Chapter 14: Hopes for the Martial Examination
“I told you, what does it have to do with me? What difference does it make if there’s one more or one less?” Mo Liang raised her hand and brushed away Chu Tingchuan’s hand that was tousling her hair; since they hadn’t yet reached the Second Prince, there was no need for such intimacy. Besides, Mo Liang was already quite dissatisfied and had no mood to humor him here.
Seeing the Empress’s unhappy expression, Nangong Yun’er dared not say another word. After all, angering the Empress would do her no good; since the Empress had made such a suggestion, she could only comply obediently.
“I’m just performing an act, what business is it of yours?” Helian Nuo retorted stubbornly, but his face flushed as he hurriedly slipped his clothes back on—after all, Chu Qingchen was present, and he felt a little embarrassed.
Just then, Tang Huawan arrived with silk, and unexpectedly Qin Qi also sent nourishing gifts for the first time.
At that moment, Ma Zhongliang entered, nodded to Captain Yang, and turned to leave. Yang Guoan also nodded to Wang Changlin.
Back then, White Wolf was quite obedient, adhering to all the rules. Everyone knew how vast the Bai family was; they handled everything in the world, big or small, and even if it couldn’t be confirmed, it was hard not to believe.
This place was originally a low, dilapidated house; for safety, all the windows were sealed, leaving only the door as the sole exit.
“I’m fine, Xiang Lai, it’s nothing. Does it hurt?” Leng Yan smiled calmly at Xiang Lai, paying no attention to the burly man before her.
She unfolded the slip of paper, glanced at it, then tied it back onto the pigeon’s leg. With a graceful toss, the pigeon fluttered skyward, soon vanishing from view.
Long Feiyang had also received news in the Yellow Sea of Long Feixiang’s death. Over the years, though exiled from the Long family, he always kept a close watch on their affairs.
Jin Yuanbao leaned close to Zhou Shiqing’s ear and shouted forcefully, but it was all in vain—the other party acted as if he didn’t exist.
As Tiger’s personal aide, Huang Mao was now full of swagger. Even the bald-headed brother who used to look down on him and knock him on the head now called him Brother Huang Mao. He walked with his eyes raised, looking down on others.
Since Mi Youfu was possessed by Jin Yuanbao at the moment, the blow was actually about to land on Jin Yuanbao’s face.
Not sure if it was because the police station was busy, Lin Hao still hadn’t returned. They really were dedicated; since I’d moved into his home, it was rare to see him come back from work on time. Maybe yesterday was simply too exhausting, and I fell asleep soon after lying on the bed.
First, there must be an incredibly powerful creature standing behind me; otherwise, it would be impossible for St. Pus, Hua Yan, and Yanming Sword all to be so wary.
Everyone agreed when I spoke; after all, the reason the talents of our sect were so well known to the Baili Sect was because there was a traitor among us. Without one, Baili wouldn’t have known so much about our talents, nor would anyone have bothered to collect their invitations.
When she reached the riverbank, Lan Jing’er jumped in without hesitation. Just as she’d expected, it wasn’t cold at all, even though it was autumn.
Guo Jia and Lu Bu exchanged glances, then looked at Ji Changfeng, whose face was cold and gloomy. Both smiled—clearly, Ji Changfeng’s words, “brothers before family,” resonated deeply with them.
“I… I just miss those days of fighting on the battlefield, you know?” Fa Hu smiled awkwardly, holding his staff.
He didn’t want to hear the world’s rules, but St. Pus’s tone made it sound as though there was no choice but to obey.
Fang Min glanced casually at the coffee in front of Lin Qingqing, then gave a bitter smile. “Double mocha,” she said simply, twisting her neck slightly.
Ruyi finally snapped out of it, looking at Wuxin standing before her, gently shaking her head to indicate she was fine. For her, seeing Wuxin standing complete and whole in front of her meant more than anything.
She placed the other blocks of frozen milk paste into the sauce machine, grinding them into crumbs, then poured them all into the same bowl.
She started the car; next stop, she was heading to the Ou family to meet those people. Old Master Ou was probably waiting for his goods, and she was sure to bring him some surprises.
Shaking his head, Su Mu declined her offer. “No, I need to go home.” He found an excuse to brush her off.
Ye Chen was also shocked; the ancestor who once cultivated in this cave must have been terrifying, for even after so many years, the traces of his Dao remained undiminished.
The hardships involved were beyond words. Just overcoming Ou Yuanlan’s taste buds cost Lin Qingqing no small effort.
Long Shu glanced at Qin Yun; she knew he must have gone through much to reach this point.
Fengxi God was utterly shaken, unable to retaliate before the elder struck again. This time, nine overlapping sword shadows fell in succession.
While Zhou Qing was pondering the issue, I encountered it myself.
Hearing this, the Lord of Tribulations was deeply moved. If the Zhang family could regain ancestral-level power, their survival and influence would rise to a new level.
Once, the Purple-Clad Young Master Shen Jin’s teacher was a master of medicine. Back then, she didn’t care much for medical arts and learned only the basics. Now, with the Jiang clan at the brink of life and death, even her meager skills must be put to full use.
Shen Huangzi suddenly drew a cold breath, pointing to a patch of open ground nearby. It looked like a garden, but emitted a chilling ghostly aura, as if plunging into an abyss.
Ban Can hurriedly pulled out the broken blade. Jiulong took it to examine—though prepared, he was startled; a murderous aura surged from the blade, and even the calmest heart was disturbed by its presence.
On the other side, after Ri Xiang dialed the number, the nine of them unconsciously clustered around, either staring at her phone screen or listening intently to see if Chu Yue would answer.