Chapter 80: Borrowing Power

Bai Huan’s eyes darted quickly. “Princess, the marquis’s residence is holding a concubine-acceptance banquet. If you’re so eager for entertainment, I’ll set up a cockfighting ring that day. How about it?”

The Princess of Huai’an replied without hesitation, “Excellent.”

Then she paused, surprised. “A concubine-acceptance? The marquis is holding a banquet just to take in a concubine?”

“The marquis values his new lady. Didn’t Prince An hold a banquet last time he accepted a concubine as well? As his children and daughters-in-law, naturally we must fulfill our father’s wishes.”

The Princess of Huai’an pursed her lips.

Zhang Ningye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His body was flung uncontrollably backward, blood surging up his throat, as if something inside him had shattered. His body seemed to crash against some unseen force, and then he slipped into unconsciousness.

The Black Cyclone rode his steed to the front lines, raised a finger, and stared silently at his opponent. “What do you mean by that?” The Purple Wolf Guardian protested, dissatisfied.

Yun Yun had heard that Su “Yu” had also returned these past few days, which made her even more excited, a feeling of anticipation she had never known before.

At this moment, the scene before her shifted into a jungle. Those around her appeared as wild beasts in her eyes, and the “black gorilla” beneath her bared its teeth and glared, as if longing to tear her apart and devour her.

“In my absence, you should go out as much as possible, to places where people gather. At least there’s some safety in numbers.”

The flying saucers on planet “Akala” are powered by light. At night when there’s no sun, Earth still has lamps that emit brightness, and thus the saucers can harvest light from them. Such incidents have indeed happened on Earth—an unidentified flying object hovered overhead, causing the entire city to mysteriously lose power for half an hour.

“It’s not a problem. The royal descendants of Dali have always been known for their amorous tendencies! The Celestial Sovereign spoke the truth; the lowly concubine indeed bears her mother’s surname.” That Daoist companion, Long Feiyan, answered with an undercurrent of resentment.

Yin Tianyao sensed her son’s gaze fall upon her. Her eyes flickered as she unobtrusively withdrew her hand from the Western Domain King’s grasp.

“Ah Ye, I’ll give you one day to consider. Once you’ve made up your mind, let me know.” Her tone was gentle and soft.

“Gelsmi, it’s fortunate you’ve never seen a demon,” Lord Warren shook his head. “Each time they appear, they herald disaster and destruction, and someone always pays the price.”

“Do you think your man is handsome?” Gao Ziyu, resting his hand under her head, curled it around her shoulder, caressing her smooth, rounded skin, his broad palm rubbing against it ceaselessly.

He was now dressed, wearing Ye Kaicheng’s clothes. They were a bit big—the shirt loose, the trousers wide—but they sufficed, and at least they were comfortable.

The floor here was likewise cracked by blasts, and two walls had already been blown open. Rainwater poured into the tower without restraint.

The two engaged only in a battle of spirit and aura, equally matched. The Evil King had no choice but to launch a verbal offensive.

Just look at me—this is pure originality! Those stories that go too smoothly always seem off, strange somehow, but I can never quite put it into words.

At this moment, Long Yun’er finally understood why her high-ranking father cared so deeply for a mere steward.

“Swish!” Li Xin arrived at the hiding place of Feng Hai and the other man. The next moment, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

This probably matches the imagined visage many internet-addicted youths have in mind for Professor Yang of the Central Plains.

Madam Zhong, whose face had been twisted in anger, quieted down upon seeing Ye Xingtian approach. She looked at him, and to everyone’s surprise, a hint of bashfulness appeared on her face as she gazed longingly at the ever-nearing Ye Xingtian.

Gan Bao Bao hurriedly expressed her thanks, though her mind was troubled by Zhong Ling’s predicament. She was not as agitated as Zhong Wan Chou.

Can my single life not make up for two? Then let me die again after I’m dead—die without a whole body, die shattered into pieces, die as nothing but dust, would that suffice?

“Er Fen, why did your voice change all of a sudden? And you told me not to touch that thing.” Qin Fen paused, retracted his hand, and asked.