Chapter 120: Massage Until Absorption
After leaving the ancient castle, Xu Yancheng nodded to Jian Zhengyang and drove Lin Lu home. The lingering scent of Lin Lu’s perfume filled Xu Yancheng’s car; she had sprayed extra to muddle the situation, never expecting such a cheap product to last so long.
“I’m curious—how did you swap Su Yi’s wine?”
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The bad news was that the soldiers he left in Xiutu and the northern part of Wuwei County had sent word: the northern Xiongnu seemed poised for a major southern incursion.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan gazed into the distance. To the north lay Ren Peak, lush and vibrant, the forests thriving. Above soared a mighty eagle, cutting through the vast sky. At the summit, the sun radiated light and warmth. Faintly, the outlines of Daoist temples could be discerned. It was majestic, imposing, and breathtakingly beautiful.
You know well that their salaries are always determined according to the actual situation at work, paid as a combination of base wage and performance bonus. All these have been approved by signed reports—you yourself have signed off on them.
The old man’s words moved Zhang Xiuying to tears. In her life, apart from her real grandfather, no one had ever treated her so kindly. She knew that, in his heart, the old man regarded her as part of the family, not merely out of a promise or gratitude, but out of genuine affection.
Zhang Li found it inconvenient to leave; she couldn’t just abandon the children here, and it wouldn’t be right to leave without at least saying goodbye to Li Yubang.
After all, his hometown, Jiuyuan in Bingzhou, was just a county under Wuyuan. If even his homeland hadn’t been reclaimed, how could the campaign to eradicate the barbarians be considered a success?
When Mu Yan arrived at the parking lot, Li Zilong was leaning against his Maybach with a phone in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
This answer was straightforward, and Lin Kaien instinctively felt it wasn’t a lie. He thought, after all, the Church of Supreme Bliss had once been a reputable and influential religion; it couldn’t possibly be doing anything truly sinister. He decided to take a look for himself.
Yet, remembering Ning Yunyou’s words last night—“A man like you is really not my type”—Li Yi Yan felt anger boiling in his chest, ready to burst forth.
Her mother had suffered all her life, and of course she wanted her mother’s health to improve. She knew Shui Qing was trying to keep her away, but she obeyed anyway.
“It’s not that bad. You can just go together,” Fifteen replied, still as unconcerned as ever.
“So it really was you causing trouble,” Jing Xueqing said bitterly. No wonder Shangguan Haitang suddenly relented, no wonder Shangguan Hanche fell silent, and why Mo Li deliberately stirred things up. It turned out that everything was because Ning Yunxiao was secretly saving someone.
With two dull thuds, the pair’s bodies were flung back in disarray. The two stewards, retreating mid-air, coughed up blood repeatedly, clearly suffering serious injuries.
“All right, don’t worry. I’ll go with you to kill her. I’ll protect you—I won’t let anything happen to you,” Xiao Muhan said, not exposing the truth.
A pungent odor spread through the air, seeping into the surrounding woods, so strong even Yang Tian could smell it.
The commander had already retreated; who would keep risking their lives? Or, for whom were they still fighting? For themselves? That would be foolish, for surely fighting on meant certain death. If you want to survive, it’s simple: drop your weapons, crouch with your hands over your head, and wait for the Maple Family Army to come and take you prisoner.
“The super elite warriors were trained by you. You surely know their aptitude—trust that they’ll meet the standards you predicted,” Old Master Liu said with a smile.
The main body didn’t interfere with the avatar’s attempt to change the subject, simply waiting for further explanation.
But for now, he was just a passerby. He wondered if Popovich’s eye for talent could be as sharp as his own, a visitor from another world.