Chapter 64: Where Is the Fine Wine?
Along the shaded path flanked by cypress trees, two riders galloped swiftly forward.
The clamor and noise ceased abruptly in an instant, leaving only the urgent clatter of hooves sounding all the more piercing.
Yin Shiqing’s voice rose, and those outside the hall held their breath, managing to catch the words spoken within.
But none of that mattered now—at least for Kent, being able to kill a foreign beast was more important than anything else.
Manual labor was the cheapest and easiest to expend. If Kent wanted to make a mark here and play a trick on Oddo, he certainly couldn’t become a mere laborer.
When she awoke, she returned to reality. Her husband was not by her side, her mother had passed away, and she had just given birth.
Liu Chuan found it hard to believe. Just a few days ago, he had heard that the BuGui Inn had taken a job to assassinate the Great Prince Qiu Shui.
Louman took the letter from the county magistrate, skipped over the introductory explanations, and directly read Zhao Yi’s plan. His face turned extremely grim. He muttered to himself that Zhao Yi was truly terrifying—to have thought of such a venomous scheme. Fortunately, he wasn’t an enemy.
Song Ci seemed to hear Yan Jiang’s heart-wrenching cries outside the emergency room. Her heart trembled, and she rested her head against Yan Jiang’s.
He was someone so devoted to the nation and its people, so talented, so strategically brilliant—yet now, he was being hunted by his own father’s orders, abandoned by his own clan, destined to become a wandering exile?
If what Bai Bing said was true, their experiences were somewhat similar. But if it was false, then her identity might already be exposed.
After Liu Qingyan became the director of the Investment Promotion Bureau, she resolutely refused to “fire blanks.” She never spoke of things that hadn’t been implemented, and she never gave grand receptions for investors who hadn’t been thoroughly investigated.
Yu Ziqi wanted to say that the YuanXu Sect wasn’t like that, but he opened his mouth and swallowed his words. That was how the world perceived the “demonic path,” and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—in fact, such prejudice kept people on the side of good and away from the demonic way.
The trembling in the voice, the light in the eyes, and the absurd topics under discussion made all reason seem pale and laughable.
“Letting three moves” was different from “trading three moves.” Letting three moves meant allowing the opponent to prepare fully before striking, including charging power, arranging formations, and healing. This way, the opponent could easily take the opportunity to escape.
After the astral tool was corroded, Zhao Xuan deliberately chose a damaged spot, lightly absorbed some of the vapor, and then activated his venom gland to draw it into his body.
The handover between the leaders of both sides naturally drew attention from all directions, but to ordinary people, it was just an ordinary clink of glasses. It paused slightly when they touched, but that was hardly a major breach of etiquette.
For mainframe computers, 16-bit and 32-bit chips existed. But for current microcomputers, the chips used were basically 8-bit.
On the other side, Hua Gu and A Duo finally witnessed what a grand scene and a lavish feast truly meant.
So, how could one write Charlotte and Daphne’s love and action scenes without breaking character or spoiling the future plot?
“I envy you,” Xuan Luo said to Guo Yuan. “If you do the same as Yu Xuan and work overtime for three days and nights straight, I reckon you could get it too, right?”
“Wan Shun, Senior Brother! You’ve actually stepped into the Guanfu realm?” Yue Changhe exclaimed in surprise. Fortunately, there were many Guanfu-realm cultivators here, and the aura was mixed, so no one noticed Wan Shun.
Attracted by this oil lamp, he felt no sense of danger at all, and instead, his soul grew even stronger.