Chapter 118: Spicy Hot Pot (Part One)

It was just that she still hadn't found the time to tell him about Xu Changmao in person. However, given the massive events unfolding outside the city, Xu Changmao likely wouldn't have the spare time to trouble her these few days.

Over the next several days, it seemed even the stray dogs in the streets sensed the oppressive atmosphere, tucking their tails between their legs as they walked. The county magistrate’s office issued a martial law order, demanding that the townsfolk refrain from leaving the city without urgent business. If one stayed within the walls, it remained relatively safe.

The instability of that team composition was too great. Their victory in the previous match was mainly due to Gu Linbing’s solid performance in the jungle, which effectively limited the opponent's jungler and prevented their early-game tempo from taking off.

Caught off guard, Zhu Lanlan suffered a heavy blow. While powerful, her strengths differed from those of Wu Feng.

"Your President Shao is dead. How could that possibly have anything to do with my father?" Qiao Ling was truly baffled this time.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between He Jinrong and An Bailun before she replied to Yang Lingxuan, "No need. We are going to bid on that land the day after tomorrow. I wonder, what brings Mr. He here?" Her words were aimed directly at He Jinrong, her demeanor relaxed, as if she were walking on her own territory. What gave him the right?

If the Yuxin Sect stopped recruiting, these funds would be more than enough for them to live comfortably each year. Furthermore, items like the Heart-Refining Pill would never be in short supply.

Zhuo Xiaoqing’s face turned deathly pale. She wanted to plead for Zhai Jing, but she couldn't even open her mouth. Fear is the primal emotion of humanity, and all others must give way when it is present.

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, middle finger pointing upward, with the other four fingers curled downward, mimicking the posture of a crawling creature.

He was truly impatient; he had scrubbed the flower bucket I had already cleaned, not even giving me a chance to lend a hand.

"Alright, many thanks, Mr. Ji!" Upon hearing Ji Feng’s agreement, Jiang Shilong was so excited he nearly jumped up. He immediately opened the sliding window beside him and shouted to the people in the other two vehicles, relaying Ji Feng’s words.

"What merit or virtue do I possess to be your Holy Lord?" Mu Fan asked with a wry smile. He had originally thought the Elven race would establish a relationship of equal cooperation with him, much like allies.

"Master Yan, you are truly amazing." Zhuge Qingfeng, standing to the side, watched as Zhuge Zhenqing recovered quickly and couldn't help but exclaim in pleasant surprise.

Over there, Cao Lin frowned, his face twisted in pain. It seemed he had also performed a blood-bond with that conical hat. He immediately recalled the hat, took a straight ruler from his storage bag, and joined the fray.

On this morning, four figures of varying appearances suddenly appeared in the sky to the southwest of the Ice God Temple. The young man in white at the forefront exuded a powerful aura, yet his face was filled with extreme rage.

After packing her things, Xue Rubing hitched a ride back to her residence, not forgetting to thank Feng Feng.

Hearing his words, Ye Tian suddenly realized the truth and said to Li Shuai with a sheepish expression, "Haha, I didn't recall it for a moment. You are Li Shuai, right?"

"Really?" Qin Weiwei softened. She looked at Li Zhengyan, and her heart skipped a beat involuntarily. Even in the pitch-black night, she could clearly see his burning gaze.

"Commander Tian, you must keep this firmly in mind..." Upon meeting, Emperor Chongzhen first gave his father-in-law a stern warning.

Ye Tian’s dagger plunged fiercely into the white-haired old man’s eyeball. As for why he didn't aim for the vital points on the body, the reason was simple: the Tie family practiced body-tempering, making their physiques incredibly hard. Ye Tian had learned this from Ye Yu long ago.

Xiu Xiu’s petite body trembled violently, unable to speak. A sweetness rose in her throat, and she spat out a large mouthful of blood.

She had fallen into the bay and, miraculously... encountered an ancient divine dragon. The dragon even had two pairs of wings, and its fangs had grazed her neck, causing her to faint on the spot.

"Rare guests have arrived; how could I not entertain them properly!" Setting his sword aside, he lifted a jar of wine, poured it down his throat, and wiped his mouth with his hand. "What brings you here with such interest today?" Han Zeng set down the wine jar and sat to the side, waiting for the visitor to join him.