Volume One, Chapter 33: I Have a Bold Idea

"Ouch!"

Yue Shan, scalded, quickly spat out the matchstick from his mouth.

The surrounding soldiers, witnessing the scene, all kept their gazes fixed and faces straight, desperately afraid they might burst out laughing.

After all, they were professionals.

"If you want to laugh, just go ahead. Today, I'm in a good mood. When this mission is over, drinks are on me."

Yue Shan didn't mind at all; after all, good news ought to be shared.

"Captain Yue, why are you so happy today? Don't tell me your wife is expecting?"

One of the soldiers who was close to him teased with a grin.

"Hahaha... This is even better than that! Haicheng has a new disaster-class Sequence User—the young man you all met before."

As soon as he finished, the atmosphere...

Xiao Huairen's cheek twitched. All those sayings about a prime minister's belly holding a boat, or a phase being nothing to him—when it came to this mansion and Lin Yue, those words sounded especially strange. After all, the former owner of this mansion was none other than Prime Minister Zuo Chengming, a man whose power dominated the court, yet Lin Yue had killed him with a single stroke before the eyes of the officials.

"Best not to say." The old man of the ages smiled enigmatically, his gaze casually sweeping over Qin Yang beneath the abyssal rift.

With energy continually flowing into his cells, making the membranes more flexible and the structures thicker and stronger, Huang Sanlang's cultivation soared rapidly.

"What right do you have to say such things to me? Are you the messenger sent by the Tyrant King?" The Scavenger Captain still didn't understand.

When the mage who spoke saw Robert's dumbfounded expression, he followed his gaze—and was soon just as stupefied himself.

That black sword had been found at the Overlord Sword Villa and presented to An Lushan by him, so he could more or less guess what An Lushan had done with it.

"Doesn't that mean it'll be even harder for us to deal with Ruili in the future?" Mei Jie looked at Ye Long and asked.

It was already the dead of night. Most people were fast asleep, some were on the night shift. The streets were nearly deserted under the streetlights, with only a few shops still open.

Jin Shengzhe, troubled by his wounds, sat down, leaning his back against the corpse of the dying Kui Zhou Dragon, gazing into the distance. He let the wind blow over him, relishing the rare peace.

Yet when he returned home, the first thing he did was not call for his father, nor greet his mother. "Foster Father, how have you endured such hardship all these years?" wailed Lingcheng.

Ye Lang was shaken; there had never been a Five Venoms Elder in the "Heavenly Dragon Eight Sects," yet now one had appeared out of nowhere.

But I fear that if I admit I don't love Liu Longting, we'll never cross paths again.

So, when they finally sobered up, they'd no longer clamor for beauties—surely they'd be scared out of their wits, each hurrying home to their own mothers.

"What is it, Dad?" She eyed Bai Chuanbai warily. Her silly father couldn't possibly really plan to deliver that thing, could he?

When this guard arrived, he already knew that Great Khan Möngke was displeased with Prince Arik Böke.

Recently, Liu Longting had grown adept at sweet talk. I asked him why he was so full of honeyed words lately, like he'd been eating sugar; yet today, he hadn't been so attentive.

"Here, have some water first." Feng Chen ignored her question, poured a glass, and handed it to Xia Xi.

"Long Aotian, didn't I tell you yesterday to have PR delete this thing? Why hasn't it been taken down yet?" I asked anxiously.

Just then, a sudden wind rose. A figure in pink descended from the sky, landing beside Ye Lang.

Gong Wei and Yan Yu received their orders, bowed, and withdrew. Feng Chen followed close behind, and the three of them flew toward the rear mountain of the Five Elements Sect.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Li Yi turned his head to Condensed Smoke and Bamboo Melody.

Suddenly, Yi Rui heard sounds of an argument, seemingly coming from the Taihe Hall. Skirting the Clear Radiance Room, a few steps brought her to Taihe Hall.

At this point, Xingchen had no choice but to face the challenge head-on, still protecting his head for fear of being struck again.

"What, you want to infiltrate the Dwarven Kingdom?" Han Chengzhong turned pale with fright at the news. If it were him, he wouldn't so much as bat an eyelid, but for his only son, it was unbearable.

"Reincarnation?" Yi Rui murmured the word, her voice dry as if tearing through oil paper.

"Come, come! Do you think I'm afraid?" Hongzhuang laughed as bright as peach blossoms, her teasing of Bai Ye dispelling the gloom that had weighed on her these last few days.

Under Zhu Yuanqiang's all-out attack just now, Li Yi was left utterly unable to fight, even lacking the strength to flee.

"Miss Ling, that man is called Jin Baiwan. He's a famous merchant in the Eastern Wastes, mostly dealing in jewels—all made from various spirit stones and crystals, highly prized by the nobility." Xinlan lowered her voice.

The silly Fire Spirit impatiently sent streams of spiritual energy through wisps of blue-green flame, feeding them into the Beastfire's core.

In less than a day, the fleet finally reached Qingdao Naval Guard. Admiral Yao Jicheng, having received urgent reports long before, stood in full dress with dozens of officers and five thousand sailors in formation to welcome them.

Yet the four elders beside them wore grave expressions, their eyes fixed unwaveringly on Ye Chen.

Even Du Ruxuan and her sister, though facing danger and about to be violated, still thought of others' safety, proof of their inherently kind nature, unwilling to implicate the innocent.

But under cover of darkness, sneaking onto the island, the enemy would hardly notice, only to be slaughtered by Team A without resistance.

To come to a tender and then shout at the boss—what a scene! How mortifying.

She swallowed nervously, suppressing her panic, set down her bag, and tried to slip past him. But with so little space to step, her attempt to go by only made it look as if she was throwing herself into his arms.