Volume 1, Chapter 65: The Prince Wants to Be a Cook

Although Ma Hongbin and Ma Hongkui were paternal cousins, their personalities were completely different, and there were unresolved grievances between them.

After simply changing his clothes, Zhao Ziyi came to the backstage. Seeing Mu Yi giving him a thumbs-up, Zhao Ziyi smiled slightly, took a deep breath, and prepared to go on stage for his performance.

However, it was completely fine that this troop did not overact. Guan Hai had already received Guo Jia's orders long ago, so how could he possibly just run off with them so easily? No matter how realistic their act was, Guan Hai would still only proceed along the route arranged by Guo Jia. Therefore, by not overacting, they were merely saving their strength and preserving a few more lives.

A burly man in armor strode forward, ruthlessly kicking them down onto the deck, and violently beating their bodies with the shaft of his spear.

"Isn't protecting every single player the coach's responsibility?" Ace asked with a chuckle, looking at Phil.

This time, it was Venus's turn to feel miserable. She never expected that the moment she sold her entire self to the Carefree Brother, she wouldn't even receive the compensation she deserved. Could it be that heaven was jealous of her beauty and determined to drive her to despair of frustration?

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you and I shall lead the way in the front, and the rest of you must follow closely behind the two of us," Uncle Nine said as he looked at Zhang Luoye. Zhang Luoye did not decline; he drew a peach-wood sword and advanced alongside him at the front.

"Satisfied! Extremely satisfied! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your immense grace." With the quantity exceeding his expectations by so much, how could Luo Hong possibly have any dissatisfaction? He accepted it without the slightest hesitation or modesty.

"Cultivating?" Luo Hong found it somewhat strange. Shouldn't Fuyi have sensed the abnormality in the ambient spiritual energy around here during cultivation? Why wouldn't he come out?

"Top-quality Dahongpao, picked from the rain just before Qingming Festival." Uncle Liu hadn't heard so much laughter in his home for a long time, so he was extremely happy as well.

Compared to those displeased individuals, Jiang Yu was beaming with joy, smiling from ear to ear. Although he had already spent a massive pile of spirit stones, the materials he harvested in return were equally abundant.

The screams continued. For some reason, the archers suddenly felt that something was amiss, and as time passed, this sense of wrongness grew increasingly intense. Although some of these screams were high-pitched while others were low, a considerable amount of time had already passed—why were they still going on?

The highest-ranking officials here were not just the top figures of the provincial government; there were also several veterans, each with immensely formidable backgrounds who could turn the skies and overturn the oceans with a mere flip of their hands. Entering the provincial committee compound, one had to tuck their tail between their legs and act with extreme caution, because no one knew which high-ranking official might suddenly pop up right in front of them the next moment.

However, Liu Yu would never believe such words. She still clearly remembered what it felt like that time on the boat when Fang Yi forcefully penetrated her body.

One of them might be blessed with fortune, while the fate of the other remained uncertain. The village master wondered whether he was destined for fortune or if his fate was unpredictable.

Old Zhu gripped hard, and to everyone's surprise, he held onto the sword firmly. It turned out that Zhu Tianpeng was already wearing a pair of black gloves. In fact, that was the Ruyi Battle Armor, but Old Zhu did not want to be recognized, so he had only conjured a single glove.

Sun Wukong stepped forward with a chuckle and subdued all the bandits instantly with an Immobility Spell, leaving none of them able to move.

One of the fellows reached out and pulled out his cell phone, laughing triumphantly, "When we go back and let the leader see the footage we shot, he will definitely be overjoyed."

The middle-aged man looked at the old man, only to see the old man pointing at the doctor and shouting, "This man hit me and refuses to admit it. My head is dizzy." As the old man spoke, he clutched his head with both hands.

However, when he saw Xiao Feng walking in slowly with an axe in his hand, a few flickers of fear could not help but flash in his eyes.

Ding Yi was a good younger sister who constantly thought of her eldest sister, and she urged, "Eldest sister, you go back first. Don't wait for me; Goudan needs to sleep soon." Goudan was the eldest sister's plump little son.

Lan Qi perceived that the "Demon Emperor Lord" cared deeply about human mutation experiments, so she intended to find some useful items to offer to the "Demon Emperor Lord".

She wanted to say something more, but her throat suddenly tightened as a man's hand clamped firmly around her neck.

Behind her disdain for playing dirty tricks was the fact that Gu Nanqiao possessed a God-given talent and solid stage skills strong enough to convince everyone. Even without contending or fighting for opportunities, they would always be firmly grasped in her hands.

"Big brother, how do you feel?" Seeing Chen Mo open his eyes, Mantou was the first to rush forward and ask happily.

Fan Lingchu had just recovered from a major illness, and his complexion was still somewhat pale. However, when he put on the painted facial makeup and donned Xiang Yu's costume, he miraculously brought some of the Chu Overlord's true charm down from the stage, and even his speech became full of vigor and resonance.

The chemical bomb carried by that fugitive last time certainly did not belong to him; either it belonged to him, or it was given to him by an accomplice.

In public, this man was the very model of a good husband—gentle and considerate to her, affectionately calling her "Linger." Yet who could know that in private, he had made her spend three empty years alone and never gave her a pleasant look?

Seeing how things were turning out, Ling Xinlu quickly tried to turn and leave while the crowd was dense, but unexpectedly, her path was directly blocked by a slender figure.

The five-colored divine dragon energy core coiled within his dantian trembled violently, and wave after wave of pure, matchless energy emanated from his chest.

Song Aimin's face turned ashen; the meager vitality, confidence, and composure he had just regained during the process of bandaging and rescuing people were instantly drained from his body. A carriage full of the wounded, countless sorrowful faces, yet he had no idea how to comfort them.

Now, this person who felt more deeply than others said he cherished her, said he did not wish to see her meet with other men. Although his tone was exasperated, hearing it in her heart, it felt warm and sweet.

Lai Jiabao lunged forward like a pounce. He had transformed into a golden body—a three-legged golden toad! The golden body struck toward Xue Wu, who was currently lost in a daze.

Along the way, Mu Yang did not dare to glance at Ming Zhao again. Her heart felt somewhat flustered, and she kept feeling that she should keep a distance from Ming Zhao.

The stock price of the Inoue family continued to hit new lows, as if it had been cursed by a ninjutsu spell, plunging straight down into a sea of green. Anyone unaware might have thought that all the men of the Inoue family had been cuckolded by life.