Chapter 22: Roguish Friends

“Mr. Lin, since my grandfather already knows about our meeting and sent someone to invite you to the Xu family, I suppose there’s no need for me to arrange another opportunity for you,” Xu Qingcheng said helplessly. She felt resigned; she had originally intended to handle the matter quietly on her own, but unexpectedly, an obstacle appeared midway, and in the end, her grandfather found out.

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The middle-aged man turned around nostalgically, gazing at the ten shadowy figures before him. They were all orphans, unattached and without ties; they were also the Qiao family’s most elite shadows, hidden always behind their master.

“But when with others, you shouldn’t speak so bluntly. It’s easy to offend people unnecessarily. This is wisdom earned from life’s experience. Ask old Yu if it isn’t so. You are the most important young person I’ve ever met, and I hope you’ll continue to progress.”

“It was a guest wearing a golden mask!” the messenger girl said with her head lowered. As Xue Feifei recalled the young man from earlier in the day, her eyes softened with endless tenderness. As today’s patron entered, she gathered her thoughts, rewarded the girl with some silver scraps, and sent her away.

Though Zhao Ming did not speak plainly, Zhao Lü was already burning with anger. He had no idea that his Lady He had made more than one attempt on the Princess’s life.

Lin Ying was somewhat taken aback. Even though his own achievements were not insignificant, he hadn’t expected the people from the Gale Sea to pay him so much attention, especially at a time like this. Shouldn’t they be commanding their three great armies instead?

Xia Yang watched as Wang Xi smiled and offered him the cake. He felt terrified, as if she were a monster that might eat him. The corners of his mouth drooped, his eyes filled with tears, and at last he broke into loud sobs.

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Zhang Dong and the others had no objections at all; in fact, they greatly agreed with Lin Feng’s proposal. As the school’s reputation grew and its prospects improved, Zhang Dong and the others were naturally delighted.

The ringing of blades echoed ceaselessly as the two engaged in a fierce battle in the back mountains of the Heaven and Earth Blade Sect.

Ding Tieniu took off his military cap, shed his uniform, changed into civilian clothes, and extended his right hand to bid farewell to Yu Genshan, the political commissar, the chief of staff, Han Dagang, and Staff Officer Wu.

In that instant, he thought, this is my gentle wife. The sudden realization intoxicated him, as if he had just drunk a glass of deep red wine; he was utterly lost in it.

The technique used was one Nangong Changyun had just grasped before arriving. He attached his will to his flying sword, fusing it with the art of thunder, unleashing a dazzling array of colors against the malicious spirits.

Everyone has needs; it depends on the situation, on whom one is with. If it’s with a beloved partner, he would be more than willing.

Gan Qingfeng laughed heartily, formed a spell with his fingers, and with a sweep of his long sleeve, the countless thunderballs vanished, instantly breaking the terrifying seal.

“Brother!” Nelson, who had just been looking down on Fang Li, was stunned. Had he misheard? The Dean had called Fang Li “brother”—the president of the Magic Association, the distinguished Archmage Herbert, actually addressed Fang Li as “brother.” He pinched his own thigh. Could it be that the little courage-boosting drink he’d had last night was still clouding his mind?

As for the original owner’s identity, it seemed hazy, as though they were from an ordinary family. There seemed to be an older brother, and in her memory, someone called her “Xi’er”—but everything else was forgotten.

He only wanted to spare her from grievances. However, perhaps she didn’t see this as a grievance at all, but rather as a respectful way to interact with her subordinates.

“Your Majesty, before I answer your question, may I first examine Huanlian’s injuries? Only then can I give you the most appropriate advice,” Yan Yu said, halting her salute and glancing at Huanlian, who lay motionless on the ground.