Chapter 34

Lin Chen could not afford to wait. Since the hospital could not prevent a patient from acting on their own wishes, he disregarded their objections and discharged himself immediately.

"Huh?" The voice sounded incredibly weary and ancient. Mu Yuncheng turned his head, but there was no one behind him except for a crazed rabbit.

They all seemed eager to strike, yet deterred by Pang Fei’s intimidating presence, they dared not act rashly.

Not only had he suffered the loss of his men and officers, but he had also been forced to lower himself and grovel in apology to the enemy general.

However, the muscle expansion and purging of impurities he had imagined never occurred. It felt as if nothing had changed, as if he had never been enhanced at all.

He sat up in agitation, ignoring the IV drip still attached to his arm; if he did not fight for it now, he would truly lose his chance.

"Pang Fei, look at the people in here. What do you notice about them?" Lai Tianguang began by playing coy, letting Pang Fei use his own keen eyes to discern the truth.

Back then, he had faced two masters like Gao Yang and Consort Hui at once, relying on his half-baked "Emperor Sovereign Sword" to force them into a desperate, shambolic retreat.

Come to think of it, he was quite unlucky; out of ten warships, the beam had to strike the one he was on.

But Lemoille had miscalculated. Blinding one snake head was useless; the four heads shared a single consciousness and field of vision. While their attacks were less nimble than before, they could still launch an assault on Lemoille.

Da Ya’s promotional campaign caused a national sensation, and besides Jiang Yu, another person who should have seen it, did.

In the current situation, even if General Ma Gui were released, he would likely try to escape rather than fight the Bronze Tree, so things could hardly get any worse.

Although this uncle was his father’s rival in love, he was handsome, radiated a gentle aura, and had brought him to such a fun place, so he couldn't help but feel a growing fondness for this man he had only just met.

However, they did not know that the Duke of Jing had long been dead! He had been killed by his own most trusted eldest grandson, Yu Wuchen, on that cold, rainy night, dying with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Xia You smiled and nodded, his gaze shifting to the distance, where he spotted Irisviel’s hesitant figure.

Dou Chuanjia couldn't help but frown. He knew what kind of person Madam Liang was; though she had a loose tongue, she had never been one to flirt or carry on with others.

Just as Kenya from Shitenhoji preferred Hyotei because of Yushi Oshitari, Inui favored Rikkaidai because his childhood friend, Renji Yanagi, was there.

He hadn't expected Jian Yi to get tangled up with Mu Haixin, even though Fan Sichen claimed to trust Jian Yi.

Xia You, flying through the air, banked sharply and dove into a dense alleyway to the west.

Instantly, all the undead went silent, closing their eyes to await the arrival of the sacred moment.

How was the "family banquet" arranged? Early the next morning, Pang Peng arrived at Bu Piaoer’s door with the prepared guest list, waiting for her.

佐 knew the original story and understood how deeply the sound of the clappers was etched into the minds of the monsters who had undergone brain-bridge surgery—it was a true trauma.

However, such behavior usually only occurred in the narrow-minded. Most people took a "let nature take its course" attitude toward such things; it was best if they could have a little extra private land, but if not, it was fine. They wouldn't run off to claim half of someone else’s plot just because they had cleared it, nor would they try to cultivate every single inch of land without regard for others' feelings.

Fortunately, the national appliance chain was very efficient. Before the two of them could finish arguing about the matter, someone had already arrived to install the air conditioner.

Seeing that the Crown Prince had been injured, the crowd dared not linger and offered their excuses to leave.

佐 could, of course, hear their hushed conversation, but at this point, how could he possibly care about the opinions of ordinary people?

The Minister of National Defense, a man well-versed in weaponry, watched with growing trepidation. This was essentially a space-based kinetic energy weapon from a mecha anime—did art truly imitate life?

"Gulp..." The Xia matriarch’s heart began to pound violently. He wanted her to personally deliver a vixen to the Emperor’s side? Did he think she had nothing better to do? The one in the Western Palace was annoying enough; if another came, how could she possibly cope? She not only furrowed her brow but her eyes brimmed with extreme dissatisfaction.

Hearing this, Ye Feng felt a stir. Formations? He had yet to meet anyone who surpassed him in the way of arrays.

Several days later, everyone’s injuries had stabilized and their strength had returned. The group decided to travel slowly toward East Emperor City.

"We have successfully produced spring steel. Although the yield is low, it can certainly be used on cannons to absorb recoil. When the time comes, I will adjust the design of the Frankish cannons to slightly extend the gap between the sub-barrel and the main barrel."

Thinking of this, Lou Yan climbed up from the ground, gathered his courage, and sat down beside Feng Xunge once more.

"Ha, in the end, I failed to attain the Primordial state and lead the demon race to rule the Great Desolation. So be it, so be it—if I must die, then let me die."

Wu Jie, Wei Cheng, and Liu Pengcheng all wore grim expressions, their gazes filled with undisguised killing intent.

His grandfather had used connections to land him a sinecure at court as an Inspector of the Capital, a job that usually only required him to ride his horse around the streets a few times a day.

"He left. He left a few days ago, and the monk Jing Ren went with him. However, his disciples all remained here." Chan Yinsha watched the man, who seemed perfectly normal, and finally let her guard down. She always felt he kept a great secret from her—he was always disappearing and reappearing so suddenly.