Chapter 96: Can't You Even Hold Your Own Against a Blind Man?

“There's no need to say more. You've agreed to my resignation, haven't you?”
Wen Han looked up with a cold smile. “I can agree to it. Drop your name—there will be no Miss Phoenix in this world, and you will disappear from both the internet and the human world forever.”
Xu Yu clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails were nearly driving into his palm.
Wen Han continued, “In any case, you…”
Amid the battle cries, soldiers from four brigades passed around both sides of the cavalry and prepared to envelop the two flanks of the Walangga Division.
What was even more enticing was that behind more than half the positions it stated: participation in this exam is open to any background.
As Shui Ningyan looked at the cluster of plum blossoms in her hand, the image of the man she had met in the plum grove rose in her mind without her willing it. For a moment an inexplicable restlessness welled up inside her, and she almost tossed the blossoms out of the car window.
Xu Shizhong had expected Chenwu to speak of assisting in the training of the righteous army; he never expected Chenwu to bring up, right away, a topic that was sensitive and completely irrelevant, and he stood stunned, not knowing how to answer.
“Many thanks, Your Majesty,” Shui Ningyan said. At once she exhaled, making no attempt to hide the joy on her face.
Of course, the money Shui had invested in Fei Le had now proven useful; with his endorsement, everything fell into place effortlessly.
Su Lin had no confidence that his own flesh and blood body could block the incoming long knife, so after landing, the first thing he did was execute a donkey roll.
At first it sounded as if Chenwu was merely stating a result, but Zhengcheng clearly heard in it resentment and an unyielding resolve.
The Sect of Ten Thousand Poisons sounded sinister just from its name, and the sect was indeed renowned for cultivating sinister, poisonous, evil martial arts techniques. Its members were ruthless and merciless—hardly human—which everyone knew well.
Chen Feng caught the ball and did not look at the others; his eyes fixed only on the rim, he shot, and with a sharp swish the first free throw sank.
“What happened?” Zhenxuan once again released his control and could feel the great rooster beast move. It looked at the two Meimei with eyes full of bafflement.
“Who said that?” the Empress Dowager exclaimed, startled, as she turned and saw Zhou Muxuan and Huayin with wicked grins on their faces.
After all, fans are also a strange power; sometimes they can, for no apparent reason, kill Zong Yaoxi from the shadows.
His urge for revenge was intense—now that he had a chance, why would he not give Zong Yaoxi a taste of it, to end the bitterness in his heart?
The greens that came into view, whether dark green or clear green, had entirely shed their yellow-green base. They were so lush and verdant, no longer shallow, no longer naive, richly showing every layer of life.
A few days ago, while I was idling about, I suddenly saw the Black Fox Gang and secretly overheard them saying that the Manual of Power might be at the spot marked on the treasure map, so I quietly stole it and came to Shaolin Temple to find you.
After Lin Fan and Jin Chuchu stopped, the ten-odd fiends from the Huanling Realm clamped down and surrounded the two of them.
“Fine—if he won’t speak, he won’t.” She didn’t even care about it. She pouted at him, lay herself flat, and stayed silent.
The Zhu family was fifth-rank at court, first rank within the great Luo household. To ingratiate herself with the Zhus, Luo Mingzhu had long entertained the idea of marrying into the family.
I looked at Leng Mochen coolly. His smile was undeniably alluring, even charming, yet to me it seemed terrifying, piercing. As for the words he directed at Chen Zhong—“Let’s cooperate much more in the future”—cooperate? Business cooperation, or cooperation in plotting against me? I may be dumb, I may be foolish, but I can still read it well enough.
He held his breath, his gaze slowly lifting and settling on her silhouette. Except that her hair reached only to her shoulders, her figure from the back was just like Su Wuyang’s.
Lingyang turned with a surge of anger, ready to leave. The old woman who had sat quietly in the wheelchair suddenly stood up, suddenly shedding her half-dead, feeble old appearance, and with a strong hand clamped down on Lingyang’s wrist.