41 The Second Performance (Part 3)

Fired with fervor, he nearly issued the command for the great army to prepare at once and march out of the city tomorrow to fight the rebels to the death.

Lin Jiaruo had never doubted his refusal to hand over the military tally; she had witnessed his decision from behind the tree. Yet, having acted on her own initiative thereafter, she felt a sense of trepidation when facing him.

"I never imagined you would still make such a decision! Why? Do you want me dead that much?" Kaihaote gripped the long-handled axe in his hands, his expression one of disbelief.

The night was tranquil. River-message mushrooms emitted a faint glow, their red and blue lights resembling fireflies in the darkness, offering a sense of peace to those who beheld them.

Chris would never forget this figure for the rest of his life. He looked like a Jedi Knight from the legends of an alien empire, or a berserker from a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

One must realize that everyone serving in the Imperial City’s military was a Heaven-tier practitioner, and moreover, an elite among them.

The alleyway was dim, unreachable by the street corner lights. Only the faint moonlight from above provided a sliver of illumination, yet this meager light served only to make the unlit corners appear even more ominous.

"Whatever the hell you want to say, just say it! Stop pawing at me!" Mu Zhen glared at him in annoyance, trying to pull her hair back.

Lin Jiaruo coughed dryly, explaining with some embarrassment, "What happened between Yuan Yan and me... that really was a misunderstanding." She pondered—the only incident Lu Yunque had stumbled upon was that fall during the birthday banquet, right?

It was hard to say whether it was more joy or a pathetic sorrow; upon hearing her words, Mo Zun realized for the first time just how tragic he himself was.

Yet, no one expected the Emperor to be so unconventional, flipping the table and refusing to play. Damn it, how could he be so unreasonable? In truth, we were all very capable of reasoning, but when you refuse to play by the rules, how are we supposed to continue?

If Mu He hadn't intervened and appeared here today, perhaps everything would have progressed even better than anticipated. But what about Li Yichen? Where would he be at this moment?

Merely dropping a cup and failing to slide it under the table was already a testament to her composure.

Conversely, for someone like her, regardless of how good her grades were or how outstanding her appearance, she had no money or influence at home, so she could hardly be expected to lose her head over a mere crush.

Basque, who already had no ability to resist the Black Flame, could only let out a single scream before being reduced to ashes within the symphony of sword energy and fists.

These private clinics not only harmed patients but also used such despicable and shameless tactics to empty their pockets—and the patients were expected to accept it all with a smile.

Facing the glare of the setting sun, Jiang Wei raised his right hand to shield his brow. Squinting against the sun, he saw a burly figure on the horizon, appearing to walk toward him with the sun at his back.

She had thought more than once that if she were a man, she would certainly have been captivated by Sister Xin's charming demeanor upon meeting her, becoming a devoted follower beneath her pomegranate skirt.

The enemy commander, though cunning, lacked courage. Had he pushed north and south to receive his abandoned soldiers after establishing a new defensive system, he might have saved quite a few lives.

This was not a transformation, but a combat technique of Na Qi. Much like Black Salt, who could manipulate the bone spurs on his back to attack, this was a power possessed by certain Saint-clan bloodlines.

As Qiu Dianluo and Ming Yangzi stepped into the gates of the Sword Rain Sect, they noticed many disciples whose eyes instantly cleared, as if they had discovered their salvation.

Now, the Fragrant Fox King casually bestowed a reward of one hundred and fifty drops of Phoenix Feather Blood, leaving all the young elites present filled with envy; many among them had never even seen ten drops of the substance.

The brother who had given her everything had ultimately shielded her from a fatal sword strike. The warmth of the blood that had sprayed onto her face that day seemed to return. She wanted to reach up and touch it, but her arms felt as though they were locked in place, trembling and unable to rise.

The "big sister" Ban Diaochun spoke of was naturally Xu Mengkong. She was right—if the restroom had been that easy to enter, she, anxious for Li Ran's safety, would have already charged inside.

Mo Ninger removed her sunglasses, glanced at the man approaching, and offered a faint smile before walking past him to sit beside Shen Mobei.

Old Nine was currently in a race against time. Once the prey within the Empire was cleared out, players looking to head beyond the pass would surely discover the secret of North Dragon Pass. Thus, Old Nine had to secure enough self-preservation capability before the city was exposed.

"Is there something else you're hiding from me, something Mr. Nemafil didn't tell me?" Lu Yan asked.

Last time, he had only told him about the Ghost Abyss and the devil within, without specifying that the devil was currently inside Bo Yanhe. He had only advised him to be extra cautious and watch for anyone showing signs of demonic energy.

In a daze, Lin Yi almost thought yesterday had repeated itself, returning to that night two years ago.

Tang Jin looked up and saw on the television screen that horse number 6 had crossed the finish line first. He thought that horse racing was indeed quite thrilling. He watched a few more races; although Qiang Ge hadn't placed any bets, he still shouted loudly for the horses he had chosen. With the sound from the TV added in, Tang Jin’s ears were buzzing, and the entire hall was filled with shouts. Yet, that was precisely the atmosphere of horse racing.

Leng Yi did not notice Ren Sinian's expression; he was immersed in the joy of her return. Just as he had said, after she left, the number of times he spoke had decreased invisibly. It wasn't that he didn't want to speak, but that he didn't know who to speak to.

"Using the things in my head to lecture me again!" Tang Jin cursed, though he still took Xing Yue's words to heart. His relationship with Xiao Ying had reached its current state through his own sincerity; even if some of it was prompted by Xing Yue to improve his "romance index," there had never been any pretense.

Just as he was standing akimbo, feeling smug, a streak of azure sword radiance lit up the sea of fire below. Like a thunderbolt from the nine heavens, it tore through the blood-red night sky with a thunderous momentum, striking directly at the Burning Void Phantom Cauldron that hovered a dozen yards above Dan Ding Shenjun.