23 The Real and Fake Heiresses (I)

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I had encountered it before as well. I knew the Yellow Weasel wanted to trade lives with me; I understood that perfectly, but my body refused to obey.

“Why can’t it be you?” Lu Xiurui gripped her waist and lifted her upward. Chi Xia cooperatively raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Still, it was fortunate that I came to know Zhen Mi because of it. Perhaps this was what they meant by losing a horse and gaining a blessing in disguise.

In a daze, I saw a gaunt, skeletal figure dressed in traditional Chinese robes standing in the middle of a muddy, rutted road.

Yu’er answered and only then ran off into the distance. Jiang Feng watched her retreating figure before closing the door.

“Master Ma, I’ve finally found you.” The man seized my hand excitedly the moment he saw me.

The security guard was visibly uneasy. Clearly, he was not a real security guard but a member of a group of con artists, which was why he did not dare give his name.

Once everyone had registered in an orderly fashion, an Evolver led them into the base. The moment they stepped through the main gate, they were once again stunned by the scene before them.

Ye Yifan had cultivated the Hongmeng Mystic Canon all night without sleeping, yet he felt no fatigue whatsoever. Instead, he was more energetic than ever.

Dongfang Weishi’s analysis was extremely sound. Half the forces on the northern defensive line had been summoned by Yan Zhongfei through his Number One identity, including his own loyal troops. The Imperial Capital Garrison had also suffered heavy losses.

At the mention of reform, Liu Heng’s eyes immediately lit up, but the expression vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Although Liu Heng had also noticed certain shortcomings within the empire, he had only just ascended the throne and naturally had to approach reform with the utmost caution. It was actually convenient that Jia Yi had brought it up, as this would allow him to test the views of the old ministers. Thus, Liu Heng could only remain noncommittal.

“You’re my wet nurse. Don’t lie to me. I want Mother Consort—go away!” The Third Prince raised his head slightly and stared intently at Consort An with his round eyes for quite some time. Then, with great effort, he pushed her hands away and spoke weakly.

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After returning to the inn, Ling Yun continued practicing his control over the power of the Reversal Fruit. He trained for a long while before finally falling asleep.

From beginning to end, Ling Yun did not say a single word. However, as was customary, before taking action one had to issue a warning, if only to display the bearing of China, a great nation of etiquette.

After refining another batch of pills, Xu Chen moved into the room and circulated his profound technique, charging toward the tenth level of Martial Master. Everything proceeded as smoothly as water flowing into a channel.

“Raging Emperor Flame Slash!” Before the Azure-Winged expert could finish speaking, he immediately attacked the two people ahead of him, launching a lethal strike.

Without the slightest warning, the empress fell backward onto the ground. Her body arched as the golden phoenix-and-jade hairpin securing her coiffure fell with a crisp clang. The crimson gemstone held in the phoenix’s beak slipped free and rolled to the side, while the spread phoenix wings snapped into two pieces. It was just like the empress at that moment: her wings had been broken, and she would never fly again.

“I’m willing to do my part for the majority of players struggling to stay above the poverty line.” Zhang Zhetian replied to the people from VDV.

When Jian Mofan ignored her, Yan Mumu’s heart sank completely. So he was unwilling even to give her an explanation. If he would only say that there was nothing between them, she would believe him. But why would he say nothing, merely gazing at Ji Siyue in his arms?

Liu Bang established a verbal marriage agreement with Xiang Bo for one reason alone: to bind Xiang Bo to the same ship. No matter what, Xiang Bo still had to put in a good word for his future in-law.

“Yellow Face, stay here and protect them. I’m going to the bathroom.” Xu Qing took out his phone and walked directly toward the restroom. He had already lost his composure earlier, and some matters were better kept from these people.

Daisy stared blankly at Mu Siye, momentarily dumbfounded. At the company, she sometimes addressed him as “Senior” and sometimes as “President.”

Of the more than ten thousand missiles carrying nuclear warheads, over five thousand were destroyed under their frantic assault—more than half.

Xingtian wore a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth and threw a punch! The enormous block of ice was instantly blasted into fragments, reduced to dust that dispersed and vanished in the breeze.

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Jiang Yunxi’s body slammed into the wall with a thud, and tears immediately welled in her eyes. Bai Yanxun strode over and seized Mo Chuqi by the wrist.

Xingtian and the others were stopped outside the camp gate. Although nothing could be seen with the naked eye, Xingtian could always sense that more than a hundred crossbow bolts were aimed at him from all around. The faintly exposed sharpness made his skin prickle. If he dared make even the slightest move, those crossbow bolts would certainly shoot into his body without hesitation.

“Leave the Chinese Soul? Why?” Jiang Weiguo could hardly believe his ears. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not understand why Xu Qing would leave the Chinese Soul.

When they returned to the apartment, Xiao Yunyun did not even have time to park the car properly before rushing upstairs. Shen Yuechuan was already sitting in the living room.

Seeing how cooperative I was, her attitude softened slightly, but her face remained dark, as though I owed her money and had refused to pay it back.

Because she had absorbed a great deal of Anni’s blood, the suppression of her extraordinary power had been weakened the least. The might of this mass of Celestial River Chill was only thirty percent weaker than that of the complete version.

Besides, we were merely facing two enemies with one force. If we could not even handle something like this, what face would we have to return to Shuofang and face our fellow townspeople? They had grown accustomed to glory; even he was no longer willing to endure those gazes from the past—eyes once filled with hope, yet now brimming with contempt.

But this time, beneath the astonished or furious gazes of everyone present, no silver light flickered along the Thousand-Edge Short Staff. Its pitch-black body merely brushed lightly against the sharp sword pointed directly at his brow.

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