Chapter 97: You're Just a Psycho

She had promised, yes, but it wasn't something done for others to see.

As for what Shen Liangyan had said, she found it laughable too. "What does Third Master mean by this? Didn't you say you didn't wish to hurt Wen Han? She is your fiancée, and now she has become disabled. The outside world says Third Master is a man of deep devotion, unwilling to abandon Wen Han. Surely that isn't pretense?"

Even though Wen Han was blind, Shen Liangyan had never once proposed calling off the engagement—a clear sign of his profound affection and loyalty.

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"But as guardians of the people, devoting our lives to our motherland, we pay tribute to our fallen brothers!" Comrade Chief stood up, and all present removed their hats and rendered military salutes.

"Captain Hu, may I ask in what way we have offended you?" Yang Fan squeezed out the faintest smile, straining with every effort to steady himself.

In the distance, faintly visible, a few local youths appeared to be quarreling with the nuns of Yuehua Nunnery.

Time seemed to freeze at that instant. Huang Lei, Chi Lei, and Cheng Lei stood rooted where they were, and even the Dragon Emperor, who had been hiding in the darkest corner and watching in silence, wore a face of utter stupefaction.

"Damn it! Notify our mole right away—something's about to happen! Don't breathe a word for now. Cut off all communication within the team, and jam the signals if possible!" With that, the voice on the other end hung up in haste.

"Then it's settled." Old Madam Shen made the final call, having from start to finish never once heeded Nanke Zhan's opinion, dismissing him outright.

Sun Shining felt a measure of regret, and the news Ning Xiasheng brought back was nearly too much for her to believe. Her maternal grandfather and her father had both died at Sun Changxi's hands, and had suffered countless torments under his cruelty. She had gnashed her teeth wishing him a horrible death—yet now that he was truly dead, it seemed almost too easy, and so she doubted.

Keke on the other end of the phone instantly went quiet. She knew perfectly well that Luo Tian had no inclination to show a beauty any tenderness. The very fact that she could still speak now had been bought only through a long bout of coaxing cuteness.

"Sister Jiayi, I'll go reason with this man first. If he won't listen, then I'll trouble you to step in and teach him a lesson," Xia Yufei said once more.

Forget it—after all, it was her own child. Whatever she had put in it, it wouldn't harm him.

And sure enough, an explosion came. Mu Jiao saw three people supporting one another outside the wall that had been blasted open.

Duke Lu had spoken truly. In the past, when Goryeo repeatedly crossed the border and ravaged the people of Liaodong, the folk dared not voice their anger. And the Lu family army, without orders from the imperial court, had not dared to launch a major offensive either.

His phone had been ringing nonstop just moments ago, and Third Master's gaze toward him had already turned sour. Once she came running over, Third Master would surely know it was he who had tipped her off.

Fan Lingshu desperately wanted to explain everything to him earnestly, but Mu Yunfei's spear was already sweeping toward his face like a darting dragon.

In the instant before the bronze-coin sword was about to touch her body, she suddenly twisted aside, evading it.

I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly heard someone calling my name. Blinking awake in a daze, I saw Dahu standing at the foot of the bed.

But the Green Vine Fruit and the Purple Dream Vine were indispensable medicinal ingredients for them, and no other herbs could take their place.

The two of them went back and forth like that, their conversation clearly bearing little relation to each other's meaning, yet Qi You was as delighted as if he had truly found a kindred spirit.

Thinking of Xiao Yu, a flicker of anxiety rose in my heart. What had Yu Xuemin meant by that household he mentioned to me just now?

At the same moment, Wu Yu pressed his hands together and began tracing gestures without cease. From above his head burst forth a demonic apparition—brandishing claws, hideous in aspect, its enormous maw gaping open as if to swallow the very sky.

Not only was the quality of the British warships enough on its own to withstand an assault by twice the number of equivalent German vessels, but the battlefield Cunningham had chosen for the decisive clash was the central waters of the North Sea, from which retreat was nearly impossible. Once encountered there, the German High Seas Fleet could only grit its teeth and fight.

Upon leaving that bizarre stone forest, his spiritual sense eased at last. Zhang Yang's first instinct was to take away Zhang Peng's jade pipa, yet he found he could not.