Chapter 82: Unsightly

Taking advantage of Xu Yang’s distraction as he glanced at his phone, she quietly raised her hand and undid the two buttons beneath her collar. Instantly, the delicate, fair skin of her chest was revealed, subtly and alluringly. Liu Wenjing then tossed her hair, struck a captivating pose, and softly cleared her throat before speaking, “Xu Yang, it’s been so long. You really surprised me...”

The four soldiers, familiar with the temperament of the horse, did not dare to force it too much. They coaxed and half-dragged it into the camp, but none dared to ride it.

As the conversation continued, Wu Mu suddenly began to cry—tears of joy streaming down, unable to stop, embracing the dancer as they wept in each other’s arms.

After all instructions were given, the Lantern Daoist himself landed atop another mountain. He likewise produced his Exquisite Pagoda, grasped it in his hand, and aimed at the valley nestled among the hills.

They swiped their access cards at a designated spot, and the words on the display changed to “Welcome.” The elevator doors opened, revealing only a narrow corridor. At the end stood a dark red door.

Zhang Xiu personally hosted Cao Cao, while Hu Che’er and Dian Wei remained close by as guards. Jia Xu, meanwhile, took Zhou Yang to their lodgings.

“Yes, Master, I understand your plan. I will faithfully carry out your instructions,” Shen Yanqiu said, her icy face breaking into a faint smile—perhaps amused by Wu Yan’s comical appearance.

When he read the words “Commander Roy, Navy Sixteenth Division, killed in action; pirate Zepp absconded in guilt,” Zepp was completely baffled.

If Feng Yangyu entered first, it was likely the “unfortunate event” would have already been triggered. After all, it was a divine artifact—no one could know what form its “punishment” might take.

“Business? Why not just let him in to see me directly?” Zhao Ji often sensed something unusual.

Upon learning he had been deceived, Cloud Demon was furious, descending swiftly from the city walls to confront Xiao Qilong. Xiao Qilong quickly ordered his generals to attack him.

Seeing Guan Yu’s reaction, Huang Zhong’s face flushed with anger, ready to act. Zhao Shu hurriedly reached out to stop him, quietly saying, “General Guan has always been this way. It’s not intentional. Godfather, please don’t be upset.” And so they entered the residence together.

Song An was no match for Jin Ling. It seemed only she herself could intervene. Song Ning flexed her knuckles and strode forward.

“My beloved concubine, what’s wrong? Are you still feeling unwell?” Yu Haoxuan’s eyes flashed with suspicion, but when he saw the sweat beading on Qingyi’s forehead, he frowned and quickly called for the imperial physician. Yet Qingyi reached out to stop him.

Just as Danqing Luo settled into her seat, the next moment, a hurried voice swept past their ears.

Tianxing turned to look at Qinglin and Cold Night. “Only you would do such a thing,” Qinglin and Cold Night said in unison, tears streaming from Tianxing’s eyes.

With these arrangements in place, another ten days passed. Shamoke could no longer restrain himself and personally led his troops to challenge outside the camp. Zhao Shu ordered the defenders to remain firm and not venture out; should the barbarian troops approach, they were to drive them off with arrows.

How could it be? She was his sister. Between them, there was only a sibling bond—even if not related by blood, they were still brother and sister. Yet, he seemed to harbor other feelings for her. What kind of feelings? Even he was unsure.

To be honest, Sheng Shi wasn’t very pleased. He had finally managed to secure some time alone with her and didn’t want anyone else around, but seeing Ji Liunian’s eager gaze, he could only nod in agreement.

Liang Yin seemed to be building a steamship—his blocks already forming the outline of the bow—while Liang Ruyuan continued to fiddle with the electronic keyboard. Though she could not play any proper tune, she was happily pressing random keys.

From what was written above, it appeared that the hundreds of subsequent gladiatorial matches might be avoided after all.