Chapter 89: Layers of Coincidence
A little less than half an incense stick before the uncle arrived at the Wang residence, he ran into a roadside fortune-teller in Crescent Moon City.
Most proper disciples of immortal sects usually turned a blind eye to swindling charlatans, and the uncle had not taken the gaudily dressed fraud to heart. The trouble was that the white-bearded quack in gray robes and dark glasses insisted on stopping him and prattling on about one thing and another.
“Sir, please wait. You look beset by misfortune. Have you lately felt that nothing goes your way?” the quack said, holding a bright and garish yellow banner in front of the uncle and adjusting his sunglasses with feigned gravity.
The young uncle tried to go around the man blocking his path, only to find that the bearded swindler followed him step by step like a piece of sticky candy. With no other choice, he could only wave a hand and say:
Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling exchanged a glance, each seeing surprise in the other’s eyes. It seemed Sister Zhen really had fallen for their master. The power of love was truly great; otherwise, given Sister Zhen’s former temperament, she would never have come to ask them about such things.
Li Longji understood that Xiao Jiangyuan wanted him to pull himself together under pressure, but he could not do it. He even felt that perhaps someone like him, an emperor, should have died long ago. For him, dying on the picturesque Qingcheng Mountain might not have been a bad ending.
“Hey, Ye Kaicheng, didn’t you say last time you’d let me see the gun? Where is it? Bring it out and let me have a look.” Xu Zuoyan suddenly remembered that when his hand had been cut, Ye Kaicheng had promised that once his injury healed, he would let him play with the gun for a bit. Instantly, he grew excited.
Wu Lai led the way, with Zhang Hao close behind. The two entered the cave one after the other. Inside, Black Tiger acted as though he owned the place, his eyes lofty and superior, like a king surveying his own domain.
He appointed Yao Chong, Song Jing, Zhang Shuo, and Zhang Jiuling as chancellors, trusting them without suspicion and giving them the widest stage on which to display their talents. In this way, Great Tang set chaos aright, politics became clear and upright, all things that had fallen into ruin were renewed, the realm grew stable and prosperous, and in the end it became the single peak of Chinese history.
This was the method Magic Duke had concluded would work after careful thought. As long as someone joined Wu Si’s research institute and still remained a member of the Superpower Alliance, Magic Duke could learn from them what force stood behind Wu Si.
Ye Xingtian kept telling himself again and again in his heart that Bai Zihua was a man, but at this moment he found that he could no longer quite convince himself.
In the sky, Meng Mie and the five members of Dong Xingtian were slain by thunderfall. Below, Qinglin and Qingling were stabbed to death by Yaohuan Ge. Far away, countless soldiers numbly swung the weapons in their hands, cutting into the enemy’s bodies while enduring the enemy’s attacks, slowly falling one by one and becoming meat shields for the comrades behind them.
“Come on, let’s take a look,” said Mo Mo, walking around. The well was not very narrow, but its range was limited, and there was nothing worth exploring.
“That was just to fool Madam Zhong. My dad doesn’t have that much free time to come over,” Ye Kaicheng said with a smile, pinching Xu Zuoyan’s cheek.
Seeing this, Gao Zhiping clasped his hands and said to Dou Jingyan, “If that is so, you go first.”
To his surprise, Dou Jingyan smiled faintly and said, “A guest from afar should be shown courtesy. You go ahead.” Having said that, she walked off on her own toward where her mount was tied, took a plain longbow from the horse’s back, slung on her quiver, and came toward Gao Zhiping.
She subconsciously looked up at him and saw that he was still smiling, meeting her gaze as it came to him. Then she lowered her eyes again.
The Great Elder received no answer from Yun Tian, and his expression suddenly changed. Raising a hand, he sent a wave of force flying toward Yun Tian.
Huzi could not wait and picked up his chopsticks to夹 a slice of wild ginger and pepper. After biting into it, his eyes lit up.
The feeling was like... the first heavy snowfall suddenly descending in winter, mercilessly extinguishing the one small flame that had finally managed to kindle amid the ice and snow.
Wang Meitu kept thanking them repeatedly. Secretly, she had already resolved to help them boost sales. But when she thought that the final sales might all be counted toward Ouyang Lili’s name, she hesitated.
Ying Zheng, is your first general, the God of Slaughter, really only capable of this much? If so, this king advises you to go back. With so little ability, you still want to take my Eastern Sea? What do you take my Eastern Sea for? The blue crystal dragon said proudly in the air.