33 Luanmu Flower

Doyle, naturally unwilling to admit defeat, pulled Savin, insisting on another match. Seresie came over to persuade him, saying, “Big brother, I really can’t beat Savin; he’s gotten so powerful now!” The tone in Seresie’s voice was full of admiration for Savin, which made Doyle’s teeth ache with jealousy.

I understood perfectly well that she wasn’t here merely to vent to me, so I silently nodded, signaling her to continue.

Even the usually enchanting and elusive Water Princess was momentarily stunned—she hadn’t expected such shamelessness from an Immortal Lord in the Celestial Realm.

Qi Wei explained to him what flattery to death meant, revealing how Zou Chunfang’s affection was actually harming him.

But the white light did not strike Zhang Tianxiang. At that moment, for reasons unknown, Zhang Tianxiang suddenly appeared behind Nolan and struck him directly in the back with his right palm.

He then led them all the way to the flower hall, where a platter of exquisitely crafted Osmanthus cakes was laid out on an eight-immortal table.

Suddenly, an angry shout rang out: “All of you, get lost!” Something was thrown against the door, clearly aimed at them, causing the culprits to hurriedly retreat further away.

A soft green glow illuminated the scene, symbolizing hope and rebirth amid chaos. Only then did I realize this power was emanating from a sword without a sharp edge.

Xue Xin tried to push me away with force, but it was useless. I slowly lifted my lips toward hers. The scene mirrored exactly what had happened a year ago—only then, Xue Xin and I had not kissed, marking a shared regret between us. But this time, it was different.

Yang Qingqing sighed as she was led directly by a maid from the Crown Prince’s residence to the courtyard prepared for her. As for the wedding ceremony itself, it was not her turn.

“Of course, I’ll be where my husband is on our wedding night!” Ying Ni’s voice was faint yet clear.

I hesitated. The other party was Yu Hai, and I simply lacked confidence. Besides, if I truly hurt Yu Hai, Yu Xin would never forgive me. I already owed her too much.

“Dongfang Yue got you the official position; you should thank him yourselves!” Zhao Shuo glanced at the two of them.

Xi Bai appeared like a deity descending from the heavens. His sudden, overwhelming presence momentarily intimidated the attacking players, allowing him to rush to Zhou Dian’s side unchallenged for a time.

“What’s wrong with you all…” Ding Shengwu’s eyes darkened. From their words, he sensed information he wished he didn’t know.

Xia Yu dreamed of a warm embrace filled with a faint scent of tea wrapping around her. She couldn’t recall where she was, but remembered that it was the scent of Old Zhao Jiu.

The two of them went to the dining hall, where Fang Zhen and others were gathered around eating breakfast. Seeing Qianli, they immediately invited her over.

The vast park was bustling with people, yet those two were not celebrities. Where could one find them?

The next day, Long Yi held a meeting to inform everyone of the recent events and to consider Zuma’s proposal.

Yesterday’s events had been so sudden that even now, it felt like a dream.

Even Shen Yibin, who had gifted Mr. Cha with a bottle of Monkey Wine, shamelessly asked Mr. Cha to open it immediately and share it on the spot. He would never have been willing to share it with so many.

If Marlin only brought 10,000 troops, then after defeating Henry VII, France’s 20,000 troops along with most of Edward’s French forces could easily suppress Marlin’s 10,000 and Edward’s remaining 2,000 to 3,000 troops. In that case, France could directly annex England through a single battle.

Landing took considerable effort. With the help of construction workers, the enormous 58-meter-long timber was finally felled at the designated spot.

I thought, could your urine really promote plant growth? Malfurion had just fertilized the peace lily and was now busy again. He had just climbed up the flowerpot of the lucky bamboo and was urinating into it.

The Joseon king had only 20,000 troops. With the 3,000-plus brought by Ryu Seong-ryong and the 2,000-plus hurriedly brought by Kwon Yul, the total was less than 30,000—unable to gather more forces.

The answer was yes. If Lei Yiyi refused to be a behind-the-scenes figure, he would have made a bitter enemy of himself.

Indeed, the Grand Duchy of Moscow had sent troops to Smolensk. However, contrary to Marlin’s expectation of 200,000 soldiers, only 50,000 were dispatched, primarily infantry with just 10,000 cavalry.

First, as the elite of the Black Cobra, they had eight fully armed experts. Yet for three days, not a single young man had been captured.

Later, whether out of pity or some other reason, he stopped and carried her to the bathroom. After a bath, she felt nothing and let the man wash her body.

However, the meal was never peacefully finished. Qianye Yu had only started eating when a commotion broke out outside. The noisy quarrel of maids and old women easily drifted into Qianye Yu’s ears through the long corridor.

She was leaving? Zhan Moxi frowned. His heart, sweet just moments ago, suddenly felt as if sharply stabbed by something.

Looking at your sunken eye sockets, bluish corners, and bloodshot whites—it looks like you’re running on empty, doesn’t it?

Glancing sideways at this scene, Shen Mubai quickly looked away, his frustration intensifying. But thinking it over as a normal reaction, he felt slightly relieved.