Adding Fragrance

Xu Rong swept the roads of the prisoner camp until they were spotless, then filled the water jars to the brim before returning to his tent, his arms heavy with fatigue.

Ye Jingheng narrowed his eyes dangerously. After their earlier discussions, this outcome was far from unexpected.

“Let’s fight them!” The crowd surged into the execution ground, brandishing poles, dustpans, wooden sticks, and hoes.

Zhang Jialiang, emboldened by drink, indulged in the pleasures before him. To him, this was a sumptuous feast, and the memory of Song Tongtong’s strikingly similar figure only made his excitement more intense.

The Turks in the north of the city were shrouded in mystery. They lived reclusively, showing no outward peculiarity, yet rumors abounded of a secret assassin organization among them—ghostly, ruthless, killing without thought for profit. No one knew their true purpose.

Before the army moved, supplies were sent ahead. In most military campaigns, logistics are the first to be mobilized. Because logistics lack obvious military features, they are easier to disguise and often go unnoticed. But now, with Maikan’s warning, her father’s side had more time to prepare.

Zhai Shan seized the chance, swinging her mace down hard on an Eagle Guard’s skull. With a crisp crack, like a thousand blossoms bursting forth, the Eagle Guard fell back without a sound, dying instantly.

The Caucasus Academy City, as the stronghold of the Eurasian Integrated Academy, was almost entirely populated by those connected to the institution, either by blood or economic ties. Over time, generations had prospered there, and its scale had grown, much like the Western Union Academy City or the Pacific Rim Academy City.

In contrast, Qu Feiyan, though facing at least as many attacks as her two companions, was protected by the Blood Stasis Armor infused by Wu Yue. Her skin was as hard as steel; the clashing of spiritual sabers against her body rang out like swords striking armor.

“Of course not!” How could she have no questions? Her mind was full of them. Yet the scene before her was strange. They should have been enemies, but the atmosphere was miles from the tense confrontation she had envisioned. Where had things gone wrong?

Yet even so, it meant little. At least for now, His Highness had never favored her, and talk of status was nonsense. No one in the residence knew how to categorize her. Just now, she’d been addressed as “Miss Xiyao,” but to Wei Han, it sounded painfully ironic.

Because that morning while visiting the Sheng family elders, they’d remarked that her grandfather, Lord Nalan, was eccentric and hot-tempered.

She wasn’t foolish. One chopstick is easily broken, but a bundle is not. She only needed to slowly gather more, to resist the power that had always overwhelmed her before.

Yet it was just as Ye Qinghuan had said: as long as one could discern Mu Qingran’s true heart, manipulating Ye Qingchen would be easy.

A powerful force was rising, emerging from the darkness, accompanied by an overwhelming murderous aura soaring to the heavens.

The next morning, as Chen Hanmei pushed open her door, she saw Jin Dongyang stepping out from the room opposite.

Before leaving, Miao Ruyin took Giovanni Cain shopping around some of California’s major malls.

That was Bai Feng’s weapon—the Feather Blade. Whenever Bai Feng drew the Feather Blade, it meant the game was over; he was done playing.

Meanwhile, the shadow ninja who emerged removed his mask, revealing a strikingly handsome face—the Third Mizukage.

“Yuheng, today is the day your third grand-uncle ascends to immortality. Go to the ancestral shrine and offer incense for me,” Shang Fengzi said, acting as though he was only sending his disciple because he was entertaining Qingwei.

“Brother Xu Lei, eat, eat! All your favorites are here!” Li Chenghao, who usually disliked eating out, picked a dish Xu Lei had once said he loved and handed it over.

“Let’s begin!” At Kang Bo’s command, the four of them set out, each with a made-up camera rider.

Bored, I lay down on the sofa, closed my eyes, and feigned sleep. I couldn’t truly drift off in this state, but with nothing better to do, I used this pretense to pass the time.

“Damn it, he released the Three-Tails.” The Mist Ninja on the shore glared at the massive beast, seething with anger.

Moreover, King Boro couldn’t be called a beast of national fortune. His origins were of a far lower level; he was merely a tiger skin tainted with imperial dragon energy, granting him some spiritual awareness. He was not a true creature of destiny, merely a spirit born alongside the imperial dragon’s aura.

I told him everything about the orphanage, especially that black box—which belonged to a cult, able to induce hallucinations in both people and ghosts. I also recounted meeting the tree spirit in the park and the affair with Greed, the protector of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Seeing how quickly they changed their attitudes, Long Yun’s eyelids flickered. If he’d known they were so servile, he wouldn’t have bothered talking to them—he should have just let Princess Long command them.

Zhao Xiaodong’s “Golden City” motorcycle couldn’t be ridden anymore and had to be left at the restaurant to collect the next day. Zhou Dao could only help Zhao Xiaodong onto the back seat of his bicycle and push him home.

The sudden appearance of Lin Guohong startled Xiao Wei, leaving him at a loss. Even though Xiao Wei knew he had done nothing wrong, the seductive Wu Yan leaning against the bed and the atmosphere of intimacy in the room made everything clear.

Guan Xi explained in detail, outlining the ten new rules and their benefits. Everyone quickly accepted them.

His voice had grown hoarse with excitement, his eyes burning. As he looked at Shu Wang, she felt as if she might burst into flames, her entire body growing feverish.