Chapter 69: Another Visit from the Military

Liu Yiyi let out an enraged roar, her body soaring through the air. She snatched a sword from a guard and charged at Mao Leyan. At this moment, Mao Leyan’s only concern was Liu Jian’s injuries, but Moli blocked her path, refusing to let her out. She knew Moli was afraid Liu Yiyi would attack her again, and then Liu Jian would be forced to intervene, which would only put him in greater danger.

His words were powerful, showing no fear of the scenario Pang Tong had just described, which took Pang Tong by surprise. Still, he had to respond quickly and cleverly.

In Ichiro I’s eyes, the bureaucracy in China always worked with strict hierarchies—one level pressing down on another. As long as he played the card of being a foreign guest and used it to threaten the officer, the latter would surely compromise, desperate to preserve his own position.

The ancient prime minister gave a gentle smile, rose to raise his cup, and said, “Thank you, Your Majesty.” All the words left unsaid were contained in that gesture. Especially now, saying too much would only invite criticism.

Bao Chun and the old master said nothing more to her, and she didn’t ask, but in her heart she understood. There were eyes watching, after all—they hadn’t gone out of their way to hide anything.

“Yu Taiqi said it’s because the Imperial Consort has been childless for years, and now that she’s older, that’s the real reason,” Qi Yun explained.

To their classmates and professors, they seemed perfectly normal, but only the two of them knew that it was all surface-level… Something was changing between them, even if they didn’t want to face it.

After Lei Shengtian was injured in the right chest and staggered back a step, he saw Ba Hai take a punch from the Three-Headed Jiao, and in his retreat, raise his gun toward Mo Xiaosheng and the others.

Li Tianyi’s final topic was one that Huang Donggui would never respond to, no matter what. He had no desire to become everyone’s target.

Yet Costa Rica’s efforts could not change the outcome. As stoppage time approached, Germany unexpectedly expanded their lead with a long-range world-class goal from over thirty yards out, ultimately sealing the score at 4:2.

Among his many collected artworks, aside from Ling Shuang, the others—even if they tried to hide it—could not suppress the boundless terror in their eyes at moments like this. But Ling Shuang’s difference stirred in him something like the feeling of falling in love.

“Let me out!” Yan Shifei, bound by golden divine markings, cried out in her heart. Despair surged in those enchanting eyes that could bewitch all living things.

That much was true: the Ghost Mother did grant men an advantage in combat, yet to her, men were mere playthings in her palm. It seemed that apart from Siyuan, no man could resist her charms. As for why… even Siyuan didn’t know.

“Bastard!” Situ Xuan watched Murong Yu’s retreating figure, muttering curses under her breath. Then, her eyes flickered. With a swirl of movement, she chased after him.

Before she could finish, Ye Bin coughed, placing a soft, glutinous loquat cake into his mouth, sighing inwardly—only Zhen Fu could craft such melt-in-your-mouth delicacies, smooth and never cloying.

Li Ru smiled faintly. In his eyes, Ye Bin was the perfect example of someone who played both sides—wanting to be both a villain and a saint. Now, if Chen Cai’er and the child were to survive, there was only one possible path forward.

Every major clan would have people sent to the Ziyun Mountains to gather materials, and injuries were inevitable. Therefore, they always purchased medicinal powders, which were vital to the safety and health of the clan. Xiao Hai had a decent understanding of their quality.

Duan Qifei turned to look at the setting sun, only to see a row of knights lined up neatly in the tall grass. The two at the front rode directly toward him: one on a crimson steed, the other astride a rare purple stallion.

Time trickled by in the blood mist. The members of Mirror Division silently counted the seconds, not knowing what Yan Xi would become after ten seconds—perhaps she would die, perhaps she would turn even more terrifying and kill everyone here. Whatever happened, they had to hold out until the one who could calm her returned.

Their costumes made them look like the four sacred beasts of ancient China—gorgeous and filled with awe-inspiring dignity! They seemed almost divine! But… weren’t they afraid that such flamboyant attire would make onlookers drool?

When Qin Junxi received the contract, he had already signed his name on it.

“Brother Lu, is it really you? Am I not dreaming? I clearly saw that you were dead!” Lin Muyi’s eyes were red, her voice choked with emotion.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent. What Daxia said was probably true—with their boss’s temperament, he would never let a traitor go, and the consequences would be even worse.

Pure soul waves surged into Yan Xi’s body, instantly penetrating her soul and racing into its darkest depths. There, a shadow lurked, bathing in Yan Xi’s hatred as if it were a fish in water. But now, it felt threatened—a threat to its very existence.

How could I have forgotten that Chang Tingluoxin had just been seized by Xue Jinran—she must be by his side now.

Only Master Lu grew ever more suspicious of Liang Xiao, leaving him with no way out but to look after his own interests.

Xue Jinran sighed on the ground, but then his eyes shone with resolve. Since things had come to this, he could only accept it and do everything possible to break free from this deadly impasse. More sighing would change nothing.

“Eh, Village Chief, what are you doing…” Saber panicked at the sight and reached out to pull the old man, but even with a tug, he could not move him.

Just when she thought she’d made up her mind, thoughts of the Lian family sent Lian Xin spiraling into another dead end.

“Xu…” Misaka Mikoto wanted to say more, but watched as Xu Wanjun walked straight to Hecate’s side, ignoring her completely. Her spirits sank in an instant, and she left with her head hanging low.