Chapter 51: What Do You Want Me to Do?

Zhou Minzhi released Wen Li's hand and sat back down to take a sip of tea. "I went to see Qi Rui just a little while ago. The poor boy looks severely injured. Having lost his parents at a young age, Elder Qi had a hard time raising him, and now, at such a tender age, he has gotten himself into this kind of trouble."

Zhou Minzhi's words were quite euphemistic; it was not just that he "looked" injured—he was undeniably hurt to the point of never waking up again.

Casting a glance at Wen Li, Zhou Minzhi smoothly brought up Zhou Huaiqing. "Huaiqing has always been a composed person, but this matter was indeed handled rather improperly by him. No matter what, he shouldn't have injured someone to this extent. How are his father and I supposed to face..."

Manager Wang did not expect Zhou Fan to be utterly unfazed by his threat, actually managing to laugh out loud at a time like this.

"Master, actually, we don't need to be so bored," Yue Tianfei suddenly remembered something at that moment and said to Bai Feng.

Li Shimin looked at the two veteran generals who had stepped forward to request battle and said, "Junji, rise first." Hearing this, Hou Junji knew that Li Shimin still had no intention of employing him. A flash of resentment crossed his heart as he stood up and walked back to his seat.

Shen An shook his head, feeling that this matter had to be handled slowly. Once the troop training bore fruit, it would naturally cause the Emperor and the chancellors to look at him in a new light. By then, whether it was expanding the forces or converting them into the Imperial Guard, it would be much easier.

"However, once you grow stronger, aside from no longer being able to use corn husks, you will still be able to thoroughly beat them at their own game. As for me, I won't restrict battles between you supreme divine generals," Bai Feng added immediately, leaning close to Wang Ze's ear with a smile.

"Master, the item has been chosen. A super yo-yo—dealing with this fellow with this will definitely be interesting," the Tyrant Spirit's voice suddenly rang out.

After just a few interactions, he was confident he could reduce Mao Xu into a spineless official who would fawn and beg for mercy in front of him.

The Myriad Ghosts Immortal Master sneered inwardly within his heart, then turned around to mark the directions in the surroundings, selecting another location perfectly suited for raising corpses.

"Tyrant Spirit, Fat Zhao is acting so mischievous now—did you teach him that?" Bai Feng questioned the Tyrant Spirit directly at this point.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry for An Bai, and unconsciously leaning her body forward, she eagerly awaited her adoptive father's reply.

Up to this point, the position of champion remained vacant, and the battle between Lin Shu and Lei Yuan had unexpectedly fallen to the very last.

***

Hongluan was utterly bewildered. Though she did not understand what they were discussing, she sensed it involved serious matters, so she looked at her younger sister with deep concern, then turned to the Marquis of Xuanwu, who appeared to have been provoked.

When Zheng Ziwei was snatched away by Qin Lin, and the latter even intended to make her Empress of the Anguo, a ripple had stirred in his heart; after the bloodshed in the imperial city last night, and with his royal father ascending the dragon throne today, his confidence in this matter grew even stronger.

For instance, Lü Dongbin naturally did not want Fairy He to return, hoping to let her take refuge in the mortal realm. However, Fairy He was clear-headed; Han Ning was both the liaison and the inspector. If this were reported to the Jade Emperor, none of them would have a peaceful life. Therefore, she insisted on returning, though little did she know that Han Ning had not complicated the matter to that extent.

The two-thousand-meter hull of the Pathfinder-class cruiser instantly pierced clean through the hall, and massive chunks of crystalline ice came crashing down like a torrential rain.

The black stones split into the low-one approach below the left star point—a strategically crucial focal point that commanded the attention of the entire board. The brilliance of the white stones' outer influence in the upper left instantly dimmed by half.

He looked listless, slouching halfway over the table with one hand propping up his chin, staring in a daze at the gourd.

Thus, the matter of Big Corn was also settled: the wedding was tentatively set for August. Ceremony only, consummation forbidden.

Deep down, many could sense that the contract brought by that medal carried a certain sense of mission, as if it were a grand plan formulated by some deity—"The Unicorn shall follow its companion to save the world from peril." This was the final imprint the medal left within his mind.

Only the top wealthy university in the East District, namely Geng Haozhi's Tiancheng University of Technology, not only failed to rank in the top ten, but actually sat at the very bottom as the last, placing two thousand eight hundred and thirty-sixth.

I was already stunned by everything before my eyes. Chai Wang smiled and strode out the door, looking as though this wasn't his first or second time here.

Those three reed tubes were exceedingly bizarre. Although there was no wind at the moment, three ripples began to spread across the surface of the lake.

"When he gets back, tell him to come to my office," Brother Gua instructed upon hearing this, then turned and walked back into his office.

"Are you an idiot? Why aren't you dressed yet?" When Jing Lichen finished dressing, Jiu'er was still lying on the bed daydreaming.

The moment Zhou Xiru saw this scene, her face immediately blossomed with smiles. Staying in a place like this suited her desires completely.

***

"If you don't drain every drop of blood out of this lord today, you're a son of a bitch," Old Zheng said weakly, but with formidable momentum.

In the deep autumn of the north, the weather had already turned cold. Zuo Quan was naked from the waist down, his body trembling continuously along the way, his teeth chattering incessantly.

"Eh, it sounds like I heard snoring." Biting her finger, Jiu'er walked on tiptoes, turned around, and swept her bright eyes across the surroundings.

"Red Thread, what are you looking at?" It was the voice of Abbess Tanyun. Turning her head, she saw Tanyun and the Old Ancestor looking at her. She walked over to the two of them and told them about the tremor she had just felt and the dream she had experienced.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he spoke concisely: "The reason I gathered you here today is to reward you for successfully passing the academy assessments."

Unanimously, everyone lunged at Su Qinyue, some grabbing her hands and others grabbing her feet, before tossing her up into the air.

Ling Yue retrieved the outer robe she had refined last night from her spatial storage and slipped it on. It was an ordinary white robe, just loose enough to conceal the clothes she was currently wearing.

Zhu Houzhao and the court officials went to Yongping Prefecture to welcome them. Along the way, military banners fluttered and the sound of hooves thundered. Ever since the Crown Prince's Manor established a foothold in Qingtucheng, the Ming Dynasty's shortage of horses had been alleviated. The stalwart soldiers, fine weaponry, and invincible military bearing filled the people of the Ming Dynasty with a sense of security.

"Eat and sleep, sleep and eat—they simply don't give Moran a chance to fully wake up, do they?" Ling Yue feigned an aggrieved expression.

Before you even notice the poisonous snake silently approaching, it is already flicking its tongue around you, yet there is nowhere left to escape. Knowing full well that someone was framing her and that she had done no wrong, she found herself unable to speak in her own defense.

As soon as Lou Guan sat down, he drank cup after cup of water, nearly drinking straight from the teapot spout. He only stopped after gulping down several cups in a row.