Day 49: Unintended

Reporting to the Sect Master, that is indeed the case. Uncle-Master Chu insisted on competing with Ling Xiaoyun in technique and skill. The man answered very earnestly.

As a think tank, these observers were undoubtedly members of the upper class, and as their wild imaginations ran unchecked, the entire world was suddenly shrouded in an indescribable sense of unease.

Glancing toward the edge, one could see two Super Puma helicopters with their engines blazing as they plunged from mid-air into the sea.

A towering rage, mixed with an unspeakable terror, almost overwhelmed all his reason.

Yuan Chu stared intently for a long time, then let out a long sigh, expelling a breath of stale air. Immediately afterward, he raised his gaze toward the horizon. There was no bright moon, nor any twinkling stars, and even the pitch-black clouds were illuminated brightly against this expanse of the sky.

The situation had been critical just moments before, and Huang Sheng was positioned somewhat obscurely around the corner, so neither the members of the Zhuge family nor Bai Rurou had noticed him.

The surface of the sea suddenly churned and trembled as a massive black figure burst out from the water right beside the flying boat.

In the wake of the Rebellion of the Ten Eunuchs, the order in Luoyang was in ruins. Externally, the Xiliang troops wreaked havoc, while internally, the breakdown of law and order gave rise to numerous incidents, with violent crimes such as theft, brawling, and robbery occurring frequently.

When these arrows finally reached the cavalrymen, they were naturally at the end of their flight and could no longer inflict any significant harm upon them.

Meanwhile, the expressions on Sun Xinghu's and Zhu Wei's faces shifted from initial confusion to solemnity, and finally to excitement. Their hearts remained unsettled for a long time, evidently completely engrossed in Tang Feng's story.

Which Master Huan? Could it be the one who only recently became the talk of the town, rumored to be acquiring Beijing Guo'en and making waves in European football?

Villagers rushed in from all directions. The scale of this landslide was simply too massive, and Old Man Peng's house had been buried beneath a dozen meters of debris.

As grandfather called out the acupuncture points one by one, Xue Lang steadily inserted the golden needles into the person's body. In just a few minutes, more than twenty golden needles had been applied.

As for the second pitfall, it was this dead-end Princess Taiping. Qin Shaoyou had originally thought that upon hearing the news, Princess Taiping would surely have someone hurriedly transport her wealth back to Luoyang to escape the flames of war. Who would have expected that the damn woman wouldn't bring back a single coin? Was she expecting Qin Shaoyou to run back to Luoyang and continue being a pauper?

Shan Beng walked over and smiled at Long Yu, speaking words that once again shocked everyone around them.

Unfortunately, Chu Xiaoman spoke far too little. Basically, she answered only when asked, and stubbornly remained silent otherwise. Most of the time, Ding Erle was responsible for talking, while she was responsible for a shy smile.

If this were truly the case, Zhang Fan would have to thank the three of them—not for indirectly turning Zhao Jingtao into a vegetable, but for their intentions.

Both Jiang Feng and Cheng Luan had a thought flash through their minds, and at the same time, a sense of fear gripped them. Looking at the flaming divine bridge in the sky, they stopped their attacks.

Soon after, distinguished guests arrived one by one. Wu Chengsi also made a low-key entrance, accompanied by only a single elderly servant, wearing casual attire like an inconspicuous old man without an ounce of imposing aura.

Before long, the mansion's dining room was packed with people. Not only his friends, but even the city mayor and various patriarchs from many prominent families in Muchuan City heard the news and rushed to the mansion to congratulate the young man who had shaken the city time and time again.

"Big sister, I'm lost. I'm not playing anymore." The little girl from earlier emerged from somewhere when she was called out.

She had only recently debuted, but due to her family background and appearance, fandoms hailed her as the successor to Audrey Hepburn.

"How dare you!" Asa was furious, gathering his vital energy into his right fist. His fist instantly turned crimson, then shifted from red to purple, as if the blood might burst through his skin and splatter at any moment, while the size of his fist swelled by at least a half.

After Mr. Zheng left, I tried casting an ordinary divination, and sure enough, I failed to glean any useful information from the hexagrams.

With one hand, Johnson hoisted Lin Nana off the ground, then emerged from the corner, using Lin Nana as a human shield while pressing a submachine gun against her back.

Two groups of one thousand specialists would be controlled by a single two-thousand-commander, and ultimately, two such two-thousand groups and a one-thousand group would be overseen by a five-thousand-commander. The highest-ranking Templar unit in the army would be a ten-thousand-commander controlling two five-thousand groups.

The python slithered through the bushes and finally stopped at the spot where I had previously gathered the immortal orchids, then coiled up there and stopped moving. A jolt of joy surged in my chest: could it be that this beast hadn't noticed me in the water, or was there some other reason preventing it from entering the water?

Yet after running a great distance, there was still no sign of Jiang Shuiyang. Judging by his previous pace, I should have caught up to him long ago.

He appeared to be around twenty years old, handsome, dashing, dressed in luxurious attire, holding a folding fan, and exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

He had never heard of this matter either and did not know whether it was true, but he knew that such a thing could not be left to journalists to fabricate at will. If reporters were allowed to indulge in wild speculations and it ended up in the newspapers, it would become a massive joke in the business world.

Teacher Mifei had her heart entirely set on Yao Yi right now. Although Yao Yi tried to steer the topic toward Feifei, he did not succeed.

However, back then, after the founding Emperor had just secured the realm and intended to reward all those who had made contributions, Xiao Ziyu gracefully departed with no worldly desires, leaving in a carefree and untethered manner. It was not until two years later that Xiao Ziyu finally reappeared in Fengcheng, far away from the capital, and selected the southern mountains to establish the Xiaoyu Manor.

"Sir, the mistress invites you over." Chuntao greeted him with a smiling face, which put Yang Zhifang's mind somewhat at ease.

"Wah—" Ling Moxun suddenly burst into loud tears. "You're all liars, all liars! No one loves me, no one—" With a roar, Ling Moxun bolted toward the stairs.