53 The Little Debt-Dodging Elf

But this time was different. Chu Yang had already given all his vital energy to Ning Xuan, which meant he could no longer break the balance between life and death held by the Ghost Hero; to defeat the strong with the weak was simply impossible now.

At that moment, the evening banquet came to an end. Ji Yuanxiao rose to his feet, exchanged a few polite words, and then walked out.

As she moved, her old injury was triggered, and she was about to fall to the ground. Ye Sheng, who had been watching her out of the corner of his eye, quickly stepped forward and helped her up.

The interview went smoothly. Principal Wu nodded approvingly at Tao Xiu. Tao Xiu appeared both youthful and approachable, his English pronunciation impeccable. Moreover, as students say these days, appearance matters—having a handsome professor would surely boost their enthusiasm for learning.

All the guards belonged to Lei Han, so it was easy to spread rumors between Mu Yibo and the Empress’s palace. Most of the time, Mu Yibo stayed in the Empress’s chambers, only returning to his own for appearances’ sake. To lull Liu Hanyan, he even promoted her to Imperial Consort.

How could she ever discuss marriage or intimacy with the murderer of her father? Any romance would be nothing but a farce—if she took it seriously, if she fell for him, then truly, she would have no face to meet her father in the underworld.

Hearing that the Princess herself was cooking, those behind instantly felt invigorated, casting aside their fatigue.

Luckily, Mengqi and Erlan, the two maids, took care of them and settled everything. Fan Chen and the others, emboldened by liquor, headed straight into the cultivation chamber.

Su Yao sat anxiously in the single armchair by the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling window, biting her finger in deep thought. In the midst of this, she answered a call from Su Xixi: Su Huaisheng was out of danger.

Though the scar hidden beneath his watch had faded, it was still there, a reminder of Tao Xiu’s painful past. He was battered and bruised, and though he’d done nothing wrong, he simply lacked the courage to love again.

“Alright, Yuanjun, you can come out now.” Murong Feiming, judging that they’d reached the entrance, turned his head and called out towards the wall.

The water attribute demon power was cool and refreshing, perfect for clearing the mind, and even worked wonders for waking someone from a beating-induced coma. However, it had a side effect—it could damage the brain.

“I’m not hungry right now. Go fetch the wooden boxes I gave you last night.” She was more interested in examining how the pills were refined and how the martial arts were cultivated.

As for Xin Li’s deviation in practice, she truly wasn’t confident; after all, even the prodigies had no certainty in such matters.

“Life in the palace seems good lately, doesn’t it?” King Qin Chuan looked at Murong Yinzhu, his gaze icy.

In her nightmare, the demon blade pierced the raven’s heart. The shadow laughed wildly, grasped the hilt with his right hand, and drove the blade deep into the raven’s chest, while he himself dissolved into black smoke and surged into the raven’s body through the blade.

“Brother Wood, hit him, hit him!” Pamela, unconcerned with what the Super Blood Monster had become, waved her arms and shouted.

After finishing his sentence, Prince Ning did not respond immediately. Instead, he exchanged a glance with Lin Chenqing; clearly, they had plans regarding the people of the Thousand Phoenix Kingdom.

But what could he say? He knew Su Wanru well enough, but he couldn’t stop her, and he was painfully aware of it.

After a long period of training, Carl could now turn his own blood into a weapon. He could also infuse his weapons with blood, greatly increasing their power.

This was thanks to the acquisition of the German Automobile Alliance, which solved many parts issues and advanced Fiat’s mass production by more than half a year—this acquisition was truly worth it.

The bandit chief shook his head, leisurely threatening them. His meaning was clear: marriage must happen.

Judging by Mr. Zhongli’s extraordinary aura and deep, resonant voice, it was clearly the former.

“Confidence is good, but arrogance is not,” Crane said, his gaze frequently drifting to the battleship moored at the harbor. His observation haki constantly enveloped the warship. Fortunately, after Guina and the others boarded, they didn’t set sail immediately, so there was no need to act at once.

Five months ago, he hadn’t simply left; he’d given Chen Youcai a pile of technical documents. Though he never sought Chen out, Chen often came to him with questions.

After much arduous flattery, he finally managed to keep his life and even probed his opponent’s true intentions.

Gu Lan Yin was extremely sensitive to Huo Qi Sheng’s touch, so much so that she nervously jumped up from her chair.

“I’ve heard that the Da Yue Zhi has the lowest taxes and treats its people well. The Alan people are all willing to join Da Yue Zhi.”

“Gu Lan Yin, take your cat upstairs—it’s covered in bacteria, don’t let it infect Yao Yao!” Zhao Yuhua spoke up in displeasure.

After doing all this, Qian Qingshi swept his mind across the distance and found that in the far sky, the Azure Luan was already surrounded by Sheng Yang’s flames.

“Elder Mu, you only verbally claimed to reserve it, but made no actual transaction, while the other party has paid a million spirit stones, so the cauldron can only be sold to him.” Kirio was resolute.