Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Irritating Shen Yubai

After listening to Su Dahai's explanation, Yun Chen fell into deep thought, though it was impossible to tell what was on his mind.

Chen Lin looked slightly surprised. "Now?" It was already eight o'clock, and club activities had ended long ago.

For the next twenty-some days, Yun Chen naturally recuperated at the Sky Group headquarters. During this period, not only did he fully recover his strength, but his aura also became even more formidable.

The busy staff members on-site carried out their preparations under Qin Ming's direction while casting inquisitive glances at him from time to time.

"It will be dawn soon, and we'll be able to see the road conditions somewhat. Given your skills, you should easily be able to handle a carriage," Zhou Wutian said to the man.

At this moment, the only thing the Emperor could do for Lu Zhen was to withhold all these memorials without taking any action—this was the only way he could protect Lu Zhen. However, given the usual behavior of Ming Dynasty officials, it would probably only be a few days before they personally rushed to the palace gates to beg the Emperor to dispense justice and execute the treacherous minister Lu Zhen.

As for how to address this issue, the only solution Lu Zhen proposed was to diligently drill the troops and make early preparations.

Wu Xiangtao nodded and said, "Very well, do as you say. Let's go inside." The last sentence was directed at the electrophysiologist.

"I've heard of Lord Cucuan using sea eagles to deliver messages," Jun Shimei said with a twitch of his lips, his expression suddenly turning sinister. He closed his eyes, recalling everything that had happened over the past few days.

Although Ye Xuan's words sounded dismissive, she could no longer hide the smile on her face, and her confidence in her own judgment grew even stronger. The disciple she had chosen was indeed exceptional; she just needed to invest a little more time in him.

Faced with Yuan Qihu's tidal wave of attacks, Chen Mo calmly used the Spear of All Beings to parry and block.

Thunderous applause suddenly erupted. Everyone clapped enthusiastically, and some audience members in the stalls, touched by the scene, found their eyes welling up with tears.

Chen Mo seized the opportunity to sweep the Spear of All Beings forward, prying open a microscopic gap.

On his way home, Chen Mo stopped by to buy a bouquet of red flowers. Upon entering, he found a transparent vase, filled it with water, and placed it on the dining table. After measuring the length, he trimmed the stems slightly, arranged the flowers inside, and then returned to his bedroom to rest with his eyes closed.

Of course, what everyone would never expect was that I, Luo Shiyao, although looking like a young maiden, actually... No, Luo Shiyao turned her head to look at the punctured pomelo on the table; it seemed someone already knew.

"Are there anyone else nearby?" The thought of fishing in troubled waters vanished instantly. The primary task right now was how to preserve one's life in the hands of such a freak.

At that moment, Su Hang's phone rang. Seeing it was a call from Zhao Lingyan, he felt a twinge of suspicion, but still pressed the answer button.

"Why? Aren't we enemies? Shouldn't we launch our revenge against Konoha?" Uchiha Sasuke looked at him in disbelief.

Returning to her room, she was completely absent-minded. She didn't even water the flowers herself, leaving the task to Xingcai instead.

The mere thought of his cold and stern face made her skin crawl. This was the lingering trauma from her rash attempt to rescue Shuchi.

Although the treasures didn't understand why Aotian had told them to retreat back to the third layer of the Zuma Temple, they... still obediently returned to the teleportation array on the third layer.

Dai Xiao did not know that Ximen Zhe had remained silent, his cold and handsome gaze fixed immovably upon her, because he had once again caught that familiar feeling—those eyes from the depths of his memory.

The pearl fringe on the phoenix crown swayed, vaguely revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face, and this beauty, set against the backdrop of joy and happiness, appeared even more peerless and magnificent.

Jianjian's mother had forgotten that it was she who had stubbornly refused to enter the house in the first place, insisting on attracting all the neighbors. Now that someone had spoken up, she complained that the neighbors were meddling; somehow, she always had to be in the right.

"I think I more or less understand what you mean!" Qin Fengzhan suddenly uttered a very cold sentence, then silently drove and fell abruptly silent.

Chen Nian left some loose silver on the table and got up to leave the teahouse. Fan Jingyun could not figure out what she was thinking at all and did not dare to ask, so she could only quietly follow behind, watching as she strolled leisurely toward the Xuanzhou prefectural office, circled around it slowly, and finally returned to the inn.

Suddenly, Qin Chu snatched a bottle of beer from the table behind her and smashed it fiercely against the edge of the table. This action stunned everyone; no one had expected her to pull such a stunt.

Firstly, it was freezing outside. Secondly, the child in Shuchi's womb still needed to be protected. Running out like this for a dead person—what was the point?

Facing Su Zichuan's expression, which showed slight dissatisfaction yet dared not speak out, Sang Li's reaction was direct: she completely ignored it. Since she had already agreed, she would honestly and earnestly answer her questions.

"I don't know." Although this aura was not directed at anyone in particular when it emanated, once these powerhouses sensed the earth-shattering pressure of this celestial demon avatar, none of them dared not to focus their entire attention upon it.

"President Che, I didn't say that, but we can't severely punish the other party simply because of the special status of one party involved. That would be a bit too unreasonable, wouldn't it?" Vice President Guan argued tit-for-tat.

"Alright!" That fellow nodded, and then, without any warning, leaped downward from a height of over five meters.

"Why?" Zong Feng raised the question again. Rather than calling it a question, it was more like his urgent hope that Su Yan would give him a reason convincing enough for him. To him, this would be a comfort, a tremendous comfort.