Volume 1 Chapter 30 Burn Her to Death

Two red marks were etched onto Li Lan’s wrists, and tears hung at the corners of her eyes; she looked as if she had been bullied quite severely.

"I haven't even done anything yet, what are you crying for?"

Li Lan covered her face, tears streaming through her fingers.

"It’s shameful..."

The man pulled her up with a gloomy expression. "Is it so shameful to be seen with me? Are you still thinking about that pretty-boy husband of yours?"

"I have it!" Liu Tianpeng, possessing the bearing of a great general, reached behind the vehicle and produced a safe, which he handed calmly to Lin Feng. Ever since the incident occurred, he had petitioned his superiors and received approval for weapons and firearms permits for emergencies. Now, they were truly coming in handy.

In the commander’s tent at the Northern Great Camp on the outskirts of the capital of the Great Qi Empire, Grand Marshal Tie Rong, the Duke of Weiguo, stood in full military regalia. His face was flushed with anger, and he paced back and forth in the tent without saying a word.

I shuddered, rubbing my face vigorously. I had been so focused on reading Wang Shuang’s file that I had only just realized what was happening.

"You fired so many cold arrows and you’re still going to claim you didn't intend to kill anyone? That’s not a very clever excuse, Master Lin," Jiang Yichun said, walking over and staring directly at him.

As for brute force, among these household servants were many ruffians and vagabonds who had nowhere else to go and had come seeking refuge. If a real brawl broke out, how could ordinary people possibly be their match?

"If possible, could you tell us their names and what they look like? I can ask Lord Hokage to help with the search," Shizune said.

The man dodged sideways in a flash, but he was a beat too late. His shirt sleeve was sliced through, the fabric exploding into a tear. He flicked his suit jacket, and the dagger clattered to the ground.

Li Bin was eager to return home. Covering the twelve-hundred-mile journey at full speed, he reached the vicinity of the Futu Gate in less than six hours.

"Humph!" Lin Feng let out a soft grunt. Although he was unconvinced, he knew he could not simply jump out.

Just as the doubt arose, a strange light flickered deep within the Dongguang Yangming Prison, coalescing into a bud that suddenly bloomed into a six-petaled, multicolored lotus.

At the same time, having seen a portion of Xiao Yang’s memories, Ye Xiang was filled with profound sorrow.

"No need, you can just wait at the hotel entrance! I’ll call Li Yaojie," Lin Jiamchun said with a smile.

Duke Wen exchanged a few pleasantries with Guo Gao, then leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Following this, he pressed an oil-paper-wrapped object into Guo Gao’s hand, leaving him pale with shock.

"Poisoned?" The Emperor should have anticipated it. Since the enemy wanted him dead, the arrows would never have been merely ordinary ones.

"Haotian?" Wa Wa wondered skeptically. The suspicion she had previously dismissed resurfaced in her mind. Why was it such a coincidence that the Lishang Nightclub was also a subsidiary of the Haotian Group?

Thus, the peace talks concluded with Fang Tian’s suppressed, reluctant compromise. From then on, the Yuya Kingdom was referred to as the Yuya Alliance, composed of the four commanderies of Linhang, Weiwu, Longquan, and Huangquan, alongside Fang Tian’s own state.

As Ye Xiang and Ge Fang reached the entrance of the cave, they heard Jiang Lanlan’s sobbing echoing from within Li Han’s cavern.

"You need it? Why didn't you ask if I was willing?" Li Longfei roared in anger. He was utterly sick of days where he had no control over his own fate.

Tang Haodong said with a straight face, "Actually, putting on sauce is just a way to be lazy and save time. Authentic barbecue shouldn't have sauce; it’s boring to eat that way." He focused on grilling, his answer sounding quite professional.

The young Master Jiang, who had always been accustomed to acting arrogantly by relying on his father, was now claiming to be an orphan. This was absolutely the funniest joke she had heard all year.

Xia Zhuo had lost Zhou Yang, the original Crown Prince had been deposed, and the position of the heir was vacant. A dozen princes circled like wolves, all eyeing this fat piece of meat, but as long as the Emperor was alive, none dared to make a reckless move.

He ran to the peak of Mount Hua and shouted, "Master, Grandmaster, Great-Grandmaster, Junior Sister, the Sword Discussion is happening at Mount Hua again!" The valley sent back an echo: "Sword Discussion... Sword Discussion... Sword Discussion..." The echo rang in Feng Cheng’s head for the entire night.