Chapter Sixty-One: The Scoundrel

Without waiting for Hongxing to reply, she continued muttering to herself, “Raised with old-fashioned education, unable to recognize a single character, narrow-minded and ignorant, difficult and unlikable, bringing misfortune to her parents, shallow family ties, possessing nothing but the title of the second young lady of the Lu family.”

Lu Yalan pointed to the lush, leafy tree outside the window, then gestured at the tiny blades of grass swaying in the breeze on the lawn. “He and I are like this tree and the grass. How could a towering tree ever bow its head to notice the insignificant grass beneath it?”

There was a subtle sadness in her tone.

“Miss...”

Hongxing pressed her lips together, wanting to argue, but unsure what to say. Truthfully, in her heart, her mistress was the best person in the world, even if—

Just then, a gourd hanging from the vine suddenly trembled, its ruby-like glow shining even brighter.

Tian Gua climbed the city wall. Yu Xiaotian, Yun Longzi, Wu Tianya, Zhang Hao, Yun Yazi, Yun Kongzi, Niu Qingyun, the disciples of the Ling and Hao generations, had already gathered atop the wall.

Cheng Guoyuan’s nose tingled. When a military order is written to such a degree, it reveals how helpless the situation truly is. What use does it have anymore?

He opened his half-closed eyes. At this moment, Luo Chen exhaled a long, heavy breath; the most critical moment had passed. Now, only time remained as an obstacle.

After annexing Romania, Dorgon fulfilled his promise once more, sending envoys to Austria to sign a new alliance, stipulating mutual assistance, brotherhood between the nations, friendship, and a pledge never to invade one another.

Although it was a gamble with one’s life, there still existed a slim chance of success, however minuscule that possibility might be.

While all the company’s senior managers went to the Yan Jing Assembly Hall to watch the final of the Chinese Youth Competition, the rest of the staff remained at their posts, handling the usual daily affairs.

Tian Gua saw the ruler attack, raised his ordinary iron-white sword, shattered the shadow shaped by spiritual power, then retreated a few steps.

“Let our cannons fire as well! Blast them mercilessly!” Gaiteivich ordered angrily.

“To witness these top-tier experts engage in battle, it’s worth spending a bit! Especially since this is the ultimate showdown between Daozi Tonghao and the Golden Tyrant Spear!” Qiu Tingfu laughed heartily.

“Chinese, everything here should belong to us. Hand over everything you just seized, and perhaps I’ll spare your life.” Looking down from above, Soro glared at Zhang Muyang, gritting his teeth.

The distance gradually closed, finally bridged by the sacrifice of countless lives. Besides, the dead were mostly from the outer daimyo’s forces; the shogunate’s own losses weren’t too great. Weakening the military strength of the outer daimyo further through this battle wasn’t a bad strategy for the shogunate.

Liu Li’s experiment began at once, targeting the lone figure to the left. Almost as soon as she focused on the smoky humanoid, it suddenly seemed pressed down by some external force.

With such good spirits, she prepared for the wedding, and before long, Lin Sen’s rewards arrived.

Since William arrived in Country Z, he hadn’t had a chance to experience its local customs. It was decided to grant him a week’s vacation.

If the shogunate’s army cannot stop the Han invasion, when the Han army conquers Japan, they will indiscriminately massacre all Japanese. You may be suffering a little now, but at least you can survive. If the shogunate fails to defeat the Han, only death awaits you.

“It’s over. This is completely over...” Lu Dahui stood there, muttering to himself. What Chen Shu said was no less than thunder crashing in his ears.

Previously, Guo Ziyun had asked for an exclusive interview. Today, Xiao Zhu happened to have no plans for military training, so he naturally came over.

The other bandits greeted instinctively, as did those who had switched sides.

Suddenly, the indicator light on the bedroom’s projector lit up. Yi Xingzi’s avatar appeared by the bedside, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she spoke.