Chapter 77: Stay Quietly Behind Your Sister

From childhood to adulthood, anyone he wished to deal with would inevitably be beaten by him, and in the end, they'd have to put on a smiling face. When had he ever suffered such resistance?

“You—you lowly inferior creature, do you know who I am? I am Li Xiaobao, young master of the Li family from the capital. How dare you defy me, even lay a hand on me? I’ll make sure you die with no grave to be found.”

“Li…”

This matter would take a long time, yet even now, Fang Ze could sense a subtle change emerging within him.

“Why did you come here to get rid of my child, tell me?” Mu Shenjie’s dark eyes gazed deeply at her.

Sleep-Sleep knew well enough, but seeing all the families in the village bustling and neat, she couldn’t help but miss her father, and then, unable to resist, glanced back up at the mountain.

Xue’er had already studied Ye Zheng for some time; back at 1080, Xingyao suffered setbacks—wasn’t it because they had over a hundred guild members?

If one paid attention, they’d notice the Empress’s legs could no longer move, limp and folded at a strange angle. No normal person could twist their feet like that, yet the Empress, still dressed elegantly, retained the best composure among the three.

“That’s true, but with Yue Hao watching nearby, it shouldn’t be a problem,” Han Hui remarked.

The Master of the Holy Demon Sect had recovered somewhat, his face no longer waxen but tinged with some color.

After finishing, the pig teammate, Irshan, hurriedly dashed off, leaving Ling Lingqi alone to face the sticky nine-tailed fox behind her.

Ye Zheng calculated rapidly in his mind. The energy value seemed sufficient, but if something changed, whether he could last until escaping Dragon Abyss Swamp was uncertain.

Lan Mohan had noticed something as well, quickly sending everyone else back to their rooms. After all, Lan Mohan’s strength was formidable and inspired confidence. Lan Yalie’s temper wasn’t great either; provoking her was no good, so everyone suppressed their curiosity and returned to their rooms.

If you do something intentionally, it may not count as merit. But if you do it unintentionally, that is merit. People only know of their ancestors’ blessings, but do you know why? Because your ancestors had no selfishness. If you have no merit yourself and rely on ancestral blessings, that’s a cosmic joke.

I didn't know where she would take me. In the taxi, Bai Luyao finally wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and rested her head quietly against the glass window.

Liu Pan was overjoyed, bid Zhang Liao farewell, and hurried back to the city to report. Liu Cong, surprised by the Han army’s generosity, immediately began arrangements for Liu Biao’s burial.

Volvos’s death threw the Persian army into chaos. After a day of fierce fighting, Babylon was breached by the allied forces.

A middle-aged man wearing a Lei Feng cap and draped in a green military coat stood with his hands tucked into his chest, his gaze darkly fixed on my back.

Liu Guang knew how to conduct himself, restraining his branch from involvement in major thefts. As for the Thieves’ Gate, were they poor? Clearly not; they were rich—filthy rich. With so much money, why still steal? It was their nature, like drinking; you can abstain, but when there’s no wine, you crave it.

Upon hearing of his side’s continued defeats, Volvos realized that with Parthian troops and Han forces flooding the city and both gates wide open, Babylon could no longer be held. A cornered beast would still fight; Volvos led his guards into the fray.

“Crab pincers! That’s it!” Yue Hai understood the truth—the enemy had slipped through the gap between the left wing and the main force at the center, encircling the left wing from both directions in an instant.

“At such a critical moment for the nation’s survival, these nobles remain so decadent—it’s heartbreaking for the people!” Yue Hai echoed.