Chapter 59: Speak!

Shao Jiancheng was anxious; it took nearly thirty minutes to get from Zhaoer Group to Huajiang Vocational and Technical College.

Yet Chen Fan had only given him twenty minutes.

He had prepared the money, and he would be punctual!

But that didn’t mean he had surrendered.

All he could ensure now was that Chen Fan would no longer harm Shao Yu.

As for the money—well, that was another story.

The other young women seemed to sense something as well, especially Du Yue'e, the oldest among them, whose insight was the deepest.

Talia stared ahead at the patch of ground that looked only a little paler than the rest of the desert, her face clouded with confusion.

A Great Golden Immortal, when resisting the power of the Netherworld, could only use a fraction of their strength; it would be all the more difficult to seize the fruit.

It had been some time since they last met, but Yago’s fervent obsession with opening the Forbidden Black Tomb had not lessened in the slightest; whenever the topic arose, he became agitated as ever.

Historical fiction—wasn’t archeology itself a way of studying history? There was a certain fated significance in the number “7.” After reading more than ten chapters, she found herself hopelessly immersed.

Many houses were ablaze, smoke billowed, and several important archives had been destroyed; the Grand Justice Department had suffered tremendous losses.

Indeed, Gu Yiyuan could scarcely imagine it—or rather, in a world where everyone was still using feature phones as luxury devices, he couldn’t fathom that Deep Blue would kick the two dominant feature phone systems straight into the dustbin of history.

Some merchants glanced furtively at the jeweled rings on their fingers, the gold chains around their necks, and the gold notes in their pockets.

“My lord, there’s no need to pursue them further. Leave the rest to Yunzhang and Zilong,” Su Yi said, wiping his longsword.

After being the Dragon King for so many years, you actually begged a wretch for mercy? Where is your pride as a dragon?

Commander Dai assumed they were being pursued from behind, unaware that another enemy regiment had circled around from the Xinxian City side and surrounded them front and back—the enemy in the middle was nothing but bait.

“The city is full of samurai and retainers. You won’t go soft on these nobles, will you?” Wang Zhong looked at Park Jung-chang with disdain.

When I returned to the room, Bai Yang was already asleep. Since she was the guardian spirit of the Zhuang family estate, she could never leave this place. Barring any surprises, I would probably never see her again.

However, once the army entered the forest, no matter how they spurred their horses, they could not find any trace of the person they had pursued earlier; all that remained was a trail showing someone had passed, but whether it was the right person, they could not tell.

“Will you tell me now?” Wang Lingyun asked, turning to Gong Ming as she ate her rice cake, only to find him eating one as well.

At this moment, the Flying Dutchman was completely defenseless. He had to seize this chance to inflict devastating damage and capture her in one fell swoop.

After leaving through the east gate, Wang Lingyun left all the bloodshed of the city behind those walls. Any demon who saw her, tried to harm her, or attempted to escape with her, was so terrified by a single glance that they chose another route to flee for their lives.

In the stands, several high school students’ pupils contracted slightly when they saw Liu Sheng step onto the field, but concern quickly replaced their initial reaction.

Moreover, the relentless life of writing day and night had worn down Tiange’s health; sometimes she truly feared she might die suddenly at her keyboard, in front of her computer.

No matter how difficult it was, Cassius had to find a way—otherwise, he didn’t know if he would be trapped here forever. So he racked his brains, recalling every bit of knowledge about arrays from his memory.

“A surgeon, with scalpel in hand, ought always to look down upon all else, no matter the circumstances. Otherwise, he will never be qualified!” That was the famous saying of Xiao Qi’s mad old master, and Xiao Qi deeply agreed.