Chapter 22

"Enough, Aunt Lan. Commander Tong and I have nothing going on; the way you talk about it, it’s as if there really were something between us," Sheng Wanrou said dismissively.

Yiran was restless in Tong Yuqi’s arms, her eyes fixed intently on the staircase.

Nuosha plucked gently from her left hand, then her right, taking a sip from the left, then a sip from the right... Ah, it wasn't for me. My apologies.

Somehow, as she drifted in the haze of pain, she saw ghosts coming from all directions. They surrounded her, pointing fingers and whispering things she couldn't understand.

Wuming spat lightly and cursed, "Damn it, ungrateful wretch." He formed a hand seal and pointed it from afar toward the bee's tail.

"Of course I can cook. Besides desserts, I can make elaborate main courses, too. I know how to prepare half of the dishes in our Manchu-Han Imperial Feast," Tong Yuqi said, brimming with confidence.

She could not open her eyes, nor could she smell anything; only her sense of touch and hearing provided dull feedback from the outside world.

"I think we need at least four or five thousand men. Only then can we swiftly seize Pei County and defeat Yong Chi," Xiao He calculated. Yong Chi had defected to the King of Wei, and it was unlikely he would be given many troops—two or three thousand at most. Therefore, they needed a significant advantage to ensure victory.

Listening to Liu Jing’s words, I felt slightly more at ease and continued to stare at the bracelet. Susan seemed unwilling, yet at that very moment, with a sudden flash, the bracelet actually slid onto her wrist.

The time that followed was exceptionally awkward. We sat facing each other; I stole a glance at her, only to find she was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and with a silent, mutual understanding, we both turned away.

Situ Jinjun was currently maneuvering the warship while ordering it to bombard an enemy vessel.

This was not the first time Ning Ze had interrogated Song Yingluo about her itinerary, but it was the first time he had asked with such a grim expression.

But there was no helping it; since they had the money, Han Fei had to prepare a few things if they were truly going to the Mountain of Decay.

Because this could easily become a loophole exploited by certain special attacks, it was fortunate that Zhongli held no hostility toward Luo Lin, and the two had long since exchanged their "phone numbers."

The three from the Ancient Sword Sect had already run more than ten meters away. They were truly stunned by the scene of Lin Hao’s breakthrough; even when their current sect leader had reached the late stage of the Earth Realm, the commotion hadn't been this great.

Listening to Zhaoming’s questions, Di San remained indifferent, leaning against a tree as if he were a dead man. If one were to close their eyes, one wouldn't even be able to detect his presence.

I replied without looking back. I knew exactly which kind of fortune talisman she was referring to; it was a wealth-attracting charm created through special means by those in our line of work. However, such items were usually sold only to the virtuous, and only through the introduction of a mutual acquaintance.

However, it wasn't long before Salomon was awakened by the ringing of his phone. It was a satellite phone used by the Wakandans. After answering and listening with a frown for a few moments, he hung up.

A-Long cursed, "Shut your crow’s mouth; don't curse me with infidelity." Hua-zai joked, "Brother Long, don't be shy. I don't believe you haven't thought about it."

But before he could act, a majestic aura descended from the sky, enveloping Yun Chen and his two companions. The pressure was immense, causing the surrounding rocks to crumble incessantly.

Old Qing was too late to stop Liu Dingtian, but noticing he had no intention of harming anyone and merely wished to sever the connection between the man in black and the gray-haired elder, he withdrew his hand.

Chen Lin did not want to invite trouble for no reason. At that moment, he released his foot, hooked the wire with his left hand, and swiftly pulled it out of the drainage ditch, saying, "Fine, here!" He pried the diamond ring loose and tossed it in front of the man in black.

A thin mist descended before them. From within the fog emerged a massive ship, its bow ten times higher than the one the three were on. Or rather, it could hardly be called a ship; it was more like a mountain.

Cheng Xin felt a bit unhappy after hearing Huang Shang’s words. She knew Cheng Gang must have seen the success of her "Helen" project and only then thought of opening a record department. She had originally intended to refuse him.

Liu Dingtian now possessed the cultivation of the mid-stage Spirit Gathering Realm. Although he was constrained by the Wood Dragon Mark and could not use his spiritual power extensively, his Diamond Art had improved inadvertently after he helped A-Bi’s mother absorb the residual medicinal and metal spiritual energy last time.

Hua Sheng whispered, "Brother, Han Zhong is still waiting for news at my place. Have you considered it? Han Zhong is a servant of the Han household and a confidant of Han Yuan-shi. He defected to the Western Regions Army along with the Han family. After the Western Regions Army surrounded the city, Han Zhong was ordered to sneak in and meet Hua Zheng to persuade him to defect as well."

Qin Ming nodded. Lin Feier complained, "Why is the bento so unappetizing today? Forget it, I won't eat it; I'm on a diet." With that, she set the lunch box down.

It was 8:30 PM Beijing time. San Mao had called Wang Tianbao at 7:15 PM, so perhaps the buyer had parted ways with the seller here sometime before 7:15?