Chapter 42: The Neon Officer

"Are you saying I'm not mature enough?" Su Yin widened her intoxicating peach-blossom eyes, staring at You Zishi with a curious and innocent look.

It didn't matter anymore. Even if she lost, so what? It would just be losing once more. In any case, by stalling the opponent, the objective had been successfully achieved, and she also avoided the danger of marching deep into enemy territory alone.

"Could it be that someone among us seven old fogies leaked the news?" The broad-faced elder shuddered slightly as a possibility crossed his mind.

If something happened to Lin Yun that delayed his participation in the Sky-Refining Spiritual Altar Tournament, the consequences would be catastrophic. One must know that this year's Sky-Refining Spiritual Altar Tournament was an event of great importance to the high-ranking elders of the General Altar of Medicinal Herbs, and even the Alliance Master had personally inquired about it.

"It's already decided?" Liu Jiaojiao's face turned pale; she didn't dare to guess which family it was designated for. Did they ultimately lack that ties of fate after all?

All Bai Yuling and the others needed to do right now was to stall and buy as much time as possible. In three minutes at most, the dawn of victory would appear. As for launching attacks, they were completely unnecessary.

In a matter of breaths, all of Karasawa's monster minions were suppressed, falling right into the combat rhythm anticipated by their opponents.

Yet Ling Zuotian always felt this was far too terrifying, and might even lead him to self-destruction. Of course, this was merely a premonition; unless it was a matter of life and death, Ling Zuotian wouldn't dare to use it.

"Are you regretting this now?" Madam Fu looked resentfully at Fu Caihe. They had agreed to leave together.

Bai Yuling said slowly, as the condition of the Thunder Magical Beast from back then flashed through his mind once more, along with the changes in the Laurel Tree's soul after it plunged deep into the nightmare world.

Hearing this, everyone present gasped involuntarily. To possess such a vast space meant that the grade of this Right-Bi Star Jade must be exceptionally high.

Being required to go to the front lines meant the situation was dire—for instance, Cheng Village, which Su Fan was responsible for just two days ago. This time, the higher-ups had dispatched all of them there. Without even needing to think, one knew the severity of the crisis was beyond imagination.

Therefore, in the subsequent duels, the challengers didn't dare to be too arrogant. At the slightest sign of trouble, they would concede defeat. After all, although this fellow Ning Ye didn't kill people, he was truly infuriatedly annoying.

Three days later, Fang Zhongyong invited Master Ximen Liu to visit. Master Liu was a man of the world, and he was dismissive of Fang Zhongyong's proposal to consign furniture for sale in his shop. You, a mere country boy, what kind of sophisticated woodworking skills could you possibly have?

"..." Ye Qiu was left speechless. He had confidence in his own craftsmanship, but he still harbored deep doubts regarding his roommate's skills.

Later on, Old Man Xie used some unknown method to make that magistrate believe that the March Bistro was pulling the strings behind the scenes, which led to all the subsequent events.

"What are your plans for the next step then? We still have to stay here for about three years at least." Kai sighed and turned to ask Luna.

Yuan Jia's eyelids fluttered, allowing him to perceive a glimmer of light. He reached out, felt for the phone on the bedside table, and turned off the alarm.

"I didn't want to go home, and I only have a hundred yuan in my pocket, so I certainly couldn't afford a hotel! I had no choice but to sleep on the streets first, and I never expected to run into you here!" Lu Yi said with an excited expression.

A group of youths couldn't help but let their imaginations run wild. Champion Marquis Huo Qubing had led merely a few thousand cavalrymen and achieved the peerless feat of sweeping through Mobei and erecting stone monuments on Mount Langju. If one could lead thirty thousand cavalrymen, wouldn't that allow them to conquer the very ends of the earth? Yet why was Emperor Wu of Han, a sovereign of a generation, unwilling to grant him so many troops? Was he wary of Huo Qubing's achievements overshadowing his own master?

Jin Xiyao maintained a distance of over three hundred meters from the Throne of Judgment. The Throne of Judgment had also put away his pistol, focusing entirely on pursuing Jin Xiyao.

Her words were filled with a cunning, childish playfulness, while her brows faintly revealed a tenderness unique only to him. Once again, he pulled his wife into his warm embrace, burying his head deep into her charming, sea-weed-like curly hair, inhaling the fragrance of her locks.

Within the imperial harem, below the rank of Empress, there were four imperial noble consort ranks: Noble Consort, Pure Consort, Virtuous Consort, and Wise Consort. Although these four ranks carried the same official grade, there was still a distinction of superiority and inferiority; the titles placed earlier were always slightly more esteemed than those placed later.

Sister-in-law Jinyun naturally agreed. Living in the marquis's mansion, how could she not understand the precarious situation of the estate? However, her entire family consisted of the most humble servants of the mansion; even if they had their own thoughts, they were powerless to act upon them.

"I also wish to be enfeoffed overseas in the future, is that alright, Imperial Elder Brother?" Zhu Yousong blurted out abruptly.

Instead, such coquettish cries caused the raging fire in Kai Yang's eyes to burn even more fiercely. His slender and powerful arms firmly controlled Jiayu's struggling body, pulling her tightly against his chest.

"By the way, there is something I happen to want to tell you. I've met your former fiancé!" Long Qing said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that won't do. This is a rule set by our shopkeeper, and this humble person wouldn't dare to break it casually, otherwise I wouldn't be able to keep earning my living here." Li Shoucai remained calm and unhurried, replying politely.

The police officer was also taken aback; he hadn't expected someone to retort to him in such a manner. Anger welled up in his heart.

"Brother Feng, how is this spell of mine?" The giant looked down at Feng Yinqing. On that strange, silver face transformed from the mask of the Sword of Benevolence, boundless smugness was plastered across it.

"I truly regret coming here. Perhaps even the stench of those barbarians on the Enclave Plateau would be much better than this place." Pliris sighed and picked his nose.

"I said, don't say sorry to me. Between you and me, we really don't need to be so overly polite." Lin Chen's tone sounded somewhat sorrowful, and suddenly he felt as though he was drifting further and further away from Qin Yao.

"Nuofeng, did you see Leng Mufan today?" Mu Shiying felt somewhat awkward, so she attempted to break the silence inside the car. But the moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them—if Nuofeng hadn't seen Leng Mufan today, how could he have come here?

Punch after punch landed with the momentum of a violent storm. The Ape Demon had completely turned into a punching bag, utterly incapable of parrying as the fierce, brutal punches wreaked havoc across its body.

Her upper and lower lips kept moving as Ye Weiyang prepared to continue speaking, but an object suddenly appeared before her, successfully making her shut her mouth.

"Yixiao, you and Xuefeng flee north immediately. There is..." While attacking, Yun Muxing transmitted his voice via spiritual sense.

Ignoring Wang Rou, Li Guoliang pushed the plate containing the rice pastries closer to her. Only then did Wang Rou suddenly realize what she had just blurted out, and she offered a remedial smile as she chimed in.