Chapter Ninety-Six: I Have Revealed My Hand! (Please cast your monthly votes!)

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Once she stepped outside, the guard brought a carriage and had it pulled up for her, but Xie Liuying shook her head and refused.

She also knew the boss wasn’t driving a tractor down Fifth Avenue just for show; clearly, that machine was about to become Ferrari’s top-selling hit.

Now that Xiao Yue had already figured there was Wutan’s hand in this whole affair that had dragged on so long, was this girl about to trip at the decisive moment?

Before the mission even began, the two Death Eaters had already fallen into infighting, and the other middle-aged wizard looked truly worn out.

In terms of foundation and prestige, Liang Jin could not in any way match Liang Yuanxuan. In this respect, both Zhou Changyuan and that fake double were completely confident.

Mumu didn’t feel anything in particular—he was simply pure and charming—he only felt that the sisters were so happy and sweet right now.

Xie Shiyu sat behind Xie Changjing, looking at Xie Liuying in her olive-green outfit, like a potted plant blooming despite the season. In this faintly cold winter, she seemed full of life.

She glanced down at her own royal-blue gown and felt that today’s choice had been a slight misstep. That girl, Xie Liuying, could really capture attention.

A light wind drifted into the room from time to time, carrying, from somewhere among unknown weeds, the faint chirping of summer insects.

Here, this person was talking through gossip, and many ears went up in silence, secretly listening to the news about Number Sixty-Six.

Xie Liuying wore an expression that said every hermit has a clever way, led her to the gate of the Yu Prince’s Mansion, waited there, and then Ye Zhen and Meng Bansian came out.

They had always been senior and junior disciples with each other, and their bond had always been good. If it could remain so, was that not the best outcome?

When Su Moliang thought of this, she shivered all over. Guilt and worry settled on her like a mountain, so heavy they tightened around her heart.

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Although they did not dare to provoke other countries lightly, squandering their already meager resources, if anyone dared bully the Fenglin Empire, he could still lose a layer of skin.

Yet the deeper they went, the nameless plants around them became taller and taller, thicker and thicker, their branches and leaves spreading so full they could block out sky and sun.

He drew his sword again, but for a while he could do nothing with it; the enemies were all underground, and he had no place to direct his strength.

She buried her face deeply in the pillow, and with that motion she wiped away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes.

A training hall was not like the outside world. In contests over rooms there, the elders would always pretend to look away with one eye half-closed.

“What is this?” She pointed at the words on the paper with trembling fingers and read them out, one by one.

An Ziqi kept wondering whether she and Xiao Moli had truly reached the “two-year itch”; otherwise, why would Xiao Moli treat her so indifferently?

Ding Jingxi’s skin was as pale as snow, while he himself was smooth and fair as jade.

The energy streamed straight out from Qin Junxi’s feet, forming a kind of speed barrier on the ground below.

The notes of the instrument grew clearer and sharper, just as the sound of rain began outside, raindrops lightly tapping the window.

Cold sweat slowly seeped from Qian Weicheng’s brow, and his throat bobbed up and down like an olive in his mouth. He had already made a mistake; under the normal statutes of the New Realm Guard Alliance, he was meant to be punished. Yu Mengqing looked at him and quietly began to grow uneasy. Yet when she saw Ding Jingxi’s calm face, much of that unease faded.

Lindy was startled once more. Under such incomplete conditions, the Battle King claimed he could still open the Seven-Star Gate—unless one blasted the place apart first. But for the ancient land of guardians, even modern technology may not be able to blast it open with absolute certainty.

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Bei Luo Shimen’s brows knitted in concentration, and his whole body seemed to unleash wave after wave of qi. I felt the Sun-Moon Concubine’s breath catch, so I withdrew from his side at once. Once we stepped down, the Sun-Moon Concubine kept coughing, and I patted her back with a hurting heart.

What Sobel muttered drew a flicker of surprise from everyone. Did the disposal of obsolete robots truly need to be entrusted to the aid of the Celestial Fighters?

The snake Gao Liang had just caught was nonvenomous, edible, and quite substantial—enough for several of them—but they only had the stone blades they had made themselves. With no sharp knives, taking out its insides was difficult, and this became a real problem for Gao Liang.

His figure turned into a great white streak of light, cutting across the dark starry sky, and vanished into the distance.

Lu Shuangyang said helplessly, “This is an empire: rulers, in order to consolidate their authority, often remove those they believe are detrimental to imperial rule.”

Nicholas I of the Russian Empire sat in the highest hall of the palace, gazing at the distant night in silence. Behind him, his eldest son, Crown Prince Alexander, wore the same furrowed brow, watching his father with worry.

Fengde, for his part, felt deeply helpless. From the moment he received this assignment, to becoming Lingkong’s slave-servant, to helping suppress the Nether-River ghostlings with Lingkong and the others—none of it had been by his own will. Under such coercive force, Fengde had no better way to escape than to endure in silence.

“Elder Tian, do not blame yourself. The intruder’s cultivation is profound and unfathomable, bound by no ordinary prohibitions. It is no surprise that he could strike at the lower-ranked cultivators of Qiyun Mountain. The fault is not yours,” Zhang Huan said, holding back the qi surging up in him.

With a sudden sweep of her hand, Wei Zi sent all the Fierce Army soldiers stepping forward at once. Though they were not especially formidable, their average strength was already at the Early Silver level, and that single thrust of force hurled their light bodies more than a hundred meters away in an instant.

So Grandfather and Grandmother Tianfeng were to spend the New Year at Tian Ershan’s house first, and only then would Tian Dashan and Huang Meiying together bring the two elders back to their own home.