Chapter 45: The Intercepted Strike

When dusk settled and the last light faded in the west, attendants from Pine Righteous Court reported that the old Duke had awakened from his nap. The whole group then proceeded together to Pine Righteous Court to accompany him at supper.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single white bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting a pallor over a black table that sat empty below.

Han Dongji was clearly reluctant to face this prince, yet he was sovereign, and himself but a minister, so he could only raise his eyes and look directly at him.

Moreover, his position was already on the outskirts of the camp, and so in this chaotic headquarters, a void gradually formed around Charles.

Steadying herself, Su Jinli resolved to show Gu Mingjue, through her actions, the unwavering conviction she held to spend her life with him.

After another tense confrontation, Li Mengjie’s opponent suddenly exerted force, seized her belt, and slammed her harshly onto the ground.

Although Yixian was in poor condition at the moment, tournaments could not be organized on a whim. By the time everything was prepared, she would have recovered, and could gain valuable experience before the championship.

She was one of those people who never gained weight no matter how much she ate, so her weight barely exceeded ninety pounds.

“Who taught you to speak such nonsense while you were out?” She rushed over and grabbed my neck forcefully.

Sun Jinlan arched an eyebrow. “If we try to stop her, Mother might think we begrudge her happiness.”

She sat by the bed, tidied Zheng Xiao’s hair, then gently brushed away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Yet, under Wen Qingwan’s guidance, the chefs of the Marquis’s household always managed to turn ordinary ingredients into delicious dishes.

Father Xiao’s gaze upon Xiao Lichun was full of affection and pride; when he looked at Concubine Liu, those peach blossom eyes brimmed with deep feeling.

Though lacking in vocal skill, the lyrics were perfectly accurate, and some old songs were remembered even more faithfully than Zheng Xiao herself.

He spoke as he helped Zheng Xiao sit up by raising the hospital bed, and placed a pillow behind her, making her more comfortable.

Upon hearing Xia Zhengguang’s words, the staff at the civil affairs bureau blinked—was today the day for shocking news?

As long as the most powerful of these exotic beasts were slain, the rest would pose no threat to humanity.

One could say the vision was beautiful but reality harsh; the Dark Fiend could not escape the defense of the Nine Suns Holy Body, and its only fate was annihilation.

Aside from a few elders who had died, there remained forty-nine elders in total.

It was certain that the Supreme Emperor of Great Britain was even more ruthless than Rong Qing; if Jiang Yun Nan fell into his hands, there would be no hope of survival.

Indeed, his words sounded like a final testament; though he feigned lightness, their weight was unmistakable, as if he were making arrangements for the end.

“Elder sister, your farmstead is quite unique. What is the purpose of these courtyards in front?” Hu Yuyan was not in a hurry, but pointed ahead and asked.

“Look how happy you are! But remember, when you’re out, do not wander. All our martial artists are away, so don’t cause trouble for the family.” Though she permitted the outing, she worried, and the words once spoken could not be taken back.

If provisions were not supplied to the troops in time, defeat was inevitable—how could hungry soldiers fight? Wouldn’t they be like soft sheep sent to slaughter, with no hope of victory?

The journey was more than a hundred miles, but they could reach it in half an hour. On the way, He Hualin messaged Zhao Chaofan to ask him to hold on a bit longer.

Being wounded by Die Ye Han was nearly fatal for her; compared to physical pain, the wound to her spirit was irreparable, and only time could dull it.

“Sister, it’s alright. Since we’re out to play, we should be happy, shouldn’t we?” Qiao You squeezed Qiao Ying’s hand as she spoke.

His brows and eyes carried a gentle smile, elegant and refined, not a hint of frivolity. Yet his words, as they lingered, held a peculiar teasing quality.

Her stomach suddenly growled uncomfortably, and An Ran remembered she had fainted at the filming location earlier.

First came the jump ball between Diamond and Meck of the Eagles, but every member of the Eagles looked toward Wang Jin. Giannis shook his head; he knew what had happened, but could only hope Wang Jin would be alright.

No matter how many difficulties lay ahead, he wasn’t afraid. As long as he was with the person before him, he could endure fire and blade.

“Alright!” Jiang Jingkun’s words puzzled the waiter, but I knew he was speaking to me, conveying his helpless acceptance.

“You wiped out another team? Wait, why did I say ‘another’?” Xia Qinglian rose and ran to Tang Hao’s side.

“Those people all wore masks, their faces hidden. They began smashing up the bar as soon as they arrived. Our men had no chance; everyone was knocked down!” The subordinate, face bruised and swollen, stammered as he spoke.

Without waiting for Wang Jin’s reply, Xu Qing ran into the mall, returning ten minutes later with a wheelchair in hand.

The game started. Yan Zhi and his three companions landed at the hospital, but his luck was poor; after searching the entire building, he found only two pistols and a few bottles of soda.

“These things are what my grandfather told me,” Sun Xiang said truthfully, shooting a particularly annoyed glance at Spaderman, who clearly didn’t care.

There was still life here, even if not particularly friendly, and Jun Qingge felt somewhat reassured.

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