Chapter 78: Natural Political Allies
On the hills outside the city of Gaeta, the journey of harsh winds and nights beneath the open sky had left Cardinal Rudolf somewhat disheveled. His beard was unkempt, and his expression weary. Yet, upon catching sight of Gaeta, a trace of delight appeared on his face. Leaving behind the smoke-choked air of Rome and returning to the countryside, Rudolf felt as if he were coming home.
He turned to glance at his retinue. Most of those following him were servants.
His hand reached for her waist, and Shen Mengtian swiftly untied the cloth fastened there. The close-fitting kimono slid to either side, revealing the snow-white bathrobe beneath.
This reassured Xiao Han somewhat; if the time Sacred Void Daoist took from acquiring the ancient scroll fragment to successfully cultivating the first stage of the Immaculate Gold Body was too long, then the so-called "Eternal Undying Body" physical training method would hold little meaning for Xiao Han.
Since the topic had turned to the coronation, You Ruo couldn't help but recall the hidden forces behind the imperial enterprise of the Sheng Tian Dynasty.
"For what purpose has the Palace Lord come?" Since the Lord of the Underworld Temple showed no great murderous intent, Tian Quan adopted a relatively polite tone when addressing Zhai Xiying.
Madam Liu took a deep breath; she could only resign herself to removing her own clothes. Beneath her shirt was an astonishingly voluptuous figure.
At that moment, a voice sounded in Ban's ear, and almost simultaneously, a hint of impatience appeared on Uchiha Ban's face.
A puppet charging at her without any weapons made Akame feel a bit surprised. Was the opponent serious? Did they truly intend to deal with her using only the puppet's bare hands?
Miao Qing could only shake his head. Even if he wanted to refuse, it was impossible now—the person had already been transferred. By this time, they should be in Dragon City.
Inside, apart from some students, there were many members of society—tattoos and green hair seem to be standard.
"Zhang Xue, don't blame me for not warning you. As the saying goes, death is paramount. It's best to respect the deceased, or you'll suffer for it. Besides, he died because of you." Ren Fei'er stood up, folded her arms, and looked down at her.
Just as Meng Ru's claws were only an inch from Lin Mufeng's neck, a ray of light suddenly tore through the void, striking Meng Ru's slender waist with uncanny precision.
Hao Tianming had already been boiled in the water tank for five minutes; then the temperature slowly dropped, and Old Sun applied ointment that proved remarkably effective, so for a brief period, he felt no burning pain.
This basketball game was not a league—just a match organized by the student council president, Xiao Bieli, out of boredom. Everyone from the freshmen to the newly promoted seniors participated. Each class formed a team; it was more of a friendly match.
Ji Zha was quite happy, scampering up Langya's arm and settling on his shoulder, chattering endlessly in his ear as if he had countless things to tell him. Langya wore a smile, tilting his head toward Ji Zha, yet gazed tenderly at Yi Yao.
"I'm afraid the Raikage will bite back at us then!" The current head of the Nara clan, Lu Ba, who was also Shikaku's father, reminded.
Her fist clenched tightly; she didn't care what promises were made. No matter what words Yi Shuihan might utter next, she might not resist beating him up and tearing down his mansion.
She spoke only those three words, then broke through the roof of the sedan chair, her figure darting like lightning. After a brief turn in mid-air, she sped swiftly toward the recently departed Western Suburban Palace.
At that moment, a car gently stopped beside Jiang Nan, the window slowly lowering to reveal a familiar face.
Zhu Feng guardedly tightened his hold on Yi Lan, fearing this treasure might be snatched away. With wary, searching eyes, he sized up the handsome man before him, his gaze still unable to conceal the jealousy lurking within.