Ninety-Nine. Between Us (Two-in-One)

Your Highness, Please Slay the Demons The Path of the Keys 1310 words 2026-04-11 15:28:02

Finally, the conversation returned to the main topic. Yangzhou was indeed what Pei Xiunian had wanted to bring up earlier. He took the cue, clapped his hands, and said, “The outcome of the Yangzhou matter far exceeded my expectations. This is truly an unexpected delight.”

To be honest, he was already pleased that his plan was progressing smoothly, let alone achieving such an overwhelmingly beneficial result.

The Yanbo Tower was destroyed, and Xiao Qin successfully created nearly perfect momentum as a result.

At that moment, the Chinese soldiers on the front line were startled by strange, piercing cries coming from afar. They all looked up to the sky and saw a rapid black shadow sweeping over the mountaintop before plunging sharply, landing more than a thousand meters outside the position.

Hunger was just an excuse; if he hadn’t said he was hungry, he couldn't find any other reason to pull Zhou Yu away.

Deng Xiufen scolded her for being foolish, but she merely smiled, harboring thoughts deep within her heart that compelled her to continue.

Finally, she clenched her teeth fiercely, flipped her palm open, and a perfectly round blood orb appeared, radiating an unusual energy.

The usual grueling training was tough, so having a rare chance to go out and enjoy food, drink, and leisure, coupled with the joy of victory, led everyone to cheer happily.

Just as the guards were about to raise their blades and attack Wei Chen, his words caused them to hesitate slightly in their advance.

This figure was calculated even after many villagers had taken livestock back to their homes. Based on this number, the total livestock in Qinzhou had more than doubled compared to immediately after the war had ended.

Marcia felt strange; though still trembling, she couldn’t help but quietly peek out.

However, at this moment, the Mu family presented a united front and naturally would not accept Mu Nianxue’s hint to show mercy toward Chen Xuanwu.

Under the guidance of shopkeeper Ning, Liu Hao passed through the second floor and arrived at the backyard of the “Complete Shop.”

Mu Qing was somewhat confused; what he had originally thought was clear now became muddled again.

Le Bing understood perfectly why—her mind wasn’t filled with thoughts of Le Zhu’s malice but rather how to evade this attack.

If news of her proficiency in alchemy spread to the Holy Capital, then the Qiao family would no longer hold her position.

Others lacked such abilities; after all, few people mastered arcane magic, which was nearly omnipotent. Most people did not possess teleportation skills, though some used treasures from other worlds to teleport instantly, and some even chose to fly away directly.

Recently, Merlin had appeared less and less. No one knew his true nationality or where he lived. Thus, contacting him was purely a matter of luck.

“What? Can’t say it out loud?” Si Feng Beiling’s eyes reddened, his voice fierce like a lion losing control, maliciously questioning. His expression seemed as if he wanted to tear the person before him limb from limb.

When Naya arrived in Guangzhou, she had already visited Bing Leirong’s residence and installed bugging devices in both his office and home. This conversation was a private one between Bing Leirong and Zhao Xianguang.

Xivia also used an arcane crystal to cut herself a piece; her arcane crystal was fashioned into a spherical shape.

Qiu Wanqian and the other two never considered that Shangguan Yun was the mentally impaired boy from three years ago. Seeing He Zhixian acting evasively, they assumed she had found some new clue and went off to pursue her without mentioning it.

Everyone’s faces changed as they looked toward that person, their hearts filled with shock. Li Zhichen’s complexion shifted; he stepped forward two paces and said, “Master!” The man rising from the wooden coffin wore a plain white robe and a golden crown. His square face exuded dignity, his tall frame marking him as a man in his forties.

Meng Zijin looked at the bodyguard holding the boy by the collar. The bodyguard understood, handing the child to a companion before covering the young teacher’s mouth.