Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Marketplace Is a Battlefield

After briefly explaining the reason, Ye Cheng waved at Geng Zhongcheng.
“Old Geng, pour me a glass of water. Young Master Wu treated us today and I really had my fill of oily food. I need something to cleanse my palate!”
“So, he’s openly looking for our loopholes? Son-in-law, do we even have any loopholes for him to find?”
Geng Zhongcheng muttered as he went about his task...
Li Yunmu waved at everyone, his mind still lingering in the forge. Gallo was the first to stand and head outside. The old rascal followed close behind, while only the lady and Duoming Yan remained in a confused haze, trailing after them. Seeing everyone leave, Mouse rose and knelt on the ground.
Nalan Heng had not uttered a single word throughout. His expression remained unchanged, his eyes deep and unfathomable. No one could guess what he was thinking.
“What on earth happened? Who lowered the drawbridge!?” Huang Zu had already stormed the city wall with his men, arriving in time to witness the drawbridge descend. Seeing Sun Ce’s forces charging forward, he flew into a rage and barked out curses.
“Some things can’t be yours just because you can’t bear to part with them. What’s yours will always be yours.” The old woman spoke as if she’d seen through the world’s illusions. Granny Ceng, how tired must you have been to say such words?
“So, you’re the child of an old friend.” Huangfu Song smiled and nodded, then turned to Yang Biao with a puzzled look. Now was hardly the time for reminiscing.
To give an example, it’s like some reputable children’s clothing brands—those who buy clothes for kids would certainly know them, but ask a single college student and it’s unlikely they’d know any children’s brands.
“All right, we’ll head over right away.” These were An Min’s final words. “Let’s go.” She glanced at the remaining figures as she spoke.
A little closer, let them experience it. An Min moved with agility, followed closely by An Ruo.
The phone rang, someone knocked, voices called out, and vibrations all erupted at once, leaving Ye Wei utterly flustered.
Juno III stared at the demon clans whose demonic energy had been burned away by Buddhist power; his expression twisted with ferocity.
“Oh, enough already! Stop flaunting that infamous reputation of yours!” Tu Fangfang hefted her heavy crimson blade and shot Zhong Ruida a fierce glare.
Lelouch certainly hadn’t always lived in such decadence; it was just that lately, with nothing to do, he wanted to try it out. Modern thinking had always influenced him—since he was here, and could, why not experience it for himself?
The specter felt as if it had been locked in place by the monk’s imposing aura, unable to move. Then it saw the monk utter golden words, drifting toward it, filling its heart with terror.
I took out the medicinal powder and sprinkled some onto each of them. Once exposed to air, the powder began to oxidize, releasing a strong medicinal fragrance.
Indeed, no matter what Zhu Qi does, the Wolf League would never let him go! If that’s the case, would Zhu Qi spare him in return?
When dawn broke, Tian Ming slowly finished his practice, approached the window, and gazed at the rising sun, murmuring, “I believe fate favors the virtuous; every disaster will turn to fortune, all will be well.” He collected himself and went downstairs to the inn’s first floor, randomly choosing a table to sit at.
Besides this, Xie Feng noticed that not only had his meridians widened, but his flesh and bones had been greatly tempered—far more than before, as though he’d been hammered thousands of times.
Feeling the auspicious energy drawing ever closer, he grew anxious. Though he was familiar with the ritual of bathing in auspiciousness, the sudden arrival startled him—he only remembered it as it descended.
The payload and flight altitude of the Dragon Vulture Knights could never compare to the Flying Dragon Priests. If the Priests were akin to tactical bombers, then the Knights were more like fighter jets, occasionally filling in as dive bombers.