Chapter 63: Extra 2 - Returning to Campus: The Meeting

Shi Qing wore a self-satisfied smile at the corners of his mouth. Wouldn't this be even better? After all, who would want their subordinates to be excessively patient and concealing?

He Huan had never expected Liu Yan to be so arrogant, and the feelings in his heart were also intricate and elusive. He scrutinized the Liu Yan before him, truly wondering whether this fellow was crazy or foolish, whether he genuinely possessed strength, or was simply putting on a facade of mystery to mislead others.

"Why?" Tang Jun asked. Mi Mengmeng looked distressed, covered her face, and wept. Tang Jun immediately asked how much money she needed, and she replied it was one hundred thousand yuan.

It was a bright and sunny morning, where the morning dew still lingered on the tenderness of the leaves, reluctant to depart. The warm sunshine awakened the dormant thoughts of all things in the world. Thus, every day began in this manner.

The New Year holiday was the golden season for commerce. Yu Zhe summoned his relatives and friends to gather for a meal at the Wuxinsi Grand Hotel, and even Diaka's family living in Agnew Village was notified. The gathering was scheduled for noon, and over a thousand people arrived successively. The boss greeted them one by one, and finally discovering that Diaka's family was absent, he gave her a call.

Fortunately, the three warhorses had suffered no mishaps during the ghostly dragon thralls' attack last night. These elegant and robust artiodactyls were leisurely wandering under a large pine tree, grazing on the fresh grass that was so rare to find outdoors at this time of year.

Whether during his past career as an adventurer or his current identity as a merchant, Du Luo had accumulated a considerable network of connections. Perhaps he could provide himself with a pleasant surprise.

You Jin was fine and could drink juice. There were plenty of good things in this tycoon's household; Yu Zhe retrieved a bottle of high-energy beverage from the drink cabinet, tasting it with relish while waiting for You Jin to speak.

He prepared to scout ahead first to see what was approaching before deciding on his next course of action.

"How did you realize that you liked me? Could it be because of that drunken incident?" Takuya Abe asked quietly.

"What do you mean? Yuan Hu, this Iron-Backed Bear was hunted jointly by our two soul-hunting troupes; this soul crystal does not belong to you alone!" Wang Lie said with resounding force.

Feng Lian felt that she was a thoroughly unqualified leader, as she had practically never managed any affairs within the troupe, leaving everything for Wen Jingxu and the others to worry about. Now, even if she wanted to find something to do for herself, there was nothing left.

Xue Qian was also somewhat gratified. That his son could repent and reform brought him genuine relief; he was still his good son.

A strange sensation bloomed within her body, melting her almost into a pool of water, and a flash of brilliant white light suddenly crossed her mind.

"We?" Feng Lian didn't quite understand. Could there be others? What on earth was going on here? Feng Lian wanted to ask, but Wu Feng had no intention of continuing his explanation.

Actually, saying this was merely to make her father feel a little better; she cared nothing for status or position.

Upon seeing this, Liang Shan did not feel a trace of mockery. As the saying goes, a man does not easily shed tears, except when he has reached the depths of sorrow. After listening to Mother Wu's account, the things Liang Shan could not figure out before now suddenly became crystal clear.

Zhang Zheng stopped as instructed. Although the dark figure's face was masked, Zhang Zheng was still able to determine from his voice and tone that this was Luan Feijie, whom he had seen that night.

The iron scaffolding, which had been thundering with cannon fire just moments before, instantly turned into a living hell. Those gunners who did not die immediately cried out in miserable agony, rolling amidst severed limbs and gushing streams of fresh blood.

The battle outside the city of Jindu was raging fiercely. Two armies were arrayed across the wilderness; the Ming army was the attacking force, while the Tatar army defended the city, with the open ground in between serving as the battlefield. The two armies engaged in a life-and-death struggle on the open field. The Ming army charged forward valiantly, while the Tatars stubbornly resisted the enemy to defend Jindu. The battlefield was in extreme chaos.

Innumerable subtle roaring sounds erupted instantly as two supreme sword qi beams collided with one another, and then both were mutually annihilated.

"It's all right, but there is still plenty of room for improvement. If I get the chance, I'll cook other dishes for you guys, and then you'll see," Gao Shiman boasted somewhat unblushingly.

Taking a pulse was the simplest thing imaginable for a physician, and a pregnancy pulse was especially easy to distinguish.

Proceeding toward the West Gate, she opened the map and discovered that about five kilometers outside the West Gate lay a very domineering place name: Dragon-Serpent Valley. One could surmise that such an imposing name surely harbored equally imposing monsters.

The knight of the pale golden horse made no reply; he leaped down from his horse's back as well, grasping a silver saber that trembled like water and engaging the burly man in combat.

Once the grand task was successfully completed, he looked at the super dog he had crafted with his own hands and nodded in satisfaction.

Meanwhile, Likong Xue, standing quietly behind him, twitched his ears, a trace of joy emerging in his expression.

Suddenly, silver light flashed, and set against the backdrop of the Cloud-Chasing Bow, the Wind-Hunting Set, and the Wind-Whisper Cloak, a tall and handsome archer appeared within Huaxiang's starry eyes.

A feeble voice drifted over, and Jiang Kairan turned his head to see Bai Zeyu and Hong Ziyao running after him, except that judging by their appearance, they looked as if they were on the verge of breathing their last.

He could never have imagined that the Xiao Yan before him would actually swallow the Dragon Scale Fruit whole in such a mad fashion. One must know that the Dragon Scale Fruit contained ancient dragon might; even at his peak condition, he could only slowly refine it by relying on external forces. Swallowing it whole like this defied imagination in its consequences.

In the distance, along the shores of Dongting Lake, stood the towering Bajun Pavilion—the tallest structure along that coastline.

Imperial-grade secret martial arts were not abundant in the Cloud Realm. Among the dozen or so imperial dynasties of the Central Continent, plus the five continents and twelve islands with any scale, the kingdoms qualified to employ king-grade martial arts numbered barely a hundred. The number of those completely preserved was even smaller, though if one added those passed down from other realms, the total was vast.