Chapter 35: A Profligate Rake, How Could He Be a Match?

Today, someone from the lower ranks came to find Song Mao, saying that at Wang’s Tavern on West Street, a beauty rarely seen in a century had appeared.

Upon hearing this, Song Mao’s eyes lit up instantly. He smacked his lips thoughtfully, trying to recall the name of that tavern—it sounded vaguely familiar.

Then he remembered: it was run by his penniless aunt.

In fact, when that tavern was being renovated, it had even borrowed a sum of silver from the Song family.

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This time, Qingjiao no longer wore an arrogant expression; instead, her face was serious, even tinged with a hint of fear. Such fear left her utterly without any chance of victory.

She had been walking for nearly forty minutes before finally arriving at the courtyard house. Just as she reached the entrance, she saw the elder master.

A certain vile habit and the mark of a dark lineage had been deeply imprinted in the blood, becoming a seed of sin hidden within the soul.

When Wang Yu heard the name, he too was momentarily stunned. The name of this mountain range sounded especially familiar in this unfamiliar land.

Before entering, the actors had all been completely isolated as required; only after entering the waiting area did they have ten to fifteen minutes to interact.

Lost in thought, large tears began to roll down her cheeks, startling Qin Youchu and Zhu Que, who hurriedly asked if she had been hurt.

The heavy, resounding crack and clash of ice layers abruptly echoed through this city where the wind and snow never ceased, drawing the attention of the city’s guards and residents alike to the source of the great noise—Saint Anna Snow Peak, or more precisely, the giant chasm that had frozen an entire city.

She had already decided to stay here, but just as Chi Zao suddenly wanted to leave, an uneasy feeling surged in her heart.

Casually lifting the white cloth on the table, she revealed two relatively well-preserved soldier corpses, their faces not disfigured by the lingering flames.

Fang Xian was sharp and meticulous; if a performance was insufficient, it failed to convince him; if overdone, it aroused his suspicion.

Jun Shisan took out his phone and called Captain Li, asking him to bring gasoline to burn these zombies.

Lin Chen pondered for a moment, then once again cast the Eye of Illusion, finally confirming that none of this was a hallucination.

In truth, Li Xiuning was furious. Just as she entered the prison, Li Anyan, accompanied by the Left Gate Guard and the Left Imperial Army, had already surrounded the Court of Justice.

Later, Kong Feiyu, the eldest son of the Kong family, unleashed his last-resort method, summoning a peerless warrior who shattered the void to arrive.

The Medicine Hut urgently recruited more hands and trained them hastily. Yesterday, two hundred furnaces were added; today, another one hundred and eighty—but it was still a mere drop in the bucket… leaving no time to prepare preventative prescriptions.

Just as he reached the door, the coffee shop’s door was pushed open. Two people about his age walked out, chatting. Upon seeing Sun An, they paused and nodded at him before continuing inside.

Though the tortoise shell was genuine, it felt surprisingly smooth to the touch, possessing a jade-like delicacy, even more lustrous and warm than the finest spirit jade.

In fact, Ling Jing’s words were true: Dou Jiande did not have the confidence to resist the 300,000 wolf cavalry of the Turks.

Three arrows were embedded in the heavy shield, their arrowheads fully lodged within. No matter how foolish Chen Ying was, he knew for certain the person before him was not He Yue’er; if it had been her, she would have had a hundred ways to kill him by now.

His looks were outrageously handsome! Su Yingxue nearly drooled. The man before her wore jet-black clothes adorned with golden dragons; his sharply chiseled face was as cold and stern as a sculpture, and his profound black eyes gleamed with an inscrutable light—handsome beyond compare, yet shrouded in mystery.

Feng Kunyv, already somewhat distracted, stiffened at Yu Youwei’s words and remained silent for a long while.