Chapter 90: A Monster?

The man was named Lu Xiaofeng, and he was Lu Moyan’s uncle.

Unlike Lu Moyan, Lu Xiaofeng held a far higher standing within the sect, because he was an inner-sect disciple.

At the moment, Lu Xiaofeng cut a rather dashing figure, because the family had just forged ties with a major organization. The other side was a foreign company, with everyone from the boss to the employees being foreigners.

But this group of foreigners...

"Fire!" the commander roared. All the mobile infantry raised the rifles in their hands and opened fire on the insect soldiers opposite them. There were so many of the creatures that there was no need to aim; any stray shot would hit one.

In fact, the cultivation manuals, martial techniques, movement arts, and the like stored on the first and second floors were roughly the same in quality. It was not as though everything on the second floor was better than what was on the first.

The staff member below stammered, unable to answer. Shame colored his face as he bowed his head.

One day, I, too, will open up a space of my own, just as Senior War Emperor did, Yun Feiyang thought silently.

They had not expected to disturb the yamen, but the officials still came to their door. Courtesy could not be neglected, so the main gate was opened and the whole family went out to greet them. Although the county magistrate was only a seventh-rank official and could almost be ignored in the capital, this was still his territory; in the end, an official in the county mattered more than a distant superior.

The skinny man nodded, looking at Wang Yue’s bandaged leg. What had happened at the Black-Eat-Black Internet Cafe was over, but he would never forget the three knife wounds Wang Yue had taken for him.

Then what are your plans, Uncle Song? Jiang Zhuliu still did not state his own view. Instead, he continued to smile at Song Jiji as he spoke.

In this war between the two realms, Yun Feiyang had already become the true protagonist; wherever he appeared, he drew the gaze of martial artists from every world.

The surroundings were utterly quiet, entirely lacking the clatter of mahjong from the farmhouse and the roars from the open-air karaoke. He was a little thirsty, and who knew who was paying today? There really was not much silver left in his pocket.

By the time he got home, it was already afternoon. Aunt Zhang was leading Yu’er for a stroll in the courtyard. Forget it, he had better not disturb them. Yu’er was still fairly obedient, and she no longer lay around all the time; now and then she even went out to see something novel, like the last time they went to look at the child who had been bitten by a wild dog—right, it had been a hyena. He wondered whether the neighbors in the next village had caught it yet.

By now, it was probably during the second through fifth years of Jiankang, when the founding emperor died, the crown prince passed away young, and only the crown grandson was left to inherit the throne.

Sarutobi Hiruzen, frowning faintly, said nothing. Everything had already been handed over to the Fourth; he had only come to have a look.

This was something he had already considered. There had to be a new national name, and it had to be connected to the Dragon God.

Besides, Shuang Mei shared one character in her name with his personal maid, Shuang Xiu; that in itself was enough to count as fate. Lu Huang could no longer stand by and do nothing.

Tokuma paused, then nodded. In truth, if that summons had not contained the name of Uchiha Shisui, he would never have dared bring it back to the head of the main family, even if it cost him his life.

Outside the room, a rainbow of seven colors appeared in the sky. Its beautiful light shone into the room of Ming Nan and Yu Lu, as though every creature in heaven were celebrating them and taking pride in them.

Her words left Lin Xiao momentarily stunned, not knowing how to answer. Friends, perhaps—but even friends had boundaries. No one would keep giving endlessly and selflessly for the sake of another forever. That was what Dushima Saeko thought.

Yang Shiyun’s question was so direct, but that was simply her nature, and everyone was already used to it. Still, they were at a banquet, and Wu Ling’s cheeks flushed bright red.

Ming Nan had originally wanted to persuade her with a few words, but seeing that Yu Lu had already turned and gone up to the second floor, he could only shrug helplessly at He Yifeng. There was nothing more he could do to help.

Then Xia Qianqian and the others went to ride a carousel. Xia Qianqian sat in front of Yi Hanxi, holding the bar before her, while Yi Hanxi held her in his arms. The sunlight of four or five in the afternoon fell upon them, forming a beautiful picture.