Chapter 159: The Prophecy of Vasago, the Star Demon God, Concerning Bai Nianxuan

"The most important thing is that I even lost the treasury. This is a humiliation!"

"I must refine the Demonic Dragon Blood Prison, and three years from now, I will wash away this disgrace!"

Thinking of the shameful moment when he had called Bai Nianxuan "boss," A-Bao's face flushed red.

He shouldn't have let himself be sweet-talked by Bai Nianxuan in the first place.

That guy used Bai Haochen's cross-dressing to dupe him—it was simply hateful!

He had actually called Bai Nianxuan "boss" a full five times!

Bai Nianxuan...

This was also the reason why Yun Qian hadn't suspected Princess Xingyue; there was no one left in the Youyou Kingdom who could rival her. But meeting her now, Yun Qian realized that this person's ambition probably went far beyond that.

"Does Miss Yan understand her own heart now?" Tong Ruchuchan was as calm as if he had long anticipated Yan Líyou's dazed distraction.

To say they were familiar—he and she had only met once before; to say they were strangers—they each knew the other's identity and background. Yet this sudden trajectory of their relationship was completely beyond Jun Wunian's calculations; it could even be considered the greatest "fright" he had ever experienced in his life.

"Go to hell. Don't ever expect to get another useful manuscript from me again!" With that, I hung up the phone. Feeling that wasn't enough to vent my anger, I turned the phone straight off. That'll teach you to yell.

At that moment, a wave of tenderness welled up in Puya's heart once more: "I'm fine." She lowered her eyelids and told him gracefully and slowly.

Ye Chen was still tangled up in those strange tadpole-like symbols, desperately wanting to comprehend them, yet the reality was that he didn't feel the arrival of the Dao in the slightest.

In the end, he still could not fight against destiny. I wonder if his unwillingness at this moment could be heard by the proxy and that aloof "God"?

Furthermore, granting the imperial surname of Li—wasn't it true that people of the same surname could not marry? In that case, the Crown Prince and Prince Wei were completely out of the running. They both regretted not getting the news sooner, staring resentfully at their Imperial Father.

Although Tang You'er's words sounded extremely grating to his ears, they still managed to stir a feeling of flattered surprise in his heart.

With a crackle, the red candle wept another pool of wax, which pooled into gorgeous flowers atop the candlestick.

This gave her sufficient capital to serve as the captain of the warrior battalion. Sword techniques and battle qi were rare treasures of cultivation for human warriors; for most warriors in this world, they would probably never cultivate enough external battle qi in their entire lives, let alone the even scarcer sword techniques.

"I really wouldn't have expected it. You are actually so formidable, with such a high level of teaching skill." Su Qingying's words were filled with astonishment.

"Such touching brotherly affection. Now, come and kill—kill me." The Master of the Netherworld wore a smile as he watched Zhuang Wangui, looking thoroughly elegant.

Everything was just as Zhao Zhengce had deduced. Hu Tian not only came, but he also pulled an entire platoon out from the Hengbei Military Sub-district, a truly formidable lineup.

Lin Luo nodded. "Everything's ready. What did you get me?" As she spoke, Lin Luo walked over and rummaged through the several boxes placed on the table.

Because she had to stay behind to take care of her grandparents, Qiao Shoujuan had not accompanied Xiao Guohua to Xijiang. The phone call came from her hometown, and as soon as it connected, Qiao Shoujuan's crisp voice immediately flooded Xiao Han's ears.

Fortunately, after Zhao Zhengce advised Hu Tian not to let beauty cloud his judgment, he himself plunged into a bed of tenderness, running off to the Foreign Languages Institute to find Qin Lu every weekend.

The marching route passed along the edge of the Sea of Dead Silence. It was an exceptionally brilliant route chosen, for the Flood Dragon Demon King naturally did not wish outsiders to know the arrangements within the Sea of Dead Silence. After pausing briefly in the Sea of Dead Silence to rest, he marched straight toward the Dark Buddhist Land.

The demonic warrior masses roared in compliance, and the Iron-Blood General immediately led ten thousand beast cavalry flying up the mountain pass, pursuing and scouting the tracks of Tiger Roaring Heaven's troops.

"You guys chat!" Xiao Han couldn't be bothered to watch them bicker like roosters. Saying this indifferently, he turned and walked out. Chen Hu gave a chuckle and hurriedly chased after him, while Jin Yong blinked, glanced at the private room, bit his lower lip, and also hurried to follow them out.

"Not really. When it comes to cooking, it still has to be Fourth Brother, but Nurse Li's food has a motherly taste." Su Yi's reply was one of a kind, and Su Wan nodded heartily in approval.

Zhang Yang prevaricated for a bit, thinking to himself secretly that he was an honest man and never talked nonsense with his eyes open.

When he opened the live broadcast room and the man saw himself on the camera, everything became clear.

The Mohawk-haired man glanced over and continued to crack the mecha's combat system. Once that was hacked, the mecha would be nothing more than a pile of scrap metal.

Ruan Ling had already washed up. She crawled onto the bed, thought for a moment, and pulled the quilt over to cover herself.

When the blazing sun shone on her body again, she felt none of the usual scorching summer heat, only a wave of warmth.

If humans completely disappeared and there was nothing to eat, the deep-sea fierce beasts would definitely hound them relentlessly.

One layer of meaning behind this was that what Li Jingwu had done was no longer just a promise, but a statement of stance.

It left these veteran pilots utterly intoxicated, feeling fortunate to have participated in this stunt flight.

A few days later, He Shengyuan, far away in the capital, received the carrier pigeon released by Dark One. After translating the secret letter, he was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand.

Father was right before: very often, the higher one's status, the harder it is to make a true friend.

Glancing over the contents of the telegram, Yang Zhenhua's forehead began to bead with sweat the size of soybeans. Yet, in his heart, he also felt a trace of relief—thankful that he had reported to Dai Li in time and not fallen into the trap of his Japanese old classmate.

This sturdy youth and the steady youth had found a job here, responsible for pushing carts of quarried stone to the riverside so they could be loaded onto boats and shipped out.

Additionally, Wang Jingwei's puppet government was imminent. Recently, he continuously traveled to Japan, North China, and Nanjing for activities. His schedule was not something Wang Tianmu could control, but Liu Geqing still hoped Wang Tianmu could cooperate with him to figure out Wang Jingwei's activity schedule and travel routes, so as to find flaws and provide an opportunity to strike.

Thus arose tonight's operation, though he had already quietly begun planning it in his heart the day he learned the outcome from Zhen Jieer's mouth.

"Alright, Tiemin, since you put it like that, let me ask you: these past few days, the Chinese and Japanese armies have been fighting fiercely here in Shanghai—what are your thoughts on it?" Feng Chen continued to ask.

"But perhaps it can be discussed as an intermezzo; please treat this matter as a joke," Yagyu said.

Returning to the tin-shack district, Li Haimu saw the group of battleship-girls who were currently building a new tin shack.

"I know, I know, no misunderstanding, no misunderstanding..." Several deputy commanders laughed boisterously, clearly not taking Han Yue's warning to heart. Not only were those deputy commanders showing such expressions, but the tens of thousands of troops in the courtyard wore them as well.

"That's only fair," Li Qing said faintly, his mind already made up. He no longer minded keeping Nick around for a few more days; the more information he learned from him, the better Li Qing would understand his own physical condition.