Chapter 50: Regret!

Urban Dragon King: War God Jun Sheng on the Road 1260 words 2026-03-20 13:03:24

"Heh, do you really think I became the eldest senior brother by chance?" Nangong Tian raised an eyebrow with a grin.

Wang Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, glancing at Chen Fan and his companion. "Where did you two study?"

Chen Fan gave a cold snort, though inwardly a torrent of expletives raced through his mind. No way...

Lately, he’d been preoccupied with investments, and every evening he’d drag a somewhat reluctant Tao Xiu back to the Tao family for dinner. Wang Nuo felt that Tao Xiu was already showing considerable restraint, which was more than enough face for him.

Before long, word spread everywhere that Fat Sanjin had spent two hundred thousand taels on an ornate carved wooden box. Naturally, Su Zaiyun also caught wind of it.

"None of that really matters, you know. As long as our Wild Boar Tribe stands strong, the other tribes are no threat." As it was such a massive advantage, Huizi had no intention of sharing it with anyone, especially not with the primitives who might lay claim to the future.

As she spoke, Lin Jiayi brought her arms slightly inward, causing her already prominent curves to become even more pronounced. The spectacular sight left Yun Xuan dry-mouthed and parched with desire.

Given the current circumstances, Wang Nuo’s research and insights into the black futures market were already ahead of the curve. He’d grasped the pulse of the market, but he also bore the greatest risk.

He glanced at the rearview mirror, floored the accelerator, and the off-road vehicle roared forward like a wild beast unleashed.

Qian Qingsi looked at Eunuch Liu in bewilderment. She herself hadn’t quite grasped what had just happened. Could it be that this Eunuch Liu, so sharp and savvy at the emperor’s side, hadn’t understood either?

"I know that part. Tell me something I don’t—like, how did this idiot end up in the moat?" These were extraordinary times. Whatever happened, Long Te would inevitably link it to his nightmare: Dragon Thorn.

I held half a can of gasoline, tore a strip of waxed paper for kindling, then raised my lighter and slowly crept toward the bronze coffin.

Blood Dark chuckled with glee. "Watch how I catch you!" With that, he darted over to the bloodstained air, tapped a shadowy eagle-sparrow lurking in the void with his blade. The shadowy eagle-sparrow, disgruntled, revealed itself, still clutching four girls’ storage pouches and sachets in its beak.

"Shi Yi, it was Aunt Zhang’s gift to you when you met, so it’s yours now. Why can’t you use it?" Clearly, Lu Tong agreed with Luo Yuhang’s suggestion.

Gu Anning suddenly looked up and caught sight of someone she’d been longing for, standing by the platform not far away. Wasn’t that Shi Daoran? He was watching her and Sun Huixian tussle from above. Her heart grew restless, and she lost all will to fight, only able to stare blankly up at Shi Daoran.

"Not sure, but I guess he can probably talk to them. Brother Ning, why do you ask?" Huzi replied.

Having dealt with the immediate problem, Chen Yi turned to search Wan Bo’s body, finding some silver and, most notably, seven Qi Spirit pills among them. One had to admit, this fellow never left home without plenty of money—this gold could support an ordinary family for a lifetime of frugality.

"Shi Yi, this is your grandfather. Come, sit down and let your grandfather take a good look at you! You haven’t come home in so many years, you should let him see you properly." Sun Changjiang patted the stone bench beside him, beckoning Shi Yi to sit.

"No..." Night Liaosha couldn’t help but call out softly, "Menglou, is that you?" Her hand gently pressed the medical shield over the wounded man’s head, designed to protect against cosmic radiation, and she nearly lifted it to see his face.

"Peng Mo, are you unhappy?" Jin Roujia had been chattering on and on, but hearing no response, she looked over to see Peng Mo lost in a daze.

The ancient city before them bore the marks of many years. In many places, the walls were pockmarked and mottled; some bricks in the city wall were shattered, and in many spots, ruin prevailed.