Chapter 130: Caught in the Game, 10

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Shang Linjun also gave a low, quiet laugh. “From the day I entered the Yan household, you never regarded me as your grandson, did you?”

“That was because your motives were impure!”

“Then were the motives of your Yan family pure when you married my mother?”

“Those are two entirely different matters. You cannot lump them together.”

“Oh? Is that so? Then please tell me—which category does depriving a son of the right to remain by his mother’s side belong to?”

Old Master Yan was beginning to lose his temper. A trace of anger crept into his voice. “Shang Linjun, do not forget that it was your mother who came to our Yan family and begged us. You were the one who agreed to all the conditions attached afterward. Now that you have achieved a little success, you turn around and claim that our Yan family has wronged you?”

The two children led Mu Chen to a low earthen house. Mud Egg pushed the door open, and the room was filled with the stench of mildew.

In truth, Uncle Lin had just called Bi Qianmo. His intention had been to have his young master persuade Lin Bixiao not to let Lin Bichi remain at the villa.

Yi Ming took the phone. She had said only a few words when, with a sharp crack, she hurled the two- or three-thousand-yuan phone against the wall. It instantly broke apart into a heap of components. Then she herself burst into tears. Her father had compromised after only a couple of words for the sake of his business, and Yi Ming found such behavior impossible to accept.

“What? How could they possibly have so many Awakened?”

Autumn Wind Fallen Leaves found it utterly inconceivable.

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“My mother took part in the great battle eighteen years ago, so she naturally saw it. It seems your relationship with Martial Uncle Xu is far from ordinary—she even passed her Five-Colored Rosy Garment on to you,” Li Jian said.

Supporting himself with one hand against the telescope, he groped his way forward, walking straight toward where Liu Ru was seated.

Lin Bixiao felt that after waking from this bout of unconsciousness, Bi Qianmo seemed to have lost much of his sense of security. He was practically a different person from the great President Bi she had known before.

The moment Xiao Qi agreed to the matter, Xiao Xuan and Lei exchanged a glance incomprehensible to anyone else. An almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of their eyes.

“How comfortable! Where am I? Am I dead? Is this hell or heaven?” Mu Chen stared blankly at the dense canopy overhead. He was more familiar with this sort of environment than anyone. He and Gai Nie had once lived for an entire month in a forest concealed beneath such a thick canopy.

Lu Xun gave the order, and the archers who had been hiding themselves revealed their positions one after another, sending a dense rain of arrows toward the Jiangdong naval forces.

“Impossible! Jiang Lian…” What about Jiang Lian? She had no idea that Jiang Lian had returned to the country. She merely wanted to refute the statement instinctively, as though, so long as she could seize upon the slightest flaw in the police officer’s words, she could continue believing.

Fang Nuo instinctively slid from the back of the Ice Crystal Giant Deer to its side and secured herself with a slender silver-blue cord. Using the giant deer’s body as cover, she then furtively observed the two humans who had suddenly arrived.

During the time it took to eat a meal, that human knightly force launched four or five charges, but each one was merely a bluff.

When Tong Xiang emerged from the woods, she drew the gazes of numerous villagers along the way, who were all left marveling at the sight.

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Song Yi glanced at Cheng Lin, then cooperatively called for someone to bring over a phone and pretended to make a video call.

Actually, this object had not been picked up by the people of Tubo. It had been manufactured by Tubo craftsmen.

Immediately afterward, the handsome man rose to his feet, left the cultivation chamber, and soared into the sky, arriving above the Temple of Divine Revelation.

Chen Shuqian had entered at some point. She propped the phone up in a corner, tapped the video-recording button, and began teaching Zhang Jiamu how to solve a mathematics problem.

As the rewards from the imperial court continued, the young men who had passed this year’s imperial examination stepped forward one after another to bow and offer their thanks.

The algorithm Cheng Youzhou used to test the data was entirely different from everyone else’s. It was like solving a mathematics problem: for one-fifth multiplied by three-fifths, everyone else used the standard method taught by their teacher.

Darkness—an utter darkness surrounded them. Waves of incomparably powerful pressure surged toward him in a frenzy, and Xiao Yu’s legs instantly went weak as his face turned pale.

Old Master Leng and Lord Liu were both stunned. Good heavens—the He Clan Jade! What did that represent? Throughout history, how many kings, nobles, generals, and ministers had fought to the death over a single piece of jade like this, until rivers of blood ran dry?

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