Chapter 82: A Stinging Slap to the Face!

Lu Shanshan had just uttered “Brother Fan,” when the bitterness in her heart could no longer be restrained, and two lines of silent tears fell. Her quiet sobs startled Chen Fan—what on earth was happening here?

“I’ll talk to you when I get there,” he said. “Shanshan, don’t cry.”

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At this very moment, after truly crossing swords with Ling Zhongxiao, Shang Xiufang realized to her dismay that she was gradually losing ground. It was an outcome her heart simply could not accept.

Had she not called out, it might have been better. But the moment the title “Marquis of Light Garments” was spoken, the citizens surged through the city like a tidal wave, flooding the streets until there was not a patch left unoccupied.

Above, the tall tree canopies rustled loudly in the wind, the endless sound of leaves brushing together echoing like a vast sea of forest.

That duel of piano music—it was impossible to say who truly won. Technically, she prevailed, but the piano was never just about technique. She won in skill, and Mr. Fu won in emotion. Each possessed the soul the other lacked. So, in their hearts, both believed the other had won.

Perhaps she could try to win her over first; if that failed, then, when defeat was certain, simply kill her to vent his frustration. Situ Zhuo laughed coldly to himself.

The chaos behind the Nether Cliff now was undeniably tied to the fierce battle not long ago between Si Ming Shuo and the three supreme martial artists.

She remembered well how, years ago, she had evaluated Mu Sheng from every angle as a matchmaker by hobby. He was one in ten thousand, a perfect choice. She feared that if she didn’t act quickly, someone else would snatch him away, so she made her decision then and there.

He walked without hesitation through the blood-soaked ground, stepping over bodies still warm in the middle of the road, indifferent to the ongoing slaughter. The gray-clad men, seeing their master approach, hurried to clear a path for him, dragging away any corpses in his way and opening up a broad avenue.

Time passed slowly. Gu Jianli, nestled in Ji Wujing’s arms, tilted her head to gaze at his sleeping face. With his eyes closed, the gloom in his fox-like gaze was hidden, leaving only a serene, otherworldly beauty.

What did it matter what force the other belonged to? So long as they didn’t disturb his life or show themselves, he couldn’t be bothered to care. After all, even if he exposed those behind the scenes, what would come of it? Could he kill them, or force the powers backing them into a frenzy?

Lu Qing did not interrupt; it was clear this person was his master’s old friend, and thus his elder. Unconsciously, he felt a sense of kinship and his attitude grew far more respectful.

Naya slowed down, landing on a barren mountain peak. The two inspected the summit, finding neither dragon nor snow eagle. Naya instructed Monica to mark the spot, then they boarded the Phantom fighter and left.

“Of course it’s true. Shrek has already bought the land where that academy is located. Otherwise, where do you think all those experimental data came from?” Dai Huadong began to bluff.

Moreover, storing antimatter is extremely difficult. Even after the discovery of strong magnetic “traps” two years ago, large-scale storage remains out of reach.

Now Lu Qing was sweating; he had never imagined things could take such a strange turn.

The boys, in particular, were astonished. They knew Zhao Jin well, but had no idea he was versed in these matters.

Qin Hongbing’s powers of observation surpassed Li Xiuyi’s. He noticed a look of relief flash across Su Ziyan’s face, giving him the confidence he needed.

Two years without seeing him—I can’t tell if he’s changed, or if he’s stayed the same. When I first arrived in Tokyo, I checked up on him almost daily. I can’t remember exactly when I started paying less and less attention.

The Department of Homeland Security? The nobles had never heard of it. But what did it matter—so long as it could help them join the Sky Empire and provide protection, that was enough.