Volume 1, Chapter 64: Inside, I'll Listen to Everything You Say

Mo Lingcheng put down the documents in his hand and looked up at the righteous-looking Shen Qingqing.

"What do you want to talk about?" Mo Lingcheng crossed his hands and placed them on the desk, leaning back slightly as he gazed at her indifferently.

Shen Qingqing bit her lip, not daring to utter words like canceling their agreement.

After all, she still needed him.

To complete the planning proposal and leave Capital City, she could not do without his help.

The burly man let out a roar and swung his axe backward. Ye Feng swept his fist horizontally, striking the exact side of the axe. Unable to hold on, the man lost his grip as the axe flew out of his hand, a surge of terror washing over him. Realizing he was no match for Ye Feng, the brute did not hesitate, turning and bolting away.

Wuming knew very well what Wang Xinyu was thinking at that moment; she must have been worried about continuing to face bullying within the imperial family.

"It's very simple. Hand over your divine blood, and I'll let your master go!" Xianlin sneered, blood slowly trickling down the corner of his mouth, giving him a sinister and terrifying appearance. He no longer resembled the benevolent and kind Sovereign Lord of the Imperial Court from years past, but rather looked like an evil ghost.

I widened my eyes, staring at him in disbelief. It was one thing for that fox spirit to drive me away, but why did Fengyin also not want me to stay in the estate?

As soon as I reached the front door, I heard the crisp, rhythmic sound of firewood being chopped coming from the courtyard. Pushing the door open, I saw "my" father, Chu Zheng, laboriously splitting pine firewood in the yard.

"Madman! You're an absolute madman!" I raised my soft whip in exasperation and lashed it toward him. Yet, the golden light froze right in front of him, unable to advance even an inch further.

On the wall, the inscription still read: "Lengqiu took the Dazhou Sword here." The handwriting was quite unrestrained. Without lingering, Ye Feng took a deep breath and proceeded toward the ninth floor.

"I've heard that all the doctors from Manyan City have been gathered at the Shiliu Sect. The father of a friend of mine suffered heavy injuries after coming into conflict with disciples of the Blood Eagle Martial Arts School, who used shameless, ganged-up tactics against him. After accepting the punishment of the Shiliu Sect, I hope to borrow a doctor to treat the patient," Ye Feng said.

"To be frank with you, Brother God of Fire, this matter is of the utmost urgency, so our banquet will simply have to wait for another day," I said.

The days Ye Feng had spent cultivating here were not short, and he was quite familiar with the various paths. Weaving through twists and turns, he almost managed to shake off Blackie and his son. However, the two men were practically risking their lives, pursuing him relentlessly without giving Ye Feng a single moment to catch his breath.

Once they arrived outside the Xuanhuang Academy, the proud talents of the heavens from all realms would inevitably gather, making friction unavoidable.

The primary weapons of the charging Japanese officers and soldiers were mortars, grenade launchers, and heavy machine guns, none of which posed much of a threat to the Puma infantry fighting vehicles. On the contrary, the autocannons and heavy machine guns on the Puma vehicles mowed down the Japanese troops like a grim reaper harvesting lives, scattering them in utter defeat.

When she finished carrying the hot water out, emptied it, placed the bronze basin back on its stand, and returned, she found that His Highness had been watching her the whole time.

Two dim yellow moons hung in the night sky. Tonight was not clear; it was somewhat cloudy, and not a single star could be seen in the heavens—only the two moons drifting in and out of sight behind the clouds.

"Please follow us," a pair of patrolling angels holding flaming swords said, leading the group of scientists toward the corresponding examination rooms.

The eyes of Xiao, a member of the Night Clan, were cold and venomous. The casualties had far exceeded his expectations; his centurion squad had suffered heavy losses, with nearly a hundred men killed or wounded across three centurions in less than three minutes. Unable to suppress his emotions any longer, Xiao gave the order for an all-out charge.

"Well, Division Commander Zhang, I won't take up any more of your time. According to the regulations of my old chief, I will operate independently, but if you need any help from me, you can come to the garrison to find me," Zhao Guishe said with a chuckle.

Luo Chong's goal was to instill a specific mindset in the herdsmen: My home is right here, and I say these currencies are valid, so they definitely are. If any problems arise, you can come straight to my house to find me.

Hai Wenxiang opened her delicate mouth as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated, unsure of how to put it into words. She merely pointed toward Zhao Guishe's waistline.

Through Yang Yongxian's efforts, the arsenal manufactured cannons, various models of light and heavy machine guns, and assault rifles. Shells and bullets were produced at a rate of one hundred thousand per day, and these weapons and ammunition were shipped out along with the steel.

Wang Yu's clothes and face were completely intact, but his ankles had been severed by a blade, with fresh blood dripping onto the ground. His expression was haggard, his face pale, and his appearance emaciated.

"Father Emperor, Consort Mother originally had some calligraphy copybooks for this son to look at, but no matter how this son looks at them, none of them please me as much as the ones Consort Mother wrote," Xiping said in his childish voice, nodding repeatedly for fear that Ji Shen would not believe him.

A burst of gunfire rang out, striking the fuselage of the aircraft with a crisp clatter, even sending sparks flying across its surface.

As for Cao's voice, Wei Zhongdao was quite familiar with it, because just a few days earlier, he had personally visited the Cao residence to pay his respects to Cao Cao. Recognizing Cao Cao's voice instantly, he knew he was saved, and a surge of relief washed over him.

"Reporting to the Princess, this is per the Prince's instructions, and this humble subordinate must act impartially!" the guard said, neither servile nor overbearing.

What the hell, a criminal police officer? This fresh-faced, fair-skinned policewoman right in front of me? I was utterly dumbfounded.

Indeed, Wu'ai silently nodded to herself. No wonder this place was called a dangerous zone; the song of the mermaids really could draw people into a gradually deepening trance. If there were a Caster here, perhaps she would need to resort to physical force to awaken those who had already succumbed.

I reached out and slowly accepted the cell phone from Brother Dao. Tao Jing's muffled crying grew louder. When I glanced at her, Weizai pressed his gun even closer to her head, forcing her neck to tilt sharply to the side.

Why had she told herself she would no longer be affected by them, no longer dwell on this unfeeling man? Yet why, upon seeing them embrace so intimately, did her heart skip a beat and lose its rhythm?

Xiang Zixi bit her lip and threw an elbow toward Ji Yan's chest, but he nimbly dodged the strike.

Indeed, her maternal bloodline, the house of Bael, possessed a hereditary destructive power so overwhelmingly strong that outsiders almost mistook destruction as the exclusive ancestral ability of Gremory.

In truth, He Ming was merely putting up a brave front. If he hadn't been worried about Di Jiang and the others getting into trouble, he would have fled long ago. Hearing Di Jiang suggest going outside to wait, it was exactly what he wanted, and he hurriedly nodded as he followed Di Jiang and the others out.