75 Spirits and Deities (7)

Ideas are always good, and the monkey’s speed is unmatched. Zhang Long only managed to halt it for a moment, and in the blink of an eye the monkey was behind him again. Now, there was no way to divert strength to block its advance; otherwise, if the monkey picked them off one by one, none of them would escape.

Fortunately, Xiao Nuo managed to avoid being struck in a vital spot, and did not fall victim to He Wudi’s deadly blow.

The idea of halving the commission was not something Wang Zhen thought up on the spot—it had been his plan all along. Reducing the commission would surely win Li Yun’s favor, and it would also help his uncle curry favor with his superior.

If Zhang Han could write such splendid calligraphy, his future would be bolstered by a significant asset. Even without meeting in person, the first impression upon receiving an invitation would be excellent. Of course, for the moment, this was merely a goal, and achieving it seemed a distant prospect.

Though Naruto and Sasuke sensed the urgency in Xiao Nuo’s words, the two who were also searching for the real body of Mizuki Bai were nonetheless taken aback when they heard him speak.

“Brother Long, you said you have powerful connections—could you introduce us? Maybe we could all become friends,” Zhang Wei’s eyes flashed gold as he fixed his gaze on the other man.

Watching Tian Yuan’s performance, Steward Qian’s hands and feet grew cold with fury. Anger surged from his heart and malice from his courage; he wished he could stride forward and kick Tian Yuan dead. How Steward Qian secretly cursed is another matter, but the situation on the surface was already dire. No matter how he argued, he could offer no evidence.

Xu Luo possessed remarkable hearing; even at a distance of five or six yards, and though the two spoke in hushed voices, he could hear every word. When he caught the phrase “Iron Shirt,” he felt puzzled—hadn’t Pu Dian already handed over the secret manual?

Zhang the Second opened his mouth twice, then fell silent. Zhang Zhao said nothing either. The room was so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.

“I—I understand… There will never be a next time…” Hei Tu lowered her head, daring not to protest, for it was her first time seeing Qing Cang so fiercely angry. She had no doubt that if she made another mistake, Qing Cang would surely destroy her.

Despite the fierce wind outside, Yun Feng clung to the wall like a gecko, moving step by step toward the window of his target—the office of Mayor Zhao Kun in Tianbei City.

Ferguson quickly made a substitution, taking Valencia off and sending Silva on. Valencia was without complaint; he knew his performance had been ordinary. After embracing Silva, he left the field with a blank expression.

If Lota wanted to fully replenish her magic, she’d likely have to drink herself spherical. Moreover, the effect of the potion would diminish with use.

Zhao Kun broke out in a cold sweat, terror etched across his face as he stared at the menacing silver needles.

After everyone had left, Ye Xingchen still hadn’t received a call from He Xuemei, and couldn’t help feeling a little frustrated. Had the girl stood him up? He wanted to call her, only to realize he didn’t even have her number.

The Celestial Emperor remained engrossed in his game; even the near-light-speed rounds of Tetris couldn’t challenge him. As his fingers danced swiftly, layer after layer of blocks disappeared, and the score beside him climbed ever higher.

“Me? An immortal cultivator?” Xia Wuyi was completely bewildered, as if he himself was unaware of this fact.

Today, however, she was full of fighting spirit; Lota could sense the surging magical energy radiating from her opponent.

But she had no desire to quarrel with Aunt Gao Gui—she had, after all, finally earned the Marquis’s approval and felt her father’s affection. No matter what, she couldn’t let the Marquis think she was a sinister, conniving person framing Aunt Gui.

In her view, it would be better to let Chu Yun kill her. From the moment Zishi Xiong made her take the blame for him, her heart had already died.

“At times like this, they’re especially domineering. Either you submit, or you die. Tell me, what should we do? We absolutely cannot surrender to them!” Gu Tianming said with helplessness.

As the two left the room, Cai Yan suddenly opened her eyes, a smile flashing across her face.

Xiao Wanrong was also angry inside. She pretended not to see the plea in Jin Xin’s eyes, merely giving her a troubled look and saying, “Third Master is drunk, and cannot be left alone.”

Looking out the window, dusk was approaching. Li Gang reflected on the past two days—he’d truly been busy, but overall the results were good. The genetic optimization technique had finally broken through to the second layer, and he was still alive. The soul chapter now seemed more promising thanks to the transformation of his soul.

The man before them clearly had an unfriendly air about him, causing Lin Xiao’s brows to knit together.

Xiao Ruoan felt embarrassed, raising her head as her cheeks flushed red. Not knowing what to say, she shyly patted Lin Yanhao’s shoulder.

Han Changfeng took a sip of wine, his gaze also fixed on Bei Ming as he spoke aloud.

Suddenly, a wormhole appeared above Qin Chuan and his companions, and from it a massive earth-colored hand reached out, seeking to snatch the World Tree.

Hearing the name, Yang Chen furrowed his brow, a look of contemplation flickering in his eyes. After pondering for a moment, and confirming he had never heard of it before, he finally relaxed a little.

The provincial city’s Xiang Brave troops unexpectedly surrounded the left and right armies, catching Qing Ren and Li Shoubei completely off guard.

Wang Rui first gave a grand salute to Zeng Guofan and Zhao Danian, then greeted Liu Changyou, Peng Yulin, and others.

Closing his eyes, Yu Danggui opened them again in the darkness. The light leaking through the curtains shone into his deep black eyes, gathering into a dazzling display.

No, no, wait a minute—when did we admit that we saw Zhao Manlu trip Zhao Wutong? Even if half of us saw it, we never actually said anything, did we?