The next morning, Zhu Ping’an led the Zhejiang army to rendezvous with Mao Haifeng’s pirates. With Mao Haifeng guiding the way, they headed towards the coast.
Along the way, Zhu Ping’an sent Ruo Feng to lead two thousand Zhejiang troops, carrying numerous banners to proclaim a force of four thousand, making a grand display towards Taizhou.
On one hand, this was to support Taizhou. Although Wang Zhi had ordered the pirates attacking Taizhou to withdraw, Zhu Ping’an couldn’t rely on others’ promises. What if Wang Zhi hadn’t given the order, or if the pirate leader ignored it?
Three black figures appeared simultaneously within the range of the illumination spell. Without needing orders, the Saint Warrior Clan fighters, wielding sharp double-edged broadswords, sliced the Dark Night Hunters cleanly in two. The Light Mages showed no weakness, blasting the other Dark Night Hunters into oblivion.
“Our Nian Nian is a good girl. If she’s kind to you, she’ll be wholeheartedly devoted,” Gu Xiangbei said from the side.
Bai Mujin and Lu Feiyuan, seeing their own people arrive, breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Feng Jiuqing. Bai Mujin thought to herself, I owe Feng Jiuqing a huge favour today. Why do I always end up owing him? Not only have I not repaid him, but the debt keeps growing. How will I ever settle this?
“Maintain vigilance, report to the Ministry of Defence that the alien creatures have been repelled by our Japanese warship!” the captain ordered smugly. Unfortunately, within five minutes, his pride turned to humiliation as the alien creatures smashed his warship to pieces.
Leng Yue was about to lose her temper when Shui Ling, calm and composed, said, “To Consort Mei, we two are first-rank attendants under the Empress Dowager. We only kneel to the Emperor, Empress, Consort, and Empress Dowager.” The implication was clear: you’re not qualified to demand a grand bow from me.
“You… hmph, you’re nothing special after all,” Tong Yan said resentfully, clutching his wound. He hadn’t expected Leng Yue to break his soul-capturing technique.
Leng Yue left Fengyu Palace with a smile, entering the Cold Palace just in time to see Consort Yan and Bai Xue chatting by a fire, the floor littered with melon seed shells.
Li Longfei didn’t have time to think. He leapt onto the werewolf’s shoulders, unleashing his “Shadowless Kick” with ferocious force at its head.
It could never understand one thing: why, when time reversed and everyone’s memories reset to two years later, did Lin Yuan alone remember everything from the past? Could she not belong to this timeline?
Su Xiyue didn’t let her mother down, sleeping until half-past nine, only woken by Xia Zhiqiu’s phone call.
The Qin King before them, now aged and frail, looked far more dishevelled than that other old man, who was polished and sleek. His hair and beard were a tangled mess. The moment the door broke open, he raised his head sluggishly, his eyes taking ages to focus.
That evening, after school, Lin Muxi didn’t linger outside but went straight home. She took Chen Jiayuan’s words to heart and prepared dinner for him.
To be so tactless as to speak like that, was he missing his heart and lungs?
Amid the crowd’s chatter with Lu Yu, Cangtian Xuan, fearing Lu Yu might back out, hurriedly signed the life-and-death contract himself and brought it back.
“What do we do? Just wing it!” Leng Moyu raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on his lips, looking every bit the idle rich heir.
“Muqiu, what’s wrong with him?” Old Master Mu asked Muqiu, puzzled by the erratic behaviour.
Xie Jingxi’s eyes now glinted with killing intent. If Aunt Zhao was so reckless as to force a confrontation, Xie Jingxi wouldn’t hold back. As a bride-to-be, even if she dealt with an aunt, what could her father say? If not for Nan Ge’er, Aunt Zhao would have no standing left.
Then Ye An mentioned dining at his ‘Yunruo Hall’ that evening, inviting He Xi along.
