Chapter 46: Dreaming of Deceiving My Eyes and Ears?
Tang Yu reached out and pinched Tingqin’s little foot, which she hadn’t had time to pull back, then smiled and asked Eunuch Feng, “What is it?”
Eunuch Feng bowed his head and reported, “Assistant Prefect Qian has come with news; it seems the Prime Minister’s residence is searching for someone.”
Tang Yu frowned. “Su Li is looking for someone? Who?”
Eunuch Feng replied...
Jiao’er cradled a jeweled box filled with gem coins in her arms. Her beautiful eyes surveyed the treasures before her, leaving her at a loss for words.
Facing Haifeifei’s full might, Ximen Hua appeared rather disheveled, with none of the earlier arrogance or the casual ease he had displayed at the start of the attack.
Her question revealed her momentary forgetfulness—she was the head of the Household Faction, her status distinct from that of Feng Le. By saying this, she was, in effect, showing weakness before Feng Le.
One after another, sharp earthen spikes shot up from the ground, several of them thrusting straight toward the figure in midair.
Seeing this, both Jiang Chen and Piaomiao frowned, worried that the Azure Light Sword might shatter then and there.
And so, time passed amid the bickering of Lu Lin and Wuqing, until Lu Lin finally reached a spot devoid of other players.
He could not afford to lose here, nor could he return to the mountain village; otherwise, he would never again have the chance to leave. His dreams of making a fortune remained unfulfilled.
The sly man’s expression darkened. With a loud shout, the black saber in his hands immediately expanded, whistling as it slashed toward the beast soul.
But two hundred fifty seemed to be the current ceiling—whether on the Bloody Throne or the Free Throne, even the peak NPCs or monsters were at about this level, regardless of their tier.
Another middle-aged man approached to greet He Ming, who, being on familiar terms, invited him to join in paying respects to the elders.
After buying clothes, it was already noon. Su Qi, who hadn’t felt so relaxed in a long time, found a stall in the fourth-floor food court of the mall. They sat together, ordered some dishes, and chatted happily.
Though the old man’s steps were unsteady, his speed was impressive. One moment he was in the pitch-black chaos of time and space, and in the next, he had already set foot on the battleground between humans and demons.
I did not need a closer look to know—this was the man who had occupied my thoughts for so long, the one I yearned for: the man who would be king.
Qin Yan lifted his head, his eyes as sharp as swords, flashing with a thunderous fighting spirit! At this moment, he was like a sword freshly drawn from its sheath—gleaming, unyielding, preferring to break as jade rather than survive as tile.
Footsteps echoed crisply in the empty corridor. At the far end of the second floor, Yue Qi looked up at the sign reading “Director’s Office,” then raised a hand and knocked gently at the door.
“I suppose the bottle Wei Xiaoshan had just now was a fake,” Xia Lan said with a smile. Yet, with her current ghostly appearance, that smile seemed rather eerie and ominous.
The four of them sat around the dining table. The waiter, having been prepared in advance, quickly brought out the dishes as soon as Li Runye gave the word. He also uncorked a bottle of Bordeaux from 1958, then, at the boss’s signal, closed the door and exited.
Yet this matter was far from simple. Right now, Shui Han’s team was in poor condition; the only uninjured member was Alice, who had just rejoined the team—and she was not a combatant. Her psychic attacks would be of little use against such simple-minded beasts.
Yang Ruofeng’s mimicry was strong. Could it be that he was using spiritual power to imitate a harmless move to deceive me?
Rumors about Ji Mo had never ceased, and even those at the Sacred Altar of Heaven had heard of him.
Because in this man’s eyes, she saw mercilessness and coldness; from the corner of his mouth, she caught a glimpse of a cruel smile—a cruelty that made her heart tremble.