26 Adhesion
Seeing that he said nothing more, Ming Zhao also closed his eyes. Thanks to Jiang Yifan’s interruption, he was no longer as dazed as before when Mu Yao had rested her head on his shoulder. Having regained his composure, he began to mentally calculate the problems he had been working on earlier.
"Magistrate Chen, I have long wanted to find an opportunity to thank you; I never expected to run into you here today." The Second Old Madam ignored Wan Zhaoyun entirely, focusing only on speaking with Chen Qian.
Wei Feng nodded and took the contract. Although he was acting like a rogue, he still maintained the necessary appearances. He began to read it seriously, as if he were someone truly intending to fulfill the terms.
Damn it... to tell the truth, Wei Feng felt not even a hint of temptation; he only felt thoroughly uncomfortable.
If he could not seize this opportunity, then perhaps it would be far more difficult than he imagined to try again in the future.
Having said this, Ming Zhao rushed out like a gust of wind, his demeanor truly akin to someone fleeing in panic.
"Instead of wasting time prying, why not look at your own handwriting? You’ve studied with my mother for years, so why is your penmanship so ugly?" Wan Zhaoyun flicked her on the forehead, then reclined and tilted her head to watch Song Shizhen repeatedly wiping the long sword in her hands.
"Xiao Mo, you just wait!" Peng Fei roared in the direction Xiao Mo had left, then turned and walked away in the opposite direction.
The sword energy stirred up two gusts of clean wind, which rippled and brushed against people's cheeks. In the blink of an eye, it was already right before Huangfu.
"Suck it up, even if it hurts! If I hadn't come, your injuries would be even worse by now!" Bo Yu retorted to Hei Yan, clearly annoyed.
Those top-tier, internationally elite doctors and Night Eagle were simultaneously reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, vanishing from where they stood.
"Takagi, there's no need to feed us brothers any sweet talk. If you have something to say, just say it straight," Gao Jiancheng said, dangling his feet.
"I understand. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave," Li Yuanzhang nodded and said to Huahua.
Li Ye chuckled, "Then you had better accompany me to the banquet. What if the young master’s heart softens and he accepts you?"
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Consoling herself in this way, she felt a bit better, though what she truly thought remained known only to her.
Just then, five hundred pirates sent by Wen Bao appeared before Wen Hu, surrounding him and forcing a retreat toward the warships. By the time Wen Hu was finally rescued by the pirates onto the ship, there were few of his men left.
"Xiao Yi, pay the bill." Xuanyuan Rui did not allow her to refuse, gave the order, and pulled her out of the jewelry store.
Moreover, this object could be imbued with a weapon spirit, allowing it to become sentient—that was a higher realm. Fan Xiaodong dared not dwell on it further, lest his ambition outstrip his ability, which would affect his cultivation of character.
Once the order was given, there was no turning back. Blades were raised, and the brilliant gleam of the steel formed a unique silver moon in the dark night. Blood stained the swords, rendering that silver moon a vivid red—alluring and murderous.
"There’s no more. We’ve used up all the tobacco leaves in the company," Zhao Guodong said, killing another snake.
With only one month left until the end of the year, Jiang Shenwu had to train frantically. The fires of vengeance and endless humiliation constantly reminded him to grow stronger, so he dared not slacken for a moment.
Forced to abandon Wuma Xiyuan, Sun Ze turned to parry the surprise attack with his Po Jun axe, but Wuma Jinghe’s Bailian Kongjin halberd would only appear suddenly, then vanish without a trace.
He saw Li Xing’s consciousness within the sea of his heavenly soul, stoically narrating the events that had transpired in the Ling Ancestor’s Cave Heaven several months prior.
Her gaze was resolute; not even a team of oxen could pull her back. She was single-mindedly determined to avenge Zhang Jun.
"I promised you years ago that I would teach you swordsmanship and take you as my wife, but in the end, I failed. I have failed you, and I am no longer worthy of your devotion."
Because a task was scrutinized before it was finished, the person doing it found it difficult to pick up the train of thought once it had been interrupted.
Inside and outside the city, there were several congee stalls, set up by both the government and kind-hearted families. The gruel provided by a few wealthy households was truly thick enough to hold a chopstick upright; the rest, while slightly thinner, were still substantial enough to fill a belly.
Only by reaching the Qi Martial Realm and possessing a Star God could one have the right to speak. In the Jiang clan, although he had Jiang Wang’s protection, in this world where martial arts reigned supreme, Jiang Shenwu was but an ant if he could not cultivate, treated with cold disdain even by the servants.
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"Forget about the Ten Halls or Three Halls! The Hall of Merit—is that the place where disciples go to accept sect missions?" Li Xing didn't care how many halls there were; he only wondered why Lu Lin looked so panicked.
The skin beneath appeared as smooth as before; not only were there no wounds, but there wasn't even a depression. Only the old scars remained exactly as they were.
Even when she felt someone sit down beside her, Shi Yi assumed it was a teammate or someone similar, so she didn't think much of it.
"So that’s how it is! You intend to rely on this to duel me?" Jin Mu floated in the air, trying to summon the Gwari Spear back, only to find it isolated by the world.
Just then, Yanjing’s movements visibly slowed. The four elders seized the opportunity to strike in unison, knocking his sword away. Murong Jiyao did not hesitate; he drew his sword and lunged forward to ambush, piercing Yanjing through the back.
Helpless, Ye Junlai could only transfer the money back exactly as it was, his heart aching with every payment.
Everyone took their prepared gifts, with Ge Yunteng, Lu Zixuan, and Ji Changda leading the procession.
"Not a chance! The people chasing after me line up all the way to the moon, so of course I have to consider things carefully." When one needs to be coy, one must be coy.
I felt a little more at ease after hearing his words. He was right; they would surely use Shen Wei and Yu Jie as bargaining chips, so they likely wouldn't do anything to them at this time.
It had been growing inside her for over two months without her knowing. Because of her health, she hadn't found it strange that her period hadn't come, as it had never been particularly regular.