Chapter 69: Ren Guozheng

Although the wild duck was handed over to Chef Wu for preparation, Gu Zhu still wanted to cook a few dishes herself. The cuisine here in Qishi is more robust and intense in flavor. Neither Gu Zhu nor Yinyin are particularly picky, but after such a long stay, both began to long for the taste of their hometown. Moreover, the cafeteria vegetables are always the same few affordable, easy-to-clean varieties, repeated again and again, which quickly becomes tiresome. Today, Gu Zhu bought some chives and half a pound of flour, intending to make chive and egg dumplings for Yinyin.

After being bitten by the venomous lizard, Jian Wei's left hand had remained weak and powerless, unable to muster any strength. Now, as the palace maid twisted her arm without restraint, a sheen of sweat appeared on Jian Wei’s forehead from the pain.

That slight movement caused the youth to lift his head and gaze at her back, his eyes shimmering faintly. Fearing others would notice, he quickly lowered his head and walked forward.

Hui An would always pitch a tent and sleep. If rain fell at night, he would set up another, letting me take shelter and rest.

“Senior… I wanted…” After thanking Su Muchen, Tao Hua planned to return to the classroom. The exercise torn up by Prince Hao that morning, she wanted to use this time to organize again. Though Prince Hao’s temper was fierce, it was not enough to defeat her. She would not give up so easily.

The words spoken today were harsh; Zhou Mingjian must be furious. Yang Xiruo felt a pang of guilt. She knew he liked her, and perhaps she should have some affection for him too. Yet, why must her words always wound? Yang Xiruo herself could not understand.

The madam pinned her hopes on the thug she sent to relay the message, unaware her hopes had already been utterly shattered.

“You’re here, so just come and say hello. Why hide in the shadows pretending to be mysterious?” Luo Shengying glanced over, her words blunt and unceremonious.

To put it bluntly, Su Long, however formidable, could never surpass Feng Jie. Whether it was Feng Jie’s celestial eye, his heroic body, or his own mastery of swordsmanship, all could be considered Su Long’s nemesis. Su Long’s divine rank and abilities held no advantage before Feng Jie.

“Keep it. You’ll need it someday…” Princess Xiangxiang finished speaking and turned away, showing no desire to continue the conversation.

The three men agreed, took the cigarettes Ah B handed over, lit them, and soon were happily puffing away, enveloped in smoke.

Feng Qingxue carefully observed her elder brother’s expression. Clever as she was, she immediately understood the situation, quietly pursed her lips in a smile, and drank without a word.

The first two words had barely left their lips when suddenly a commotion erupted inside the entertainment club. From a distance, it was impossible to make out what was being shouted. When everyone turned to look, there was nothing particularly unusual to be seen.

The youth in yellow, hearing the shout, looked down from the beam and exclaimed in delight, “Is that you, Brother Bei?” His sword paused only briefly before the short, stocky man thrust his curved blade straight and fast toward the center.

The Qiu brothers had returned and were speaking with Fang Tuyuan, Yelena, and the others. “How are things, brothers?” Polaris approached and asked.

The iron gate continued to resound with knocks, but the boss had not yet given the second signal. When they planned the ambush earlier, the boss had solemnly instructed that unless the second signal was given, no one was to fire.

The overseas expedition of the Northson Empire stirred up a storm across the entire Orans continent, though each nation reacted differently.

“That works, then. Take a rest,” hearing Jia Liancheng’s words, Taozi came in, extinguished the candle, and closed the door as she left.

Shen Tianlan slowly lifted her hand, and at her fingertips, a sharp beam of ice burst forth, striking fiercely at the golden dragon’s shadow.

“So? Have they left?” Lady Jia, her face ashen, sat on the black lacquered, carved-back chair and asked Cherry, who lifted the curtain and entered.

Bitong thought she had gained the upper hand, but unexpectedly, he turned the tables and immediately fed all the earthworms from the plate to the golden mouth, releasing the bird in retaliation.