Chapter 34: Direct Combat

Never had Li Tian expected himself to utter such words; in an instant, Li Qi’er was deeply moved, gazing at Li Tian with eyes brimming with crystalline tears, the shimmering droplets swirling in her pupils, nearly spilling over.

“So much, so much? Still so much?” The vendor’s shifty gaze lingered on the hands of the two girls, watching them gesture repeatedly at the large slab of pastry atop his cart.

“Haha, it’s truly wonderful to have encountered you!” Vanished Without a Trace greeted them excitedly, stepping forward of his own accord.

Seeing the three depart, Lingqing’s gaze settled upon me, as if she would not let me off easily.

Yet what troubled Vanished Without a Trace most was the bloodthirsty fiend’s incredible strength, almost beyond imagination. Though he possessed a physique rivaling that of the dragon race, he was still scratched and bitten to the point of aching, forced by the onslaught to retreat again and again.

Their collateral Yang family had an imperial sovereign among them, so they had the confidence not to fear the direct line, needing not to heed their faces.

“He’s working? What kind of job?” Lin Qingzhu asked, though she didn’t mention a name, she clearly meant Mu Ziqing.

Upon hearing this, Xing Luo ceased teasing Gong Jiaojiao, placing a skewer of lamb at her lips. Fearing another retraction, Gong Jiaojiao quickly grasped Xing Luo’s wrist, then contentedly took a bite.

“What? Who is Xi Yi?” Wu Junxi stared, struggling to digest the tale I told him.

“What? You mean someone else got there first?” Bridget asked, her face sinking.

Whenever it made that expression, no one pitied it or relented, but rather felt provoked—its demeanor was particularly infuriating.

But… this was Kobe Bryant and the Lakers arm-wrestling. In the end, the Lakers relented, trading for Pau Gasol, rising anew, and Kobe settled down.

Li Ruyu pressed her elbow against the girl’s chest, feeling a peculiar sensation for the first time, as if her elbow had sunk into some indefinable existence.

Zheng Peng and Cui Yuan hurried forward to greet them. After a round of formalities, they accompanied Li Longji and the Crown Prince Li to view the soon-to-be-launched train.

Qin Yang was ready; as Westbrook approached, he abruptly stopped, performing a step-back shot. Westbrook, who had lunged forward, quickly halted.

Yet, despite his labored breathing and clearing a vast space, he achieved nothing.

The lord’s broad-mindedness and benevolence inspire utmost respect. Well, I’d better stick to guarding my own little plot of land.

The Guo clan of your noble hometown operated their braised meat business independently, earning handsome profits and cultivating skilled artisans. Their famed Eighteen-Spice Braised Meat was developed by these craftsmen.

So, Wang Yi explained simply, then laughed, saying he would send an avatar to the imperial capital for experience, while he himself would return home to inform his parents, then head to Ting City to oversee the renovations.

The Wudang Sect, said to be founded by the real Zhang Sanfeng at the end of the Song Dynasty, advocates overcoming hardness with softness. Alongside Shaolin, it is one of the two great martial sects.

Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of hope; if Jin Chengye could believe her, perhaps she might remain.

Murong Yan, Meng Yun, and the two guards of Xiao Dingtian had already reached the sixth level of Swordmaster. Further cultivation would only accumulate quantity, so they all chose to pursue enlightenment.

At his waist hung an old samurai sword, but without a scabbard. Cold light flashed from the blade, reflecting upon the thick clouds above, like a slab of black jade sliced by a thin wire—a mark as sharp as any. Just from this, one could surmise the blade was no ordinary weapon.

Lei Yu was once someone who aided Renault, but was also complicit in his death.

Thunder roared, ten times more intense than before, as four terrifying energies rampaged unchecked.

Before Chi Xi could rub her sleepy eyes and see clearly, Yi’s voice reached her ears. Seeing Chi Xi’s appearance, Yi’s face lit up with joy, even wearing a mischievous grin. But upon seeing her upper body, his improper expression vanished, replaced by a proper demeanor.

Thinking of all that Xu Miao had sacrificed for him, he too wished to let go of Leng Qianqian; yet, the more he tried, the deeper it weighed upon his heart.

The prince was furious: “You dare lay hands on me? Are you tired of living? I warn you, none of you will survive today.” His cruelty and bloodlust were as infamous as his foolishness; his words were not mere threats, but likely to become reality.

“All right, stay in touch!” I cut off communication, briefly explaining the situation to them.

Everyone burst into laughter. Over the years, Yang Feng’s reputation as the God of Slaughter had spread throughout the land; whether Jurchens or bandits, too many had perished by his hand.

Reacting, Ning Xue and Ning Yue screamed in unison, then Ning Yue turned to pull Ning Xue behind the door. Ning Xue gripped the doorframe, leaning so only her head showed, while Ning Yue hid completely out of sight.

Leading them was a burly, bald man with a thick gold chain around his neck and a ferocious scar across his face.

Though this wasn’t his company’s villa, at least it was a recommendation of his own. If this deal succeeded, surely Zhang Tian would share some commission with him.

Mu Qingyuan’s gaze deepened; he stepped forward first, and the soldiers behind him followed in a rush.

Ning Xue and Ning Yue raised no objections, handing the USB drive directly to Cheng Yun. They’d witnessed the skill of Cheng Yun’s friend at video production, so had absolute confidence.