66. Strife
The middle-aged man let out an enraged shout and lunged fiercely at Bai Zongnan, his arms spread wide like a ravenous wolf.
Bang, bang, bang...
Bai Zongnan was deeply conflicted inside. He had already experienced this scene before, yet he could not escape the conflict this time. It was, at its core, a pointless struggle.
The middle-aged man was formidable, but Bai Zongnan was faster. He found himself completely on the receiving end, unable to land a hit.
In just a short while, the fight shifted decisively.
Aunt Yang turned back and gave me a pat, and I immediately lay down obediently. The laughter just now had made me forget my pain, but now the numb, burning sensation surged back with a vengeance, like fire raging through my body.
Having already slipped away with Yuan Yiyi, he was still able to handle some logistics. How to proceed with e-commerce, how to build the platform—all of these were matters he could still influence.
Tang Yiling raised her golden Lis coin and gently pressed it to the black cat’s brow. As soon as the Lis coin touched the cat, it melted into a golden liquid and swiftly merged into the cat’s body.
Outside the city gates, a newly formed militia of over ten thousand was being drilled by Zhang Qing and the three Yue brothers.
He had originally joined the army because his parents couldn’t bear to see him sent to the countryside; they had pulled strings and spent money to secure him a place.
She had spent her whole life as a lady of a great household, always composed and elegant, never as disheveled as she was now.
Yet the reply she received was that Xia Jinxu had only just confirmed, and Tang Yuze was absolutely able to make it.
She had considered going along with him for fun, but on second thought, it was just a group of boys playing video games at an internet café. There didn’t seem to be much point in tagging along.
Bai Xingyi sat at her post, back ramrod straight. She didn’t want anyone to notice her disappointment.
Suddenly, the bandit felt a chill on his face and opened his eyes in an instant. He saw Ye Hao sitting by his bedside, holding a knife. The blade was so close he could feel its icy threat against his neck—there was no doubt Ye Hao could end his life at any moment.
“I suppose I should inform Miss Yang. After all, she is something of a counterweight.” Xu Feilong was not particularly pleased with his own foresight; as he walked, he pondered how best to achieve the desired outcome.
Of course, there was also Luo Yijing, who had stayed by his side unwaveringly from the beginning, but considering how nagging he was, it was best not to mention him.
After telling Xue Dan, who was running over, “Stay here and look after Long Tao, I’ll be right back,” he darted off toward another battlefield.
Shang Xuexiu finally raised her eyes. In the bright mirror at her dressing table, the figure behind her was no longer Song Mama, who had been painstakingly trying to advise her.
It was a heart-stirring symphony of ambush on all sides: the clamor of battle, thousands of soldiers shouting, ten thousand horses thundering, the wind and thunder rumbling, the wailing of ghosts and gods. In the midst of it all, one felt as if one stood on the battlefield, blades flashing cold, swords glinting with deadly chill.
“Tch.” Betty replied to Elsa with a short, scornful sniff. Whether in height or figure, this dazzling vixen was her rival twice over, and utterly unworthy of her attention.
The ensuing plot was a happy ending for all. Bubu declared she was willing to stay and help her friend, but seeing the look on Jack’s face—“just go away”—it seemed friendship was a one-sided affair.
Here, he experienced many new things he’d never tried before: climbing trees to take bird eggs, catching fish in the river, feeling for crabs in the shallow creek.
In the end, Alan broke free from the old beggar and hurried into the Brocade Pavilion. When the old beggar tried to follow, two tall, burly men threw him out.
After completing enrollment procedures in Professor Xiao’s office, Senior Du, upon seeing my sudden arrival, happily called the other two seniors to clear a space for me in the studio.
Who could have done all this? Helan Yao lowered her head, pondering. Aside from a few in the prime minister’s residence, no one would know she had injured her ankle. And who else would be so kind as to treat her wound?