Chapter 93: You Yue Was Still Alive

When Lu Dayong heard that she was studying drugs in the laboratory, his pupils contracted sharply, and the shock in his eyes delighted Lin Buwan.

“Wu Guojun, go screw yourself!” The Governor of Miyun, Wu Aheng, stared with eyes bulging in utter disbelief.

No matter how hard Dongye Shuichi worked in the future, no matter how many resources he consumed or how many extraordinary experts guided him, his innate spiritual talent had been only so limited at the start.

The old man spoke with ringing force, then sat down beside Elder Liu, clearly determined not to move for anyone.

Very few people called them elder brothers; in the dojo, the two of them were the dread lords who inspired fear wherever their names were heard.

Of the Nine Northern States, only the Xuanjing Dayan Martial Palace of Great Wei and the Qingcheng Dayan Martial Palace of Great Xuan still remained.

And this was precisely the skill Dongye Shuichi had learned from his earlier battle with Karp Holmes.

Lingxi, sleeping with her eyes closed, did not hear this and had no idea that she was about to gain a very talkative godfather.

Shu was rich and abundant; Xiao Ji used gold in one-pound ingots, one hundred ingots to a chest, and there were as many as a hundred chests. Silver was five times more valuable than gold, and Shu brocade and colorful silks were even beyond counting.

Traveling abroad, she simply loved freedom, and for the moment she did not want to become emperor so early.

You He and Yin almost simultaneously felt the pressure of that current of air; they were too close. Before long, the flow was driving the mosquito tighter and tighter into a corner.

The entire body merged into the sword, transforming into a streak of white light that plunged into the raging flames and struck toward the Lion King.

As I, a disembodied soul watching from the side, was secretly praising the sword qi for its dazzling sharpness, the steel whip in Wu Zixu’s hand, solid as a rock, had already shattered with a thunderous crash, dissolving pitifully into specks of spiritual light like drifting dust.

When Lu Huaner said this, Shi Zi choked so badly he coughed nonstop, unable to say a single word for a long while, one hand waving repeatedly to show there was no need.

He had merely dispersed a wisp of spiritual sense, calculated where Silver’s forehead was, and then fired accordingly.

“Since the thing that entered my body may be a dragon’s magic core, then I’ll name my moves after dragons. I’ll call this one Dragon Claw!” Luo Lin murmured, gazing at the phantom of the talons on his hand.

Qian Lai gave a strange smile, crooked a finger to beckon Shi Zi closer, and spoke with him in a secretive manner. Watching Shi Zi’s expression change from grave to delighted proved that the matter had been settled.

The Steel Mane Beast stamped with its left hoof, tilted its head to avoid the falling dagger, then lashed out with force, its twenty-centimeter tusks stabbing viciously toward Luo Lin.

Thinking this way, I also patiently hid away, crouching in the upper level of a two-story earthen house not far off, and through the window stood silently in place, waiting like a cat by a burrow for the rabbit to return, waiting for that brat A Shui.

Chen Bin handed a dossier to Xuan Yuanlang. When he opened it, it turned out to be Shen Lian. Xuan Yuanlang had never dreamed that the fellow who had been opposing him all along was actually the Dragon King of Dragon Thorn; no wonder he was so arrogant.

“Master, could we have run into human traffickers?” Peach Blossom was actually quite excited. “They used drugged incense and tendon-softening powder on me. Heh, as if that stuff would do anything to me? Still, I took the opportunity to pretend I’d been hit and fainted. Heh, Master, I’m pretty clever, aren’t I?” She looked smug, clearly expecting praise.

This was how the outside world evaluated Luo Qianren, but whether it was a strategic retreat advancing by withdrawing, or whether he truly wanted to keep a low profile, no one knew.

This was someone else’s home, with neighbors living right next door; she did not want to become the center of attention. Yet before Ye Qingcheng could finish speaking, Mo Youxun had already forcefully pressed his lips to hers, and that restless hand wandered over her body.