Chapter 98: Another Uprising at the Military Base?

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"Then... then thank you, Sister Lin." An Zicong knew that refusing any further would be ungrateful, so he quickly agreed.

Having informed everyone who needed to know, Lin Buwan was about to leave, but Wei Qu still had something to say.

"You all take care of the patient, but remember to look after yourselves as well. Did the medicine I gave you have any effect?"

Ye Long, seeing this, immediately tried to slip away using his "Riding the Wind and Waves" technique, but the distance was too short for him to escape.

Today, Lin Anping's mother revealed everything before him. Only then did he realize that he had always looked down on himself.

They enjoyed their dinner thoroughly, Lin Anping congratulated them on their opening, and Zhou Xianzhong was the happiest of all.

From the city gate came the sound of hooves, echoing through the streets and alleys. There were over a hundred riders, their horses' steps making the earth tremble, raising clouds of dust wherever they passed.

"Do I really know how to swim?" Ji Shaoyi was utterly hopeless. It was bad enough that his status was below the cat's, but now even Old Gu from next door was more valued?

Xu Lang knew that Huang Xinxin was back to her old habit of teasing people. If Huang Kai dared to take the bait, she would definitely make a fool of him.

The battle here had gone on too long, attracting many onlookers. He could use his crest's power to preserve the ledger, but that would only cost him more.

The old dragon appeared above Soaring Isle, and with a wave of his hand, piles of elixirs appeared in every area.

"I've told His Highness everything; it's you who refuses to believe!" Lin Qingwan looked profoundly at Xiao Muning.

Yang Jinhuan let out a cold laugh behind them, her voice drifting yet striking Yang Jinxin's heart with heavy force.

"Fire!" The Knight's main ion cannon unleashed a devastating shot, sinking several enemy ships in a single blast.

Wang Yan counted beside him: six hundred and thirteen had bet against him, totaling three thousand and sixty-five martial copper coins; those who bet for him numbered only himself. After taking a tenth as commission, the odds soared to five hundred and fifty-one! Fewer and fewer people were betting, and within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, all bets were placed.

"Boom!" My hand transformed into a heavenly monument, crashing down on the silver dragon's body, bending it under my strike. I saw the fallen dragon soul scream in pain. It worked—since the fallen dragon soul was controlling the silver dragon, the agony of the flesh was borne by it.

Because she discovered Mihuan's betrayal, Xie Min's resentment toward her family extended to Xie You.

"Let's break through in two groups. At this stage, we can't confront such elite forces head-on," Rogoff calmly suggested.

However, now that I had acquired the seed of heavenly tribulation fire, I could cultivate the "Holy Flame Body" whenever I wished; there was no need to rush. Kun Ya was still waiting outside for me, and we had spent so long in the Demonfall Valley already—she must be anxious.

When Dai Jin heard the words "Noble Consort Xie," her heart was troubled once again. She simply couldn't understand Xie Min's intentions—why she insisted on meeting her repeatedly, each time bringing endless vexation.

Leng Xue, true to her name, was as cold as ice—calm and ruthless. Her ferocity in dealing with enemies rivaled Zhao Yingyan's, and Leng Xue was even more sinister. Liu Yingfeng was driven mad by her.

Wen Qing helped Ranxian out of the carriage and led her toward the crowd. The White Palace guards slowly advanced, while the people from the three families retreated. The eyes of those left behind shone with determination.

Helpless, it could only release the beast it had been pressing, forcing the other two beast tribe warriors back. Its left tentacle instantly pierced through the waist of one of them.

All the shops had shut their doors; the marketplace was no longer bustling, devoid of shouting vendors, bleak and quiet—everything seemed so still.