Chapter 117: The Duel of Two Beauties

Ye Feng carried the iron ring with Chen Bo as he walked toward Man Yunyun and Xia Ling. Just as Ye Feng reached their side, he heard Man Yunyun speak angrily. "Why are you so slow? If you don’t come soon, we’ll be all the way back at the entrance."

"I'm already fast enough," Ye Feng replied. Had he not cut in line, he might not even have known where he stood by now. "Let me introduce you to my classmate..."

The thirteenth year of Zhengchang marked the year before the defeat of Meng Lan. Calculating by the calendar, it was the year when he was just one year old in this life. What exactly had happened to force Meng Lan to retreat without battle, knowing full well the emperor’s suspicion, yet still risking it? Though he rarely saw him during that time, it seemed as if he had lost his very soul.

King Fenyu had never truly witnessed Su Luocheng’s strength; his caution stemmed mainly from his mother, Consort Yu.

Moments later, countless louder voices erupted, then abruptly ceased as if a duck had its neck squeezed.

Seeing Wang Dalong’s determination, Xue Mengyao said nothing further, though her mood clearly darkened.

"...Yun Chang, you!..." Liu Tianhao felt for the first time that traveling back to the Three Kingdoms wasn’t as difficult as earning some respect under the command of these people.

Since resolving the remnants of cause and effect and learning of the impending cataclysm, Fang Han had been intent on finding Wang Hongyun to kill him outright and reap a surge of fortune points.

Several days passed in a daze. Wang Dalong, though anxious, could do nothing but let fate run its course; otherwise, he feared he would lose control and descend into madness.

Wang Hongyun even began to think the heavens were mocking him, resurrecting him repeatedly without reason, only for Fang Han to slaughter him to pieces each time, ultimately discarding him mercilessly.

After an intense battle between heaven and man, Xia Xue finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep sleep, while Wang Dalong’s spirit grew exceptionally vigorous.

The special level-five mecha blueprints given by Quan Xuan were indeed perfect for Zhang Jie. It was evident at a glance they were crafted by a true master, far superior and more intricate than the market’s level-five mechas.

Ji got out of bed, put on his shoes, dipped his fingers in water, and knelt down to write on the ground.

Prince Mo’s mind was troubled; he lay in his tent, feigning closed eyes. Mu Xuerui, naturally taciturn, did not speak to Prince Mo but turned aside and closed her eyes.

Sensing danger behind him, the Son of the Evil God quickly dodged, allowing Pandora to seize the opportunity and escape to safety.

Chen Yang calculated in his mind that, based on the value of virtual currency, one yuan should buy ten gold coins.

But when these words reached Jing Yunruo, it was an entirely different matter. She felt the passion between the gentleman and his concubine. Xuan’er dabbed her tears with a handkerchief; upon hearing Bei Yixuan’s concern, she pouted and was ready to start complaining.

Adding to this, other wealthy noble families now all either admired or envied Yan Mo, wishing they could become her.

Just moments ago, Feige was slapped in the face at lightning speed. To salvage some dignity, he rolled up his sleeves and stepped toward the spinning wheel.

Ling Mo observed this situation but, as a maid of the Xuan Prince’s mansion, she could not leave even a step outside the estate. She could only watch the princess sigh and lament day after day.

The second picture depicted a battle between two people. The dynasty forbade the existence of the Demon Sect, so the two had to stand apart. A long blade clashed with a bone flute. Wang Junkai’s eyes held sorrow, while Yang Qin’s were cold and indifferent.

However, Sun Shangxiang’s expression turned cold, a strange smile curling at the corner of her lips. Seeing this, Lü Xiang grew uneasy. Before he could react, he felt a lightness in his hand—the spear in his grasp was suddenly knocked far away, hitting two Cao soldiers, who fell to the ground.

Though they only met once, and outside the Fire Extreme Realm, back then Old Zhu had fought a battle with the Black Pot God.