Chapter 142: The War to Slay the King (Part 3)

The barrier of Yuanxu was shattered, and Xiao Zi and Lu Xiaoxiao rushed inside.

Xiao Zi's face was filled with extreme rage, her flowing robes fluttering like a ferocious beast descending from the mountain, striking a palm toward King Biancheng with lightning speed.

To everyone's surprise, King Biancheng's expression shifted drastically; not daring to be the least bit negligent, he dropped me instantly and turned to engage Xiao Zi in battle.

In the flash of a spark, the two had already exchanged dozens of blows.

Lu Xiaoxiao tossed the Cleaving Blade to me:......

"The Chairman must have his reasons for doing so. Didn't he openly declare that this generation of author newcomers fails to showcase the spectacles of years past? There is no need for me to spell out what must be done, right?" A gracefully charming elderly man arched his eyebrows, swept his gaze across the room, and the corners of his mouth curled upward.

"I understand," Shen Nuo unexpectedly replied with these words, showing complete comprehension. Yet, countless invitations poured in for the game he had just started, all of which he completely ignored.

The trade in Heqiu had naturally been credited to Yuan Ziwen ever since his chance encounter with Qiu Ke. Now that Qiu Ke had been missing for over fifty years, the commercial exchanges between Yicheng and Heqiu had also persisted for over half a century.

However, the game had no team quests at present, and judging by the looks of it, Diandian was not going to get into any disputes with anyone that would require party-based PK.

Robert rambled on with his dying words, while Ned merely endured the sorrow of losing a friend, listening in silence.

For the past twenty-odd years, to be precise, he had not even known what he was living for. Devoting his heart and soul to medicine, how had he ended up in the end? He was nothing more than a prisoner at the mercy of others.

"Being able to serve you, Brother Neng, is our greatest honor!" Su Chang, overbearing and arrogant, rushed over to flatter him at the very first moment.

The hallway she walked down every day seemed exceptionally long at that moment. Qin Yumeng knew very well that she was gambling, acting like a desperate gambler staking her entire fortune on the gaming table.

No one came to disturb her the next day. Shen Jingyan slept until mid-morning, and after washing up, she pushed open her door, only to discover another room right across the hall, though its doors and windows were tightly shut at the moment.

The waiter had no idea that Ma Xier was a member of the Dashun army, and thus spoke without restraint. No wonder Ma Xier stopped him from continuing.

It seemed that her stalling tactic had been seen through. Su Xian'er sighed deeply as she followed Lin Jingshu out of the fitting room.

Seeing those familiar titles pop up one by one, she instantly recalled the gambling game from last night.

Yan Ziyi was left speechless and amused—did failing to let her eat breakfast make him a villain? If so, her world was truly simpler than a blank sheet of paper.

After spending a few days and finding herself utterly helpless, Tao Tao could only bite the bullet and head once more to the family planning office in the district where his wife's household registration was located.

Ling Ruifan switched on the flashlight, led me outside the operating room, and began to push the door open, only to find it barred shut from the inside.

Guo Lin smiled faintly without answering. Naturally, they had no idea that he had already given the pass token to Lady Meng.

He knew that once he went up the mountain this time, the next time he returned would surely be when his child was born.

No wonder she complained that I had arrived early. According to my biological clock, running over here without eating or making breakfast meant being sixty or seventy minutes ahead of schedule—what did that even amount to?

"Chiyuan wants to take Baizhong to see the Scarlet King. What is this about?" Hua Shang and Hun Tian began discussing again.

Hmph! Deng Ziyuan actually produced a pair of silver chopsticks, inserting them into the wine while secretly casting a silver-mirror spell. Inspection proved it was indeed non-toxic. However, the inherent potency of wine is akin to demons and monsters; how could it ever be detected by such means?

Upon seeing Zhu Huahua, especially upon noticing the Brahma flower embroidered on her skirt, Niu Kui's eyes lit up. Extremely excited, she stumbled over in a run, step by step, leaving blood soaking into the ground beneath her feet.

I was utterly helpless with Kang Kang, that wild girl. I dared not lecture her too harshly, yet she refused to listen to guidance, always maintaining an air of complete innocence.

Ruomei looked up in astonishment. True, she was the one who told Zhao Chen'an that she saw two thousand taels of silver banknotes on Yinzhu. But it was Zhao Chen'an who ordered her to slap Yinzhu's mouth and bind Yinzhu tightly. How did it somehow become her fault now?