Chapter Ninety-Two: Lily!

The warm and lovely atmosphere was instantly ruined by Qian Jiang, who suddenly appeared.

He walked up behind Zhang Yuling, cracking sunflower seeds as he muttered, “That punk Chen Fan.”

Chen Fan’s eyes turned cold, and he felt like killing Qian Jiang on the spot.

Would he just shut up?

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Old Master Chen smiled faintly and said with a trace of pride, “This child really is excellent. To be honest, I never expected him to win the championship.”

Han Shengqi’s victory as overall champion had indeed come as a surprise to Old Master Chen.

Just as Huang Yitian was about to stop her, Wang Xinyi took two tomatoes from the refrigerator and threw them over, saying, “Catch.”

Because the Jinxiu faction’s relationships were rather complicated, the young security officer even began wondering whether he should report the matter to the property management company.

Huang Yitian smiled with humble politeness and said, “Old Director, you’re free and easy now, unlike the rest of us who run around all day as if our lives depend on it. If one task isn’t handled well, we’ll be scolded by our superiors. I came here today especially to learn from you, my old leader.”

Upon hearing this, Tian Zaibiao’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red. He raised his spear and sprang onto his horse, charging at Yue Yun like a maddened ox.

In the lounge sat more than a dozen guests, including several Westerners. The men from the Black Mountain Group of the Stick Nation were among them as well, though Li Zhixian was not present.

With only a mouthful of blood causing such terrifying destructive power, if that beast were blasted apart by Wang Ling’s punch like a watermelon, then Wang Ling would be no different from detonating a massive cosmic nuclear bomb.

In the end, Song Qiyu failed to hold out to the very last and threw down his pieces in surrender. He truly could endure no longer.

Hearing Aunt Li say that Xia Ning was not there, Jiang Hen was somewhat surprised, but still went inside and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

The Han Dynasty valued military merit above all. Liu Bei had captured and slain tens of thousands of Wuhuan, and had even brought Qiu Liju’s head with him. This could be said to be the greatest military achievement since the Yellow Turban Rebellion. If this had happened in the Western Han, such merit might even have compelled the Son of Heaven himself to come out and welcome him.

“Rainfall!” Before she even saw the person, she heard Nan Qu’er’s voice. An Yuluo was still eating breakfast, waiting to enter the palace later to pay her respects to the Empress.

Well, there really was not much between them, but he had indeed brought her into a different world.

Kump suddenly felt a searing pain in his chest. He sensed that Kun Jin was using fire magic, and it was merciless. When the others stepped forward to ask what had happened, the pain made him unable to say a single word. He even began to feel somewhat suffocated. Xue Ying closed her eyes and swept her hand across his mind, her expression growing even more solemn.

After everything had grown quiet, the room fell silent once more. An Yuluo sat by the bed, absently twisting her clothes in her hands.

Liu Bei and Sun Jian ordered their troops to rest outside Luo Yang City. Each brought several hundred guards, and the two rode side by side into the city. By then, Luo Yang had already become a ruin. Although they had sent several thousand men into the city to clear the area and keep watch, broken walls and shattered remains still lay everywhere.

“Even if you had merely injured someone, let alone killed, I would still keep you safe.” Ling Yunxiao kissed the top of Xia Xiyan’s head.

As for Lin Yexiao, he treated him like a fly—better out of sight, better out of mind. As long as Ma Rui was made to disappear early enough and did not interfere with his relationship with Junior Sister Liuyin, that was enough. Bringing him to the Moonwatch Tower was merely to claim credit before the Lord of the New Moon and let this uncle-master see that he was far superior to that annoying fly.

Of course Liu Bei knew what it was, and he could not help thinking with a touch of irony whether this counted as some kind of auspicious omen.

Luo Sha nodded, and after asking Michael a few more questions, he and Jessica left the manor villa.