Chapter 97: The Society Ball

“Um… well, I left my school bag here. I’ll go home now and have Grandmother come get it.”
Zizhiwu, frightened, hadn’t managed to explain clearly; he kicked off at once, as if he could run out in that tiny suit. Fortunately Yuan Xiangdie was quick-witted and immediately locked the shop door. Unless one could jump up, reach it, and twist open the lock, there was no way out.
“Come here, kiddo, this is just a joke.” How could Yuan Xiangdie really take ten thousand?
He gently tugged Xiaowei. This child always gave people riddles to solve, and ten thousand was far too much…
While saying this, Lin Lei stepped forward and put his arm around Fuwili’s shoulders, declaring his firm position.
Cao Qiaomu was of imperial blood, and Sun Yan was a famed scholar of the age; both held exceptional rank, so they sat at one table with Zhao Yunan, one on each side of him.
As a game of chance, however, such contests always came down to boldness and attentiveness—those four words—of course with a measure of luck. So although Liang Chen had never played Texas Hold ’em, he was not intimidated.
At that time, thousands of kilometers away from the two fighters, three high priests, their bodies wrapped in a golden sacred halo, watched the battle from afar.
He Yongqiang looked at his wife with pain and pity, wishing he were the one lying there himself. The man who usually looked every bit a crafty warlord seemed to have grown ten years older in a moment, and he nodded slowly.
For a long while afterward, Chunyu Zichen said nothing, while in his beautiful foxlike eyes a helplessly amused expression lingered.
“Master Tianyou, what is it?” They came to another guest room; after Bai Wanru closed the door, she spoke.
“Brothers, on to the next place.” Baihu gestured with his hand, and dozens of Tiqi riders whipped onward toward the shop on the main street.
Perhaps sensing Chen Weizhi’s hesitation, the copilot in the rear seat carefully analyzed the various parameters of the unidentified aircraft in the night sky.
But now, as it seems, Japan is the kind that doesn’t shed a tear until the coffin is seen. Unless more Japanese troops are annihilated on the battlefield, peace will never come by itself in this era. In the end, only the one with the harder fist can seize diplomatic initiative.
He had suffered heartbreak ninety-nine times. That dark history, buried deep in his heart, made the soles of his feet go cold, his whole body tremble, and even bring thoughts of death. It was heartbreak that shattered him, and so he chose to sleep in the cemetery.
Zhao Weiming and Zhang Nianzhu exchanged glances, thinking this matter was not easily solved. Jiutong made his living from this; if you don’t let him run the gambling house, would he just be left to starve for lack of wind?
“The key has always been on me. I have never let it leave my body,” the homestead owner confirmed again.
The long-haired youth and the motorcycle rider, watching this marvelous sight, were themselves momentarily dazed, but they did not forget who they were. Both pulled out miniature guns that fired electric peas, ready to shoot.
Alas, they came from the Eight Great Sects, and they had arrived here in rivalry, so at that moment they were only there to be swept away.
“Sorry, headquarters called suddenly. Something has come up over there, and I need to go handle it, you understand…” After finishing the call, Yu Yalu came back, looking apologetic.
The nine-tailed demon eagle suddenly spread its wings and leapt straight at the Ant Demon Realm in a perfect dive. It opened a beak like iron tongs and struck hard in one bite; at once, ant-demon blood splashed everywhere. It was true that ant demons were few in size but numerous in number—but they were by no means helpless prey.
Tang Family Village was rather backward, and transportation here was inconvenient. Tang Long had no choice but to board a passenger car to head back home. It was late into the night, and the hazy dark made travel impossible, so he decided to stay in town for the night and leave for home at dawn.
Zhang Liang blinked in surprise, then gave Shi Zhixuan a mildly irritated glance, wondering if this Demon Emperor had memorized the wrong lines, why he was behaving so gossiping.
As the beggar’s words came to an end, they put their hands to their mouths because they wanted to laugh, yet couldn’t laugh aloud. That was the only way, and it was plainly absurdly funny.