Chapter 66: Only Room for My Own Style [Bonus Chapter for Recommendation Votes]

Xing Jue dragged a distant stool over and sat down. The two of them were separated by three meters. Xing Jue spread his legs, his arms resting on his knees. “Next round, you’re going to eliminate Bai Yu.” It was not a question, but a statement.

Bai Yu was indeed talented, but his style was niche, not in line with the current public pursuit of truth, goodness, and beauty. After reading the script, Si Yao changed her mind and wanted...

I looked at Lin Wenxin’s message and grinned foolishly. At that moment, I finished up, tossed the cigarette, wiped myself, pulled up my pants, and prepared to leave.

However, everyone was intent on currying favor with Lu Fei, and once something was given, how could it be taken back?

“I need to see my second senior sister. If I don’t go up soon, she’ll be frantic. Please, let me speak with her for a few moments. I promise I’ll return within an hour.” Xun Yi’s gaze flickered, his steps slowing.

It really was about those weapons! Even if Helian Ye hadn’t told her details beforehand, she knew that the Prince had invited Helian Ye for the sole purpose of secretly forging a batch of powerful weapons. Otherwise, why bring someone of Helian Ye’s caliber?

A flash of hostility crossed Lu Fei’s eyes, and whatever faint goodwill he had previously felt toward Old Huang vanished instantly.

Despite everything, during their interactions, Shi Run felt that was his true self: stern at work, sometimes endearingly neurotic in life.

“How could there not be? According to legend, the Battle God Jia Xi and the Mage God Lu Ya followed the recorded route to the Sea of Death to break the seal, but never returned. So, all those who later achieved the title of Battle God or Mage God chose to be guided by the higher realm instead.”

Shi Run closed her eyes, lashes trembling lightly. Her arm was led by the man; she bent gently at the waist, her hips naturally pressed against his, only for a few seconds. She swung the club, and the ball flew away.

She strode upstairs, taking two steps at a time, stormed into the room, and light spilled into the bedroom draped in curtains. The smell of smoke and alcohol stung her nose.

Li Cunyue was afraid of hurting Zhou Yuanzi’s feelings and said awkwardly, “Sister Zhou, Jing Si was only focused on offering advice to the Prince to pacify the kingdom and forgot your concerns. Truly, it was rash of him!” He apologized to Zhou Yuanzi once again.

She barely managed to hold her head up, but after a while, she adapted and didn’t feel so burdened. Still, thinking about having to wear it all day during the ceremony made her head ache.

“Zi Qian, are you hiding something from us?” Her mother suddenly changed her tone.

Though it was still Sima Xiaotian, Yu Sheng, and Murong who busied themselves daily, the situation gradually turned in their favor.

“Jun Wuxie, what do you mean? What are you trying to do? I don’t want to sit in a wheelchair, I don’t want to—” No matter how fiercely Mo Xuanfei struggled, the Rui Lin soldiers carrying out their orders forcibly lifted him from the ground. His legs, bloodied, were dragged to the wheelchair, leaving a glaring trail of blood behind.

Xie Ban Gui’s heart trembled and his hand slowed for a moment, watching as the mingled blood seeped through the crack opened by the Fang Tian halberd and disappeared underground.

Jun Wuxie had already braced herself for pain, but the anticipated agony didn’t come. Instead, she found herself enveloped in a familiar, warm embrace, holding her tightly.

Within the city, the troops were restless and uneasy. Everyone speculated that Prince Ning was about to attack.

“This is a friend of mine from ‘Saint Lan’. If no one objects, let’s all get acquainted.” Ouyang Yingqi was a bit embarrassed; after all, this was their impromptu gathering, but Mi Xue had contacted her at the last minute and she could hardly refuse.

Currently, among all the players, those with bronze equipment either got it by defeating bosses and elite monsters, or from crafting.

Yuan Jinyu’s voice was hoarse. Thinking of the afternoon, she realized she’d been too ruthless. Her eyes reddened, and as she begged time after time, Mu Ze could not help but swallow hard.