Chapter 118: Fight Them

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"Boss, why isn't the rice noodles ready yet? I'm starving!"

When Dong Yue was feeling shy, Lu Fei's mind was still on food. Dong Yue rolled her eyes at him, speechless.

The noodle shop owner came out looking flustered.

"You two... you still have the appetite to eat? Those two men you just offended are the bullies of this street. In a while, they'll definitely come back with dozens of thugs..."

Watching the burly retreating figure, Zhao Song slowly brought his right hand out from behind his back. A phone with its screen still glowing was clutched in his palm.

She looked around and realized this was an unfamiliar room, and the man who bore such a resemblance to her master was sitting at the edge of the bed, who knew how long he had been watching her.

Although she had never had a专门的 tutor to discipline her before, she was, after all, a princess. Liu An normally had some expectations for her, and under the constant influence of Prince Jing, her bearing, while not quite matching the imperial consorts in the deep palace, was not far off either.

It was nearly six o'clock when Gu Ansheng finally looked up at the window and twisted her sore neck.

Then she suddenly noticed that on a display stand nearby, a game was arranging for fans to come and experience it.

A spokesperson who lacked confidence—how could such a person build a reputation and create strong sales results?

Warm breath fell upon Gu Ansheng's face, and her hand pressed tightly against where his heart was. "Thump—thump—" each beat hammered against her soul.

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"It's nothing." Luo Changtian closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, the terrifying hostility in his gaze had faded somewhat.

So amidst those high-pitched screams, quite a few of the fans' discussions floating over were actually aimed at that braid.

He had been shoved by Yun Luo, then felt a sharp pain in his chest, and finally lost consciousness. So... had she been sitting here watching over him all night?

Although the old man was imposing and awe-inspiring, when he opened his mouth to speak, he appeared kind and genial, exceptionally gentle.

Zhang Fei, disguised as Zhang Xun, was now utterly bewildered. Earlier, Qiao Rui had even sent out scouts, playing the part convincingly—so why did they suddenly split their forces?

If Zhong Yao could see reason and willingly defect to Liu Yun, all would be joyous. If Zhong Yao chose to be stubborn, Liu Yun would also have his excuse to dispatch troops to Chang'an and bring the Zhong family to justice.

There was no background introduction, no story setup, no character identities provided, and no account of how events had come about.

He saw that inside the hall, besides the drifting, wispy seven-colored energies, there were countless shadowy black figures looming in the darkness.

Lou Heng still insisted on investigating the situation at the time, and sure enough, he discovered a blind spot. What could take down a ghost that had surpassed the Qi Refining level?

"Thank you all, uncles and aunties, for your great kindness. Chunmei thanks you all here." Xia Chunmei gave everyone a bow.

As for that menial disciple, to save his own neck, he merely took out a nameplate, quickly ran through the jade tokens of the Jade Flute Peak disciples, and fled in utter panic.

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Lou Heng scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Well, it's like this—although controlling the infant ghost doesn't require much mana, my magic power is almost bottomed out. Could you spare me a few spirit crystals?"

The next chapter will explain the reason for the world's destruction, the current situation in the parallel world, and why such a set of rules and regulations had to be adopted.

He couldn't protect the brothers of Lianyun Mountain forever. Only through more trials and tribulations could they truly grow.

"The owner of this bar is his sworn brother, isn't he? A perfect pair of accomplices in villainy!" Han Yani answered the question with an air of casual indifference.

Nangong Su silently withdrew to the side and watched them, reluctant to disturb their rare moment of togetherness.

After lunch, the group checked out of their room. Elder Han had hoped to stay a few more days, but with the New Year fast approaching, he had no choice but to return.

Boiling hot water had to be used to weaken the influence of Chen Anqi's Profound Ice Spirit Body, so that the aura of ten thousand demons could purge the toxins from within her.

Although he was already over seventy years old, the cultivation of a Martial Saint at the Spirit-Connecting Stage was certainly nothing to scoff at. Cracks immediately appeared across the solid wood table.

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