Chapter 95: This Man Is Tough All Over

Xiao Kaiyun held the hickory nut, watching Lu Jianwei’s receding figure with growing guilt. She had wanted to ask Gu Huaizheng how he treated Lu Jianwei, but their acquaintance was too shallow for such a personal question, and the words never came out.

Fortunately, their homes were not far apart. She resolved to keep a closer eye on that side. If Lu Jianwei suffered any grievance or was harmed by Gu Huaizheng, she would rush over immediately to comfort and rescue her.

What a torment!

Xiao Kaiyun was truly distressed beyond measure.

Lu Jianwei—

Lin Xuan was unaware that her feelings for Zheng Zhaoyi were merely the restless stirrings of youthful infatuation. Yet Lin Xuan believed he loved Zheng Zhaoyi; that they genuinely loved each other. It was Wu Fan, the villain, who could not bear to see them happy and mercilessly tore them apart.

Thus, although many ninjas lurked nearby, Lin Xuan felt even safer. After all, they posed little real threat and served as a shield for Shu Yun, blocking the pursuing ninjas from unleashing their jutsu.

The next day, Shen Wan rose twenty minutes earlier than usual. After breakfast, she and Xie Jingyan left the mansion, not heading to the Marquis of Pingyang’s estate, but directly to the city gate to wait for Shen Du.

Such great sacrifice would, in a year’s time, yield a cadre of warriors approaching the ranks of generals.

“By the way, how should I address you? Let’s not be so distant. You can call me Aguan or Stanley,” Guan Jingpeng finally stopped laughing after a while and said. As they talked, the awkwardness between them lessened considerably.

Wang Luyuan’s family, along with Huijue, Guangfa, and Master Shui, naturally traveled by carriage.

Can you imagine the vast empty grassland suddenly overrun by a surge of bull-headed monsters? The overwhelming force of their advance would surely frighten the faint-hearted to tears.

“How could you have this blade? It’s impossible for you to possess it,” Ma Chusheng still couldn’t fathom.

“No problem. Those traitors believe we’ve been struck by a plague,” Nannali said with a faint smile as she spoke of the war. Clearly, the elves now held the upper hand.

Finally back home, Zhou Bai couldn’t help but sigh. His mother, Bai Shengnan, beamed with joy as she looked at her weary son. All the words she wanted to say melted into a tight embrace.

Soon after, two guards sprinted over from afar and immediately set up a cordon before the elevator.

“It’s my turn!” Bronze Owl Ghost Marshal’s expression was stern. He leapt forward, wielding a heavy staff that came crashing down with immense force.

Clearly, the head of Aroniro, submerged in the red liquid, was seen as a vulnerability. Indeed, Aroniro’s abilities were godlike, but this also meant his true form was quite fragile.

Who would have thought that stepping out of the temporal gate would bring such extremes—bright sun hanging high, yet feather-like snow drifting through the air.

Moses Di Maestiris watched the paper in her hand slowly burn to ash. Without that document, the contract would be void. Even if she killed Sen Yun Di Luotian now, it would be futile, for she would gain none of the money or possessions owed to her.

“That’s good,” Heshen said, then turned and walked back to his seat amid the stunned gazes of those present.

Looking closely, Heshen saw Di Xiao no longer relying on brute force; the Zhongzong Qi radiated from within, enveloping his entire body. Although several meters apart, Heshen could still feel the heat and an indescribable lethal aura.

Just as she was despairing, a dark corridor suddenly extended an arm, pulling her inside. Before she could see clearly, a thick curtain was drawn over them.

Ganso spoke coldly but maintained basic politeness. Yet the discomfort in Ganso’s heart cast a somber shadow over the atmosphere.

Banquets always bore the weight of political undertones, whether among the elite or the common folk. Their nature remained the same; only the ultimate aims differed.