. In fact, the future of Sprout Holdings hinged entirely on the outcome of its struggle with Tengda.

After finishing, he rushed into the morgue. On the mortuary bed, Han Xin had indeed opened his eyes and was turning his head to survey the room.

She didn’t regret revealing it—she would have spoken out anyway; her personality wouldn’t let her hold back. It was just the occasion that was inappropriate, making her feel less dignified.

“So after all that, who is it?” Zhang Mo’s curiosity was piqued, left hanging, itching for an answer.

But he waved his hand again, and the entire miasma forest instantly burned to ashes. All the poisonous fog dissipated, and only dead branches and withered leaves remained.

Lu Yi, unrecognized by the whole nation, considered too young to compare to Tang Heqiang. The casting caused a stir, but Takagi believed in him and thus unlocked the Zhuge Liang storyline.

Fu Yingzhu: “…” She did not feel comforted. If even Brother Yang couldn’t defeat that monster, who among them could possibly surpass him?

The Divine Yin-Yang Eyes could penetrate all secret arts and laws. This was the mark of a clear Dao heart and a sign of successful cultivation—Dao Yi had reached this level.

For today’s morning practice, Huang Qiu still had Xu Chengye practice the Innate Skill, but he felt nothing special yet.

Unfortunately, his Beastmaster Manual hadn’t reached the third page; otherwise, a violent contract wouldn’t be out of the question.

Mo Youchou looked at him in disbelief, ceasing her cries. “You saved me. Are you really that capable?”

Qin Xue spoke openly to Yang Qing about their station’s affairs. “A new king, new ministers—the rules are as such.”

The carriage moved swiftly; in less than an hour, it had left Xianyang’s gates and was now on the official road from Xianyang to Tongguan.

Qu Buping said, “No, it was him who tried to take advantage just now, not me. But I think he must be mesmerized by you; otherwise, with his skills, how could he have capsized in a gutter?”

Ella hesitated, then cut a lock of her hair and handed it to Gregory. Gregory held the hair up to his eyes, rubbed it between his fingers, sniffed it, and finally put it in his mouth to taste.

At that moment, the roller coaster was full and began to move slowly. Tan Jin’er instinctively gripped the handle, her delicate face tense with anxiety.

Amy surrendered readily. Watching the cocoa beans handed over, the people of the city-state were even more confused, unable to guess what these outsiders were up to.

Apparently chastened by the recent lesson, Man Pengfei now appeared outwardly respectful, his thoughts focused on politeness and enthusiasm, with no ulterior motives.

“They’re already fighting, and it’s extremely fierce.” Meng Xianjun squinted, his pupils tinged with purple. In his vision, countless black-and-white figures were furiously battling around the two bodies—a contest invisible to the naked eye.