Chapter 95: Riding Out to Meet the Enemy

Yun Xi refined the white magnolia hairpin first; once it was refined, she pinned it in her bun. The Cloud-Flame Flying Boat was for escape, so she merely left a spiritual imprint on it before putting it away in her storage ring.

Yun Xi also touched the ruby stud in her ear. It had been a gift from Uncle Feng to help her begin cultivating, and since joining the sect she had never taken it off. The defensive bracelet she had worn before had also been of great help, but now that her cultivation had improved, it was no longer quite enough.

A tremendous surge of data flooded his mind, the violent impact nearly toppling him to the ground.

Moreover, with Queen Bo ascending the throne and moving to reclaim the military power scattered throughout the realm, the Marquis of Pacifying the North in the northwest already seemed inclined to withdraw from Great Chu.

The full details had not yet been reported; only a vague hint had been leaked, suggesting that the so-called overzealous fan was less a fan than an overzealous hater.

Because of Shi Shuanglu’s status and standing, the Empress Dowager had deliberately tried to bring about a marriage between Shi Shuanglu and Liu Ju, so that the Duke of Shi State and the Grand General of Pu State would both support her own son, Prince Jing, in rising to power.

She curled up there, and from her tightly shut eyes two crystal-clear tears silently slipped out. Heaven only knew what she was dreaming about again.

This young man did not look wealthy at all. When he came in, he casually picked up two empty bottles from the floor, and they assumed he was about to throw them into the trash.

“Where are you going?” Qi Xiaoyun did not make things difficult for Zhang Yun. Seeing that they had reached the subway entrance, she changed the subject and asked.

Looking at Liu Heng’s retreating figure, Ziyan thought to herself: This man is truly handsome. If I could look at him for a lifetime, I doubt I would ever grow tired of it.

Zhang Huiping immediately picked up the notebook and studied it carefully for two minutes, her face also revealing shock.

When the clock struck eleven, Shen Hanlin and Tan Qingzhu raised their right hands in perfect unison.

Although the old lady of the Marquis of Weibei usually did not interfere much in the affairs of the household, it would be a grave mistake to think she was easy to deceive.

The environment here is relatively good. We have survived here for several days, and have developed some attachment to it.

Beside him stood a tall man in a dark robe with brocade trim. His aura was fierce as a blade, and his entire body radiated the unmistakable fluctuations of Foundation Establishment. He was the demonic cultivator surnamed Wang who had once fought Chang Shuangqing.

Li Chunhua and Su Rouer exchanged a glance. Since they were relatives from the Wei family side, both out of courtesy and reason they should go forward and greet them.

“Senior Brother Jian, why not ask your clan’s ancestor to help introduce us? That way we can admire the bearing of such an extraordinary expert,” Nian Yijiao suggested.

“Your Majesty, since your court officials are worried about this, then this king may as well speak plainly to you.”

He clenched his teeth, barely able to maintain the pressure on his face. The fingers hidden in his sleeves had turned white from how tightly he gripped them, and they would not stop trembling.

Zhang Jun knew these people might not be particularly decent, but at a time like this most were unwilling to offend anyone, so naturally they spoke in praise.

Listening to this slut reminisce about the days she had spent as the Earl of Qin’an’s wife—then what was she? What was she, the legitimate wife of the Earl of Qin’an, brought into the Earl’s residence in phoenix crown and bridal robes by formal marriage?

Those sycophants not only testified on behalf of Duan Baiyu, they also smeared Wu Mian with filth, making everyone sneer at him.

Goal! The spectators shook their heads in speechless disappointment. They seemed deeply dissatisfied with this outcome. They did not understand why the team they loved had turned out like this, and they urgently needed an inspiring goal to lift their spirits. At times like this, morale was not only about the players on the field; the morale of the spectators mattered just as much.

“Hiss, hiss.” The old cat woman clawed her way up from the ruins. More than half the powder on her face had fallen away, revealing half a furry cat face. Her glassy cat eyes stared at Liansheng with venomous ferocity, truly eerie and unsettling.

“Ha, ha. They say that the successive monk kings of Tibet are all incarnations of the Bodhisattva of Compassion, but no matter how I look at you, you don’t seem like one, ha, ha.” Wu Di slowly climbed onto the Dalai Lama’s body.