Chapter 33

"I think Mr. Qu can be trusted." Although Yanjun said this, she felt uncertain in her heart.

The thunderous sound of hooves cracked the clouds, and the pale morning light seeped through, gradually illuminating an army charging out from the mountain pass. The troop was formidable; even though they were miles away, they made the city walls, thick enough for chariots to pass, tremble incessantly.

However, the other party acted as if they hadn't heard a thing, even showing signs of accelerating. Su Nuan had no choice but to summon the stamina she used for her physical fitness tests, finally catching up to them at the stairwell corner.

Shuihan finally understood where the weak point of this monster lay. Xu Siyuan’s guess was correct: their brains were indeed located in those three spots, and they were indeed just beneath the skin. And, exactly as Xu Siyuan had estimated, a single strike to any one of them would kill it—except it wasn't just one of the spots; all three were fatal.

If he were to pull out a weapon in public, he would inevitably attract the attention of the Cinnabar Palace disciples. If word of this reached the ears of the powerful figures in the Cinnabar Palace, he would be in trouble.

Every expression, gesture, gaze, and line delivered by Yi Shuihan was flawless.

For them, withdrawing now was definitely a wise choice. Android was quite satisfied with Li Chengxiao’s decision; if he were to face Luffy, his own odds of winning wouldn't be very high. It was obvious this guy had more trump cards than he did, and he sensed a strange aura emanating from him.

"Good, excellent. Have her take me as her master immediately. As her master, if I am to teach you, you must disclose everything you have learned previously so I can analyze it for you slowly. How else do you expect me to teach you? Isn't that natural and only right?"

The name Yi Shuihan had gradually become etched in their minds following a series of recurring trending events.

After the initial adjustment period and the soul’s integration with this body, Shuihan, refusing to give up on truly running in this vessel, entered the grueling phase—a stage where he could sustain the effort, though it was extremely arduous.

Wu Chang narrowed his eyes as he looked at Chiyuan and clicked his tongue; it wasn't a matter of whether he found it pleasing to the eye—it was so blinding he could barely look at it.

"So it was just a magpie..." The cook shook her head helplessly. Since the ceramic jar wasn't knocked over by a person, there was no one to blame; she could only resign herself to bad luck.

"Your Majesty, why does what you say sound like you are instigating me to rebel?" Luo Xia felt the King was so eager to push him into a trap that he was speaking without thinking.

This was indeed the residence of the Grand Leader. In the current capital, anyone living in such a detached villa was without exception a key figure of high power and status.

"Calling oneself a master when one is merely a sixth-rank martial artist—how laughable," Chu Tian scoffed.

Several medical officers, watching Xu Miao "skillfully" suture and bandage Yuchi Baolin’s wound, began to believe that Xu Miao was indeed a master of traumatic surgery.

The sudden concern from his father, coupled with the family banquet he had been invited to this time, took Li Xiang by great surprise.

"It’s fine, I’m leaving now." Having said that, Chu Tian hailed a designated driver at the door and left.

They let out bursts of exclamations, repeatedly saying things like, "How beautiful!" and "I want one too!"

Because of the brewing of a recipe obtained from who-knows-where in an iron pot, an inescapable, peculiar odor always lingered in the enclosed space.

"Yes, President," dozens of people responded in unison. It was only then that Ron and the others realized that the person who had appeared with Christie was not just the white-robed mage from before; there were over twenty other mages with them, some young and some quite elderly.

The surrounding Japanese players, seeing the fierce appearance of Badao, scrambled and crawled toward the city gate.

"No..." At that moment, a tall, golden-winged figure charged over, swinging his long sword and hacking fiercely at Zhang Tianyang.

When it was my turn to pick a hero, and the live audience cheered for Vayne, I certainly wouldn't let them down and locked in Vayne immediately.

There were only a few dozen items in here, containing only three jade slips. Yang Xiao didn't even have time to examine them, his gaze fixed on the doorway.

"Ron, I’m so tired, I want to sleep." Diana was a mage after all, and although her constitution was better than the average mage, after walking for a whole day, she couldn't hold on any longer. Once she finished speaking, she fell into Ron's arms and drifted into a deep sleep shortly after.

Luo En was shocked to his core. Did that mean that when Leiluo returned to Leiluo Town all those years ago, he was truly betrayed by his so-called close friend, Allen?

He felt it wouldn't be appropriate to decline the invitation, so he reluctantly followed the men sent by Liu Qingye to the banquet venue—the finest restaurant in the Green Dragon Gang’s branch territory, the Flying Phoenix Restaurant.

After walking a few more steps, the Zhangs' camp was already in sight. I looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, feeling that something about the evening’s events was off, though I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was.

Fairy Xiao racked her brain to recall the life of Li Bai, but couldn't even remember at what age he passed away; she slapped her head, calling herself a fool.

"Chief, do you have any orders?" Seeing Wei Guochang beckoning, Xie Zhengzhi hurried over and asked, looking at him.

Eight-Niang’s impassioned speech stunned the entire room. Was this really their Eight-Niang, who was usually all smiles all day long?

After listening to Jiang Yongxin, Zheng Yang nodded repeatedly, and the strange thoughts in his heart gradually dissipated.

Luo Ting said calmly, his breath steady and long. He was the only one among them who had not been injured.

Originally, as everyone saw it, relying on the influence of the Qin Fortress, Qin Donglai could have privately negotiated with the Emperor to slightly soften the imperial decree stripping Qin Bi of his authority.

Not only was it a legitimate justification, but it also provided blood plasma to the vampires—a two-birds-one-stone situation. Director Wang would naturally agree, though the cost of the blood would have to be paid personally by Qin Yilong.