Chapter 49: A Promise Made Cannot Be Broken

Fang Zhixu glanced at the door, which was not completely shut. A gentle draft from the hallway blew in, and he said, "Go close the door properly."
She had just secured the door when a warm body pressed against her from behind, pulling her into a full embrace. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and asked, "Were you crying just now because you were worried about me?"
Zhao Baitong was jarred slightly by the impact, but she didn't...
Gong Chu had already sensed something was amiss just a moment ago. At this point, he kept one eye slightly closed. Even with one eye shut, he still felt dizzy, but at least he had not lost his sanity like the other soldiers had.
Zhao Yuan was somewhat annoyed that Yun Yang had just professed such deep and unwavering devotion to the Matchmaker God, even claiming, "I only fear his heart does not match mine." Yet now that she saw the real person, she kept dodging and avoiding him, unwilling to be gentle and compliant.
"Advance..." Zhao Bi knew full well that this phalanx formation ordered by Zhao Kuo was infallible against cavalry, as military exercises had long since proven. Upon hearing the command, all the infantrymen, clad in massive armor formed by interlinked shields, marched step by step toward the enemy. The sound of their synchronized footsteps now seemed somewhat chilling.
Yun Moyue naturally did not hold his martial arts in any regard. Although Queen Sophie's martial arts were quite decent even in the Kingdom of Men, in Yun Moyue's eyes, it was tantamount to a clumsy, laughable routine.
In the past, he paid no attention to whatever actions Zhang Ning took, but now he could not afford to ignore them.
If Yun Moyue were able to speak right now, she would definitely give these two frighteningly precocious children a thorough lecture.
Qiuyun's words caused Qi Chang to stop crying, and in her heart surged a fierce hatred for Ma She. She felt that Qiuyun was right; unless they flayed Ma She and stripped him of his bones, she would never be happy.
Although the mountain pass ahead looked close, it was actually still far away. According to Mayahu, the training grounds established by those martial arts practitioners should be located just over that mountain pass.
When Su Tianji was riding the Ferris wheel, Yun Moyue accompanied him by his side, and Grey brocade also loved to play here.
"Put that way, if someone claims to be from the Prince Chun's Estate, as long as their attire is lavish and they spend money extravagantly, Suiwan simply assumes it's all true?" The more Yun Yang thought about it, the more suspicious that past incident seemed in retrospect.
"Buddha, I have followed you for so long and helped you secure the position of one of the three giants of the West District. I have never asked you for anything. After five years with you, this is what you have to say to me? Fine, since you trust me so little, from now on we go our separate ways!" Ghost Seven said, turning on his heel to leave.
"Don't you worry, Director Du. With Platoon Leader Sun and the others helping to look after things, nothing will go wrong," Meng Fan said, handling the social dynamics adeptly.
There were virtually no footprints left beneath the feet of Xu Shaoyu and E Shang. It seemed they had been continuously utilizing their internal energy to lighten their bodies and had never stepped down with their full weight, which explained the absence of tracks.
The two chatted for a little longer, and seeing that Green Branch no longer minded the previous incident, Wu'er remembered she still had other chores to attend to and hurried off to busy herself.
Master Qin arrived without getting too close. Seeing the large yellow dog, he couldn't help but frown. The large yellow dog also saw Elder Qin and, ignoring the dozens of soldiers holding leveled rifles, walked step by step toward Elder Qin with the poise and air of a seasoned, steady general.
Canchan looked at the puzzled expression on Qiao Muchen's face, thinking that if Qiao Muchen genuinely knew nothing about the press conference, then his acting skills were simply too consummate.
"Praise your grandpa! Are you really that happy that I'm dead? I'm not even your assassination target!! Wait, could I actually be your assassination target?" Ke Zimo stared at the computer screen with lingering fear, suspecting he was hallucinating.
"Forget it, you win," Viper said, falling silent. He genuinely admired Ice; this fellow's poison-crafting skills surpassed even his own as a master poisoner. Viper couldn't even discern the method Ice used to administer the poison, only seeing Ice's bewitching smile.