Volume One, Chapter Forty-Two: The Mischief of the Wild Child! A Rabbit Sparks a Bloody Incident!

But she understood better than anyone the rulers’ thirst for power. She held in her hands the very thing they coveted most. To achieve their ends, they would stop at nothing.

“Do you truly wish to become my enemy?” Fahai suddenly interrupted, asking in a calm tone.

In the end, it turned out that the entire shop laid off only her. The excuse was that there were too many employees, but even the manager didn’t know the real reason. He only followed the owner’s instructions, and perhaps the truth was known only to the owner.

Sun Wu made three phone calls before the other party finally answered, giving them a meeting place and telling them to go there.

Ye Zifeng had just arrived at the courtyard when his phone rang—it was Ye Feifan calling.

“Thank you, but that’s too much praise,” Chen Chu replied awkwardly. He knew better than to covet a friend’s wife; concise speech was the correct approach.

After reconciling with Wong Kar-wai, Wu Hua was a bit excited. He rarely took out his best suit, intending to dress up before meeting Wong Kar-wai.

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Li Jinglong said, “I suppose they’ll curse me.” Yet it was only natural for the Crown Prince to summon him after the two kings met, so he entrusted Hong Jun to Li Bai’s care, planning to return for him after finishing his task.

It was pure reflex—Jiayu turned her head and immediately covered her ears, the helplessness on her face replaced by an icy indifference.

Clearly, Silver Mask paid no heed to Yi’s displeasure, treating her as insignificant, and laughed.

“Ruyan, what are you saying? You faced life and death on Mount Kunlun—what happened?” Ruyan’s grandfather’s face was suddenly filled with concern as he questioned Li Ruyan.

The old baron did not run; he turned to look at Jonk, whose forehead was drenched in cold sweat. Jonk, in turn, looked at Baihe.

The Tang family patriarch earned great fame in the ninety-nine provinces of the human realm through the Flame Dragon True Technique, and was a figure of renown on the Heavenly Ranking.

Even the Whisperer Alliance, that hornets’ nest, got involved this time—it’s clear things are far from over.

Aunt Grandmother’s voice changed with fear, “You! How are you here? Why aren’t you—?!” The rest of her sentence was swallowed back; her face drained of all color.

Next up was Wang Jinglong. His prize wasn’t much more generous than the others: the qualification to practice two advanced cultivation techniques was exchanged for one near-Dao level technique, and he received an extra set of materials for the Five Great Sword Qi.

Aunt Chen bit her lip. If her selfishness were exposed to the master, he might indulge her, but knowing his temperament, he would not let her off lightly.

“How do you know? Why can’t you be flexible? Why must you ask your Yun’er? Isn’t there anyone else in the City Lord’s Mansion?” Qin Feng said irritably.

Where had her former arrogance and unruliness gone? How was it that today she lay there so quietly?

Base tree after base tree grew and expanded in silence, vast swathes of plants fused in, constantly storing organic matter for Meng Yang.

“The enemies have gathered together, which means Yuan Guoping and his men are heading this way too. I say we block this spot, don’t let them through. When everyone is here, we’ll decide what to do,” Song Deyong suggested.

After all, being number one means little; only winning the International Silver Cup League brings true value.

Kangxi looked at Zhou Peigong, Zhou Peigong looked at Kangxi, the ministers and princes watched Kangxi and Zhou Peigong, then glanced at each other.

“Sir, name your price! We’d like to purchase this piano piece from you,” the manager said with a smile.

Yet all of this was the result of Cold Cloud Di’s careful orchestration—the many crises and brushes with death were all arranged by him.

“Bastards! These Milai people! If I don’t flay them alive, I’ll renounce my name!” cried the cavalry general. His real name was Donggong Fourteen. Seeing the ground strewn with corpses in cavalry uniforms—his own men—he reacted far more fiercely than the infantry general beside him.

Snipers are called the Grim Reapers of the battlefield; every shot claims a life. For the Wild Wolf Army, fully exposed and not far away, they were nothing but live targets.

And you say my poetry is lacking? Do you know Li Bai? He’s the Immortal of Poetry! Do you know Du Fu? He’s the Sage of Poetry! You claim their poetry is lacking? Ha! If theirs is lacking, what on earth have you written?

“At present, I admire him more than I like him, but who knows what the future holds.” Park Seung-yeon laughed. She got up, walked to the cabinet, opened it, and took out a bottle and a glass.

Xiang Yu, the Hegemon of Western Chu, slaughtered two hundred thousand surrendered troops at Julu, thus ‘breaking his own destiny.’ His glorious land was eventually seized by the King of Han, and he himself ended up surrounded at Gaixia, beset by songs of Chu, and finally took his own life by the Wu River.

“Lancelot has sworn allegiance to Arthur—we have no way to gain his support.” Artoria frowned; her path as king had just begun, yet it was already fraught with hardship.

The recently reorganized Left and Right Guards, together with the Commanders of the Left and Right, had made the city of Chang’an as impregnable as a fortress. As long as the emperor remained at the center, there was no longer any force that could overthrow the imperial power.

Ling Feng had no time to reply to Watermelon; he was locked in an intense sniper duel with another player across from him.