Chapter 34: The Birthday Banquet

The next morning.

Chunzhi hurriedly handed an invitation to Jiang Ning: "Your Highness, it seems Miss Zhou is inviting you to her birthday banquet."

Looking at the name on the invitation, Jiang Ning was somewhat surprised.

"Why is she inviting me?"

Their relationship was, after all...

Zhuang Yan turned his head to find Jiang Ning standing behind him, staring at the blue sleeveless vest in his hands.

Fang Chen put his cigarette case away. Having had little contact with Zhuang Yan, he couldn't say he liked him, but he firmly believed he was the better man.

"Liu Bei is a man of great talent. If he could be put to use, it would be a boon for the Han Dynasty."

It raised its arms, beat its chest twice, leaped forward, and with a roar, began to uproot the massive bronze pillar.

"Indeed, if it were smashed that hard, one would truly have no choice but to sleep at an inn." Li Lian, unaware of the context, could only agree with Madam Sang.

Yet, this unspoken rapport between them only served to fuel the jealousy and rage burning in the hearts of Su Jun and Shen Lingshan.

Wu Gong felt a surge of joy. He did not descend himself but instead pulled Chen Yulou’s consciousness toward him.

He remembered yesterday, when his consciousness first flickered back to life, he had seen Xixi stretching out her hands, performing some sort of ritual in the void, her lips moving as she muttered—perhaps some kind of incantation.

Two hundred heavy infantrymen tore open a breach, and the remaining three thousand soldiers followed, cutting across and shattering the Yellow Turban line into pieces.

At this moment, she had made up her mind: if Cao Ang were to force himself upon her, she would have no choice but to take her own life to remain loyal to Lu Bu.

Meanwhile, Wang Yi left the large bag of food behind, departed from the Zhuxiang Teahouse, and drove leisurely to the Grand Era Cinema two kilometers away.

Li Nianchen pointed at the foodie in his arms, feigning a look of deep injury, his eyes darting around—a sure sign he was brewing some mischief.

Xia Fangyuan turned back, but saw nothing; the street was sparsely populated, with nothing out of the ordinary.

Even the staff in Yafimichelle's hand used only eight taels of magical mithril. Even after reaching the Saint Stage, Yafimichelle could continue to use it without needing to re-forge it.

Zhao Furong said: "Marriage without love? I no longer consider myself human. Since I am no longer human, why should I fear a loveless marriage?"

However, they lacked the foresight of Wu Bin, a veteran in the industry. The future would be the era of the mobile explosion, with growth rates multiplying every single year.

The "Chef King" brand was selling quite well. If they maintained this year's marketing rhythm, hitting fifty million next year would be no problem.

There was a pale-faced soldier in the ranks. Liang Sheng, who had been looking solemn, didn't hesitate to pull him aside.

In his ecstasy, Lei failed to notice the wicked glint deep in Ye Xiang's eyes. It seemed that having no rivals had truly dulled Lei's vigilance, making his thoughts so easy to read. Since he had handed over his plans so readily, he shouldn't blame him for taking advantage of the situation! Besides, humph, did he really think he could watch his spectacle so easily?

"Right, I understand. Mind the fire, safety is paramount." Meeting the other's gaze, Xing Yue teased him with a smile.

The Night City, once ruled by Qiushui, had become the battlefield for this clash. Qiushui stood in his office within the Night Club, flanked by four thin, sickly-looking young men. Their eyes, flickering with eerie red light against their pale skin, appeared particularly grotesque.

"Though Polar City may lack much, it has guarded the Luomo Continent for generations. Without me, I fear the Luomo Continent would no longer be ruled by humans," said Bing Zhentian.