Chapter 42: The Fool
"I am!" Lu Jianwei nodded.
The attendant was extremely cordial. "Comrade Lu, just now, Comrade Xu from the city came by. He plans to invite you both to dine at the state-run restaurant. When you weren't around, he asked me to relay the message. At 3 o'clock this afternoon, a car will come to take you both to the pier, so please don't leave early."
"Alright." Lu Jianwei thanked her and, in passing, handed her two pieces of White Rabbit milk candy. "These are our wedding sweets!"
Kusanagi Kyō, burning with anger, had seen a modest boost in his strength, but even now he was likely no match for Ryo Sakazaki—at best, he possessed only half of the Absolute Domain's power. Yet even with this, it was more than enough to defeat Yuri Sakazaki, who was next to take the stage.
Su Dai's lips trembled, unable to form words, her eyes shimmering with tears—a pitiful, deeply aggrieved sight.
Dou Dou sighed and described the scene in full detail, provoking another round of gasps from the others.
Half the zombies inside the school had already been dealt with earlier, and the other half were still locked up on the playground. Thus, the stretch to the front gate was entirely safe.
How could such a godlike man ever fall for someone like Sunny, who couldn't even write her own name?
Witnessing this, the city lord was utterly unprepared for how matters had escalated. He had assumed, even if the opponent was a martial arts expert as Zhu Wushuang described—a grandmaster of the martial world, perhaps—he never expected such overwhelming power.
This purple ginseng was exceptionally rare. Changsun Rou had said that apart from this batch, there would be a long wait for another harvest, certainly too late for the upcoming Ten Kingdoms Tournament.
I couldn't return last night and failed to let you know ahead of time, leaving you worried all night. That was wrong of me, and I must sincerely apologize. But I also want to make it clear: I truly didn't do it on purpose, nor did I think it didn't matter, and certainly not because you're unimportant.
Alas, no matter how extraordinary his intellect, how remarkable his abilities, or how vast his wealth, faced with what had already transpired, he was powerless. No matter what he gave, he could never make up for the pain his sister had endured.
This also reflected the grave progression of events, the final outcome hinging on whether they would accept the impending changes—each locale developing in its own unique way.
Now, there was no need for Jia Han to say anything more. The soldiers aboard the massive ship with him all understood—they had sighted land. Cheers burst forth, soaring to the sky.
A horrifying scene unfolded. The raging energy and enchanted talismans unleashed by the Yellow Turban soldiers melted away in the face of the black mist, just as snow vanishes before a blazing fire. Within moments, the black vapor had all but obliterated their fighting spirit.
After putting down the Phantom Step manual, Ye Zheng picked up the bracer-like object, asking Liu Chengfeng and the other if they knew what it was and what made it so unusual.
Even if this man was a skilled martial artist, she believed her strength surpassed his, and she would certainly be able to capture him—unless, of course, something went unexpectedly wrong.
Tens of thousands of massive crossbow bolts, trailing ghostly afterimages, thundered from the enormous repeating ballistae. In an instant, as if leaping straight through space, they soared from the city walls and appeared above the heads of the Xiongnu cavalry.
"Look how anxious you are—just wait patiently," Zhang Xiaofeng said gently, resting his head on Zhao Mengqi's shoulder. Gazing up at the blue sky, the wide sea, he thought of the happiness that still awaited them.
Fighting in space was an awkward affair. Even with the added gravity in the core module, it was easy to lose one's sense of direction.
"I seem to recall someone won a bit of money on a bet just now..." Xiao Haochen glanced at Liu Yu, then picked up his teacup, pretending to savor the tea.