33 The General's Wife and the Concubine's Younger Brother 11

Bian Shijie’s pupils contracted as he raised his hand and fired a shot at the anvil. The heavy anvil relied on its own weight to withstand most of the bullet's force, and after emitting a few sparks, it continued to move forward majestically.

The mechs behind did not turn on their energy lights. In this corridor, which was barely wide enough for two mechs to walk side by side, they only needed to follow the footsteps of the teammates in front.

Lin Miaomiao was frustrated. This nitpicking was far too obvious—could they not eat less if they were looking for trouble? Didn't they see that the people from Mengjia were looking at them as if they were monsters?

Just as Song Que caught his long blade, which had been knocked away, and prepared to deliver a fatal blow, the figure of the Evil Emperor Shi Zhixuan leapt in front of Zhang Liang and threw a palm strike, forcing his opponent to retreat.

"What kind of service are you looking for?" Qin Dandan was offering preferential services to her customers.

"Everyone sit down. Weiwei, come sit next to me." Murong Yanyu gestured for Luo Meiwei to sit beside him.

Croatia reached out to sense the surroundings, but ultimately returned his focus to the thin sword. He shook his head at Luo En with a frown, and after a brief struggle, they learned about the secret passage in the hall.

Among the soldiers, the faint-hearted were already cowed by Hai Ye’s imposing presence. Some felt their legs go weak involuntarily, hesitating as they considered dropping their weapons.

After the Duke of Cheng returned to his estate, Lady Jin retreated to her Qinghui Courtyard and did not wander about easily. After all, the Emperor held the Duke in high regard, and even with the support of the Virtuous Consort, she dared not be too arrogant.

Hai Lan’s eyes flickered slightly, and her expression became somewhat subtle. It was clear she had heard something.

Seeing Yu Zizhen’s expression, Yu Zicheng knit his brows. Yu Weiyan glanced at Yu Zizhen without any change in her eyes; it was a pity she hadn’t killed him outright that day, though, as a cripple now, he was living a life worse than death.

At this moment, Ye Binghan’s hair was messy and her face remained deathly pale. In the daze of surviving the aftermath, she hadn't known how to speak, but upon hearing the greeting from earlier, she snapped back to reality. She first looked at the boy she was protecting, and after confirming he was unhurt, she let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Yes, it was agreed upon. Just hand over the bounty notice, and there won't be any trouble." The white silk in Blind Xian’s hand spun around Lou Fanbai’s temple, causing strands of hair to fall to the ground.

At this moment, Xiao Zhen was pushing forward with no room to dodge. Gritting his teeth, he turned slightly to avoid his vital points and clamped the sword under his ribs. As the blade attempted to pull back, Xiao Zhen grabbed it with both hands, gripping the body of the sword tightly.

However, the moment Lu Shuangshuang stepped into the Buddha hall, her mood suddenly became inexplicably light. The pressure she had been forcing down on her emotions eased significantly, as if the final straw holding back a sluice gate had been removed. Sorrow surged forth, and as Lu Shuangshuang knelt on the prayer cushion, she burst into tears.

Sifeng Jingyan stopped in his tracks, his body freezing in place, for he had already seen Sifeng Jingyue sitting cross-legged, the white tiger before her bowing its front hooves, obediently accepting the contract.

After walking only a few steps, Zhu Da realized how correct Uncle Xiang’s advice had been. On this road leading to the main gate, the number of unsavory characters was far greater than at the Renyi Bridge ferry. There were those following like ghosts, those feigning honesty to strike up conversations, and others in rags begging for pity. Still others wandered aimlessly, colliding with people to fish in troubled waters.

"Based on your experience, can the techniques you pass on deceive Shi Ning’s eyes?" This was what Shen Nianyi wanted to ask.

He pointed a finger at Jing Ye, and several bailiffs immediately rushed toward him with swords drawn, plunging the surroundings into instant chaos.

Speaking of this, there was a sense of lament. The Ming Dynasty lacked horses, so any they had were fully utilized. The various Mongol tribes on the grasslands were different; each man had two or three horses, switching mounts halfway to ensure speed without exhausting their steeds.

Gu Xixi slapped his wandering hand, but no matter how she pushed, it remained draped over her waist, refusing to let go.

The rose thorns pricked my fingertip, and I instinctively let go. The flower and my phone hit the ground with a thud, startling the people in the room.

Zhou Zhining finally realized that staying any longer would only be more embarrassing. After clenching her fists several times, she abruptly grabbed the pearl handbag from the bed, held her head high, and with an arrogant expression and the last bit of fabricated pride, she walked past Su Xia.

"Forget it, that’s just the interior design style. Do you think our son has no aesthetic sense like you?" Chen Chuyi could not listen anymore and chased Su Lianzheng off to help move the table.

The mutton was wrapped in a layer of browned protein and sugar, making it exceptionally delicious. The fatty parts of the pork belly were glistening, while the lean parts were chewy. With a bit of skin left on, each bite was crisp yet resilient, providing great satisfaction to the palate.

"Jiran." Gu Xixi was wearing a large sweater and sweatpants, clearly having not even had time to change her clothes. Her wide smile was flushed with excitement. Chen Jiran only took one look at her before pulling her by the shoulder and leading her into the room.

However, now that he was a waste, he clearly lacked his former speed and reaction time.

Since she started working at Ye Yu Jiang Hu, she had saved some money, and coupled with the shares left by her grandfather, her net worth was truly substantial. It was just a bit troublesome to liquidate those shares.

But the sensitive Lin Xiao still easily detected a faint, bloody scent emanating from her.

Xia Shouwei looked at him in this state, patted his shoulder, and said with a melancholic air, "Actually, you are right. Relying on legal means to protect yourself when something happens is the correct choice."

"I knew you guys would bully Ye Feng like this," Deng Chao said from the sidelines. However, Chen Chichi relaxed his suppression and began jumping on the trampoline: Who said a fat guy couldn't play this? He would jump one for them to see.

The staff humanely ejected them the moment they finished counting their own rhythm.

The biting blade dragged a trail of dust and smoke, pointing straight at Obito’s neck. Seeing the murderous intent in Sasuke’s eyes, Uchiha Obito smiled—it was a smile of liberation, a smile of enlightenment.

Boss Lin smiled bitterly and put down his auction paddle, no longer competing. His funds were not deep enough to go this far; anything over one hundred million RMB made his heart ache.

He hadn't even seen the face of the "Fairy Sister." Finding someone like that would be truly strange. Yet, he couldn't go back to ask A-Zhu for a portrait of her; wouldn't returning like that clearly reveal he had been deceiving her?