Chapter 62: Farewell
“Ah... huh?” Chen Hua’s words left Ye Cheng utterly bewildered. Three seconds later, Ye Cheng, utterly lacking in decorum, burst into uncontrollable laughter!
“Hahaha!”
“You—pfft, ahahaha!”
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Xia Luo tried to dodge, but Huang Qi’s assault was too fierce, and his fist landed squarely. Bang! Xia Luo staggered back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.
When she returned home, she racked her brains to find a place to hide the hairpin; she absolutely couldn’t let her mother see it, or she’d be nagged again.
Although by current rankings I could be considered a second-tier expert among humans, my combat prowess was enough to take on a third-tier master. Still, facing three opponents, I wasn’t so arrogant.
Wait a moment. Takuya couldn’t help but call after her, seeing her look at him in confusion. He said with restraint, “You’re just leaving like this?”
“Haha, Ling Xi Quan, Di Qin, aren’t I amazing? I actually convinced Yin Jun Yu to run a kilometer!” After school, even as she walked out the gate, Lü Xi Ning was still boasting to her two friends about her afternoon’s achievement.
Running to the opposite bank, Cheng Yihan carried Di Qin’s half-soaked hat in one hand and pulled her arm with the other, slowly heading toward their residence.
“Why?” The middle-aged man saw Xia Qingxiao hesitate not at all, bit his lip, and asked in a low voice.
Thinking about it, I tugged at her pant leg. She glanced at me, then leaned in to whisper a few words into my ear. I nodded—everything was left in her hands.
With the few men he had, resisting the Liao army’s iron hooves would be nearly impossible. If the city fell, he would be a criminal for all ages.
Back in Qingcheng, he had chosen Han Yue for her beauty and the composure she showed. Later, through cooperation, he discovered her talent in ironworking.
Suddenly, a streak of blood shot from the White Lotus Sect Leader’s back, racing toward Wu Fei’er, entering her body through her mouth and nose.
On the contrary, if there were no magicians, a team composed solely of fighters might not achieve less than one with magicians.
Andy continued to touch the statue, finding it would move away from his hand again. After playing the game several times, Andy decided to stop.
On this day, Dong Zhuo summoned several people to his residence. After the formal greetings, everyone found a place and sat down.
“Heh, secrets like this are hard to keep. The more you urge others to keep it, the more they think it’s valuable—eventually, someone may risk everything.” Li Yu shook his head.
Back in Coriano City, the coalition members naturally began to rest, while Fatty Haji busied himself handling the caravan goods and seeking a reputable auction house for that set of rare equipment.
On the stone pillar were engraved large red characters: “Execute Cheng Long here.” This was Guo Lin’s scene at Dongyu City when he received the Flood Dragon Soul Ring.
The golden eagle skimmed the lake, soaring for more than a dozen yards before slowing down. After another ten yards, though it was still airborne, it had lost all the heroic vigor of an eagle; its flight resembled a drunken duck—comical and pitiful.
Zhao Fei looked up and asked Fu Yitian, “Commander Fu, how’s the wedding preparation coming along?” Her feelings were more complicated than ever—regret and fear mingled. She dreaded the coming day, unsure how Guo Lin would treat her after their marriage.
Even though the gap between them was great, Xia Haitong didn’t feel inferior; instead, she actively discussed things with Ye Chengzhi, who was happy to hear her thoughts. Ye Chengzhi would sometimes marvel aloud, saying if Xia Haitong had studied finance as a minor, she could have earned a dual degree at Jida.