Volume 1, Chapter 63: How Could I, Ye Chen, Befriend Such a Mighty Expert? Stop Slandering Me!

"Hmm," Bai Yan replied flatly, kicking a rat that had crawled to his feet aside with a hint of disgust. Ji Yan inserted the torch in his hand into a bracket on the side and followed closely behind the two.

However, Shen Yi stubbornly refused. After dismissing Yuetang, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me for a long time before letting go. Trapped in his embrace, listening to his thunderous heartbeat, my face flushed crimson without a trace of rouge.

"Hmm, that works too." Bai Yan tilted his head back and drained the tea in his cup, just about to say something when a creaking sound suddenly came from the bed.

Hearing this, Helan Bao smiled awkwardly. "I suppose that's all I can do." With that, she asked Qingying to help her aside to rest.

The third and fourth floors were clearly two entirely different tiers. The entire fourth floor consisted of just a single room, with all the surrounding partitions opened up. A central private booth was separated by a screen, while the perimeter was completely open, offering a direct view of the scenery outside.

For children, however, they did not understand the deeper meaning behind whipping a spinning top. What they cared about most was whose top could spin the longest, comparing the force and duration of their strikes—quite fitting for the nature of kids.

A place she once thought she would never return to now evoked a lingering sense of nostalgia as she was about to step into it again. Perhaps this was the quintessential feeling of a wanderer returning home.

To them, Fang Zhuo had achieved no merits whatsoever yet was effortlessly granted the title of a baron, which was utterly preposterous.

"Ha! You're the shameless one, your whole family is shameless!" With that, I turned around to get clothes from the wardrobe. Shen Yi obediently lay back down, his face beaming with a wide smile in the faint glow of the desk lamp.

The cake was only so big, and just as they were carving it up, a formidable new competitor suddenly emerged.

Hearing that I would not be punished, the heavy stone in my heart finally dropped. I let out a long breath, finding myself drenched in sweat all over.

"Yo, isn't this our school's prominent figure, Chen Feng?" the leader chuckled, his voice sounding somewhat like a quacking duck.

Drops of liquid condensed from the mummified corpse's body, gathering in the air to form a single droplet of pure white liquid.

After eliminating the emperor, Wu Tian left the imperial palace behind, leaving it in utter ruins. During the earlier battle with the golden-armored divine guards, the main structures of the palace had been completely demolished, and the central grand hall was reduced to nothing more than a giant crater. Looking at the tragic state of the palace, all the surviving guards knew that the Mad Martial Empire was truly finished.

The generals supporting General Huang evidently held the absolute majority, and even if Wu Nanxing objected now, it would be of no avail.

"Mph—" Shocked by the sudden assault, I opened my eyes and tried to push him away, but one of his hands firmly pinned both of my wrists above my head.

Once preparations were nearly complete, Lin Tian and Pete stood ten meters apart on the left and right sides of the long table, respectively.

Qingling stood outside the Hall of Miraculous Mist. Seeing me arrive, she summoned a auspicious cloud and stepped onto it without even sparing me a glance.

Guan Hui's pupils constricted. Ye Lei's words served as a timely reminder, instantly bringing those troubling reports back to his mind.

I fell silent. The exact number of police officers who died had not yet been fully tallied, but there were at least dozens of them. To be honest, I could easily imagine the massive aftermath it would cause if all these people were to return to the living at once.

Duan Tian meticulously connected all the fireworks with a long fuse, lit it, and ran far away to watch with his head tilted up.

"Let me go, Jiang Hai is not over there!" Though Pan Rui lacked the strength to resist, she still searched for excuses not to go.

The Corpse Fiend said, "Military Counselor, come with me. I will take you to find the Ancient Corpse Fiend Ancestor. With him here, we can surely exact our revenge!" The Fierce Beast nodded, and the two departed swiftly.

Lieutenant General Ronin showed not the slightest trace of panic. Calmly taking over the imperial seal, he began arranging the subsequent military operations right before the eyes of the King of Tianlan.

There was an eye-like organ on his forehead, making him look as though he possessed three eyes.

"Alright, I'm willing! Brother Tiesheng, from now on you are my big brother! Come, I toast this cup to you!" Zhao Jiujiang said as he filled a cup with baijiu. A pledge of brotherhood like this naturally could not be made with beer; fortunately, the restaurant had prepared both baijiu and beer glassware.

With that, he drew the waist saber at his side, pointing the blade directly at Li Qing not far away, and shouted, "All soldiers, charge with me!" This gesture did indeed boost morale considerably, and Xiuchun Zhongtong's guards all echoed the cry: "Fight to the death, never retreat!" The sound shook the heavens, their divisions clear and resolute.

Mu Xiaotian and the other two also heard these words, finally realizing that these elderly cultivators had come with a mortal resolve—all to escort them safely back to the Zhang family. Zhang Muhua understood as well, feeling a pang of grief in his heart, yet he endured it and nodded in agreement.

As for Ye Liangchen and Pan Rui's group, although Ye Liangchen tried his best to yield to Sun Yingying and Cen Jun, Pan Rui was exceptionally sharp. Noticing that Ye Liangchen was intentionally throwing the game, she pointed it out to him a few times with subtle remarks, leaving Old Ye rather embarrassed. From then on, he stopped keeping track of cards and simply played as he pleased.

Even if the probability was merely a tenth, a hundredth, a thousandth, or even a ten-thousandth, any possibility that could lead to one's own peril should be diligently avoided.

"The Dao of Devouring." Muchen was the first to deploy the terrifying Dao of Devouring, enveloping the surrounding space, suppressing the realm, and enclosing everyone within.

Fighting up to this point, the stifled frustration in Yuchi Jingde's heart had reached its absolute peak. Now, looking at the arrogant demeanor of these imperial guards, he finally reached the verge of an outburst.

In truth, Yang Xudong knew very well that he was bound to offend many people this time, but he did not dwell on it too much. As the saying goes, when soldiers come, block them with water and earth; when mud comes, stop it with a dike. He had to focus on the task right in front of him. As for future dilemmas, he would deal with them when they arose. Yang Xudong firmly believed that there was no difficulty that could not be resolved.