Chapter 35 Class Beauty Zhao Lili

“If you ever run into trouble, just come to my husband. He’ll take care of everything for you.” Zhao Lili glanced around and spotted Ye Feng sitting in the corner, a smile curling at her lips.

“Ye Feng, you’re here. How did you end up like this after all these years?” Zhao Lili walked over to him, giving him a once-over while sneering inwardly.

She remembered how Ye Feng had rejected her in the past...

“So, aside from this lead, did you discover anything else?” With no other options, Tang Long pressed Li San further.

A blinding white light suddenly pierced the night sky, sharp and chilling to the bone.

Zhang Liang, unmoved by the current gesture of goodwill, kept his eyes fixed on the middle-aged man. He still couldn’t figure out which faction this man belonged to.

The Eighth Prince was the current King of Silver Moon’s son, eighth in line, named Junjie. Prince Ren was the brother of King Lyon, named He Zhongguang. The two had concealed their identities to meet in the capital of Milai, each sent by their own country—not as friends.

Zhu Sansi spoke at length, and finally everyone understood: the Demon-Slaying Sword left by the founder had given rise to the Myriad Sword Burial, the origin of the myriad sword techniques, and this weapon could easily disturb the mind.

The blood raven’s death was spectacular—its armor and cloak exploded, and even its remains dissolved into a cloud of black mist.

After wandering for a bit and getting a sense of the local prices, Wang Chen quickly sold off all the white gear he no longer needed.

“This is a hundred-year-old wild ginseng. It’s exactly what I need to treat him. Without this wild ginseng, I really wouldn’t be able to cure the cancer! But now that it’s here, I have full confidence the patient will recover!” Lin Weiwei declared.

Zhang Liang raised his sword, the force of its intent preceding the blade itself. The air suddenly grew much colder.

Taishi Ci made no mention of this matter at all. As one of the later rising stars, he knew his perspective wasn’t broad enough, and he also believed Wang Chen, the acting magistrate, couldn’t possibly be that naive!

“How strange, it’s so quiet.” Beiyan Yi Ren watched for a long while, but saw no one moving outside the tent.

They strolled along the bustling street, lined with shops on both sides, snacking and playing as they went—grilled Boston lobster, fried meatballs, Korean fried chicken, barbecue, and all manner of desserts, drinks, and icy treats. Their mood was completely relaxed.

Shakyamuni once again journeyed to the very end of time and the universe, where he found that the celestial star was a ball of flickering light, shrouded in a faint gray silhouette.

“If I’d known, I would have sipped more slowly!” Ye Kai glanced at the stone jar in his hand, filled with a bit of regret.

The spring playoffs—swept in spite of an eighteen-game winning streak. Those scenes remained vivid and unforgettable.

Her eyes fixed on the approaching carriage, as if she already knew Qiu Qiu was inside. She stubbornly resisted, letting out muffled cries.

Liu Daquan had spent the whole day following Qiu Qiu, several times wanting to say something to her, but the moment never seemed to come.

“Human, you are quite perceptive. Please come with us,” the ghostly captain said with a sinister nod.

Within the Council Hall, chimes sounded and zithers and flutes played; delicacies were laid out, elegant vessels were set in order, and everyone raised their cups in merriment.

This was precisely within Xia Xu’s expectations. As Zhou Shuren once said, the people of this nation have always favored moderation—if you wish to open a window, you must first propose tearing down the roof.

The four lieutenants’ faces froze. Elder Wei and Old Lady Hua were too domineering, ignoring Xu San, Mo Wuxin, and Elder Qu, intent on keeping all the treasures for themselves.

“What a wonderful aroma! It seems I really do have a gift for cooking!” Night Burial exclaimed, marveling at the roast chicken in his hand, seemingly oblivious to Sasuke’s presence.

Lin Xuemei handed the freshly washed goji berries to Yu Xuan. “Sister Xuan, didn’t you already have dinner? Why are you still...” Meier asked curiously, since Yu Xuan was never known to be greedy.