Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Damned Sensitive Words

When Chao Yong spoke in this manner, Su Yuanjing found himself agreeing as well. The fall of the Song Dynasty was inevitable, and being the subject of a wise emperor was far better than serving a foolish one.

The feeling of her arm hooked through his was actually quite pleasant, though his thin skin made him feel rather embarrassed.

Fang Wen, energized and holding a cup of black tea, propped her feet up on the office desk, watching a news bulletin on the side television.

After Yanfu Palace was completed, Zhao Ji usually resided there, along with most favored concubines who also moved in. Only the empress and some of the older consorts remained in the imperial palace.

“I hope my worries are unnecessary. Tathagata, take care of yourself, or do not blame me for being ruthless!” Hongjun Daozu muttered softly, then stepped forward to the passage leading outside. He glanced back at the cocoons of light enveloping Sun Li and Sun Wukong, and with a flicker, slipped into the corridor.

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“Five million a piece, choose as you like, no bargaining. Whether what’s inside is good or bad depends on your luck, my friend,” the vendor said.

Suddenly, Lin Xiao lunged at them again, this time with six bodies, each charging toward them. The two men’s expressions changed dramatically, clearly misunderstanding Lin Xiao’s intentions, thinking he was about to attack them once more.

Her willow brows arched, apricot eyes wide, gripping her Sun and Moon twin blades, prepared to rush down and take out Xie Tianlin. At that moment, Xiao Di grabbed her arm.

“Don’t you recognize me? We met at the Manaus military camp!” Hao Ren sneered.

“Remember, Ji Xiaohan will definitely investigate your background. But rest assured, your history has been thoroughly wiped clean. From the moment you leave, you must play your role perfectly. And from now on, we are enemies!” Ji Lin warned her with a sinister smile.

She twisted the door handle and found the door locked from the other side. She smiled, then raised her foot and kicked it down. Last time she’d managed to break down a solid wood door—this was just a bathroom door, so it was hardly a challenge.

Xu Yuanfang took a mask from his backpack and put it on. After some thought, he put on two more, and even considered a fourth, but his ears hurt too much, so he gave up.

Ning Wanxi was used to his boasting, but he actually had the ability to back it up. The dazzling moves he just displayed were truly impressive—so this was ancient martial arts, stirring and exhilarating.

“Really? You truly have no objections? You’re not insisting I marry someone of equal status?” Li Muchan still found it hard to believe. His parents were so easygoing—it felt almost unreal.

Life is precious, and everyone fears death and wants to survive. All the more so for Chairman Hao, who stood at the pinnacle of fame and fortune; his voice trembled, betraying his fear.

Yet he knew, once he lent out the money, it would likely never be repaid. The money was one thing, but being bullied like this was enough to die from anger.

After the flight attendant left, He Lingyu brought the “heart” to her nose and sniffed—it had a faint fragrance, probably folded from scented paper.

After finishing, the woman in the image suddenly looked over at me, her gaze icy cold, her body drenched in blood, the blade in her hand stained with red as well.

The three, all former special forces, were skilled and experienced, having completed many missions together. Their teamwork was impeccable, and after ten minutes, they cleared the zombies blocking their path and reached the elevator.

As soon as they stepped out of the main hall, Dongfang Danran and Yan Yi’s faces changed dramatically, a flash of fear passing through their hearts.

“To become a professional gambler—I’ve thought about it for a long time, and today I finally made my decision.” Winter had no idea what Yi Tian was planning, so he started with his intention to be a gambler.

Facing the sword, Hao Bai was unfazed. He gathered a thread of spiritual energy on his finger and flicked it gently against the incoming blade.

“Hmph! If this happens again, let him die here if necessary, but don’t let it interfere with my important affairs.” Guo Huaxing ignored Zhen Hao’s explanation, looked up at the sky in displeasure, and spoke coldly.

Du Bin’s expression was unlike usual, as if he had something difficult to say. In my memory, he was never that type; he always spoke directly, and his words were easy to listen to.

Only then did I feel anxious. His gaze was as deep as churning seawater, lips pressed tightly, his expression resolute.

“Oh, don’t be so enthusiastic—I can’t handle it.” Zhang Fan grinned mischievously, then went back to grinding through the game.

“Everyone off the bus. We’re going to search at five hundred meters altitude, then move up to one thousand meters. Understood?” Yi Tian ordered.

“It’s fine, I’ll have someone investigate. If what you say is true and the Shui family dares to trouble you, my sword won’t show mercy!” Long Aotian gave a cold laugh.

Some ancient Jewish legends say the Ark of the Covenant housed the “source of knowledge.” On its golden lid are two winged angel statues. In these legends, the unique talent of winged angels is knowledge—is this mere coincidence?

However, her eyes gradually grew resolute. She drew her throwing knives and began advancing toward the king, step by step. In everyone’s eyes, Wu Yuqian’s figure darted back and forth, like a stretched shadow. At the far end, several knives were tightly gripped in her hand.

Zhao Ziyi truly did not disappoint those who believed in him. His perfect album burst onto the scene, and in just over half a month, his followers soared from thirty or forty thousand to well over a hundred thousand. His popularity climbed rapidly, showing the makings of a top-tier solo singer, rivaling those from Korea.

Watching the enormous iron ox charge through and crush the wooden ox to splinters, no one dared doubt now that the extraordinary youth before them was indeed the direct heir of the Heike family’s master engineer.

The monkey made a huge blunder and followed Bull Demon King and others back to Water Curtain Cave. Yet waiting for him was not the celebration of victory, but two chilling presences.