Chapter 64: Spare the Flattery

Facing Su Meiqi’s question, Cao Mang replied indifferently.
“What could I possibly do? I’m just a humble bodyguard.”
Su Meiqi grew a little annoyed, pouting as she complained, “What kind of bodyguard are you? I don’t care, you have to think of a way…”
Cao Mang glared at her…
The Annals of the Yellow Emperor! These five words carried vast meaning for Ye Chen. In the ancient history of Huaxia, more than five thousand years ago, there was already the legend of the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan.
He appeared as an elderly man with hair and beard as white as snow, seated in meditation amid the void, a black sword without sheath or edge resting across his knees.
The rising temperature meant the protective barrier was slowly dissolving under the assault of flames; when the barrier finally shattered, that would be the moment they were all swallowed by the sea of fire.
The villagers had tied him up tightly and delivered him to the police station. Chu Jun held Mei Tian back from interfering. If they were handed over to the authorities, Guo Yi would be fine. The ignorant villagers, easily deceived, couldn’t distinguish truth from falsehood—perhaps this was the very path Guo Yi needed to walk.
“That’s it, just look at me like that—it’s much more interesting this way.” Ling Zhi looked at Chu Jiangmo’s eyes, burning with hatred, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Xiao Huohuo might be powerful now, taking the lead by a good margin, but Xiao Yan believed he could catch up. As long as he worked hard, talent and diligence would eventually bring success—this truth Xiao Yan understood well.
Nalan Yanran gazed down at Meng Yiran with contempt, a smile on her lips that carried a hint of wickedness.
He picked up his wooden lot: number four, which meant he’d fight in the third round. Night Rain Scar examined his companions’ lots in turn, and was startled by what he saw.
Chu Jiangmo’s gaze remained icy—speaking of others’ sorrows, he showed not the slightest trace of pity.
Xiang Tianba’s men followed the suspicious man but found nothing amiss; the man left Yuanwei Restaurant and went to a brothel, likely just unable to restrain his own desires.
Wesley’s words from before were still etched in her mind, leaving her with a lingering sense of anxiety and apprehension.
Knowing she wouldn’t enter if he stayed, Luo Jun called out to her, then turned and got into the car, starting the engine.
The development level was not much different from the previous city—perhaps even more backward. Traces of war’s devastation could still be faintly seen.
Ni Yexin, as she spoke, pulled out a jade bracelet from her person, then a pair of earrings, followed by silver hairpins and bangles—a whole heap of jewelry, each piece laid out on the table.
This time, Chu Xiaochen finally shifted her long-unfocused gaze, and her eyes settled on that face.
Lei Ying cast a glance at Yu Hao, then tossed his sword to Li Yue. Li Yue caught it and nodded at Lei Ying.
In the audience below the stage, many couples who had come to the concert together naturally reached out and held each other’s hands.
After speaking, she ignored the other two and walked straight into the back hall. Not until half an incense stick later did she return to the main hall.
He was already this way despite his lack of learning; if he ever grew diligent, what hope would remain for others? So in a way, he was doing good deeds—just playing around. Taking things too seriously would be far too cruel to the rest.
Had it not been for Zhao Yanjing’s men arriving in time, she would have been taken to Jiang Yiyun’s new boyfriend, and perhaps would never have seen Lin Sheng and his son again in this life.
In fact, during the final strike against Zhang Yifan earlier, Akela had also sustained some internal injuries, but he had suppressed them. Now, with no one around, he could no longer contain it—a mouthful of dark blood burst forth.
“With your feeble talent, you think you could escape? Aren’t you embarrassed to say that? When you go out into the world someday, don’t tell anyone you’re my disciple. Hmph!” Noxus was so infuriated by Akela that he could only grumble helplessly.