Chapter 25: Dream On

“Oh? Then tell me, how did this kid find out?” Emperor Qianwu asked with interest, adjusting his posture.

“This kid interrogates two to three palace maids of the princesses each day. Then, citing insufficient evidence, he releases them but warns them they remain suspects and must not leave the capital, awaiting summons at any time...”

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Azhu and Zhao Yufan left her courtyard, stepping out of her domain, where she could no longer sense the presence of that one human and one demon.

Later, I came to realize that the seed brought back from the underground city hadn’t been completely dealt with by Sister Wei.

When Xia Yumo appeared in the banquet hall, arm in arm with Xiao Junming, the guests fell silent at first. Soon after, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted throughout the conversation area.

“Yes!” Everyone’s hearts were still unsettled, unsure of Zhang Fang’s true intentions. They had initially wanted to flatter him to regain favor, but given the situation, it seemed wiser to let Zhang Fang calm down first. After watching him leave, they dispersed one by one.

Although Sister Wei could have left the formation long ago, she still strictly followed the agreement, only officially departing Villa No. 1 under the authorization of the current family head.

But that was just my passing thought. After all, it had nothing to do with me who was Huang Shiren and who was Yang Bailao.

Just now, after pressing Zhao Yufan several times with no response, he suddenly shuddered, his mouth opening to spew a jet of water.

I slapped myself across the face! There was no cause for relief—those were my brothers. I shouldn’t have such selfish thoughts; it was disloyal and unprincipled.

As for reincarnation or cycles of rebirth, I had never witnessed them—nor the Killing God, not even Sister Lin.

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The twenty-person apprenticeship ceremony lasted from the early morning hour of Mao until the late morning hour of Chen. Wen Ya hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, so she allowed everyone free time for half an hour before she and Xu Lan went out to eat.

Still no changes. It seemed that obtaining more wormholes wasn’t something achievable in a short time.

“Oh, what a coincidence, some of my business partners are also at Taste Buds Restaurant.” As the Yue family’s business expanded, they broadened their channels and developed many industries.

“No…” Murong Qingwan tightly embraced her frail body, memories of their first meeting flooding her mind. Back then, she wore a resplendent red gown embroidered with golden threads, proud and noble, radiant and captivating. Yet now, she was like a butterfly with broken wings—fragile and helpless.

Setting a cream cake afire with flames was undoubtedly a sensation entirely different from savoring it with one’s mouth.

Nurse Qin, seeing that madam’s mind was made up, sighed and turned to send several maids away.

Xu Sanniang glanced around the room again. There was nothing worth tidying; some things were better left behind, as they were mere burdens.

The main problem was the abundance of wooden walls. It was impossible to complete them all in one go. If they only enchanted the wooden walls tonight, Jiang Mingyuan feared he might not see the sunrise.

But on reflection, it was quite normal. Players who benefit don’t always flaunt it; sometimes they choose to quietly amass wealth.

Since that day Cheng Feifan sent her home, she hadn’t seen him again. Though there were affairs at the company, others handled them—none was Cheng Feifan. Tang Ning’an didn’t mind; she and Cheng Feifan had no significant matters between them.

Emperor Xian was about to speak again when Dian Wei shouted, “Enough talk! What are you waiting for? Let me send you on your way!” Saying this, he pulled a flat wine flask from his bosom, filled with poisoned wine, and forcibly made Emperor Xian drink. The emperor struggled but was unable to resist.

Yet he persisted in cooperating with Lord Han in handling matters, though his peripheral vision couldn’t help but glance at Fang Yue not far away—the guy was rummaging through a pile of severed limbs as if searching through trash for his severed hand.

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Though he had heard descriptions of Li Yuandao from Xiao Yue before, seeing the man in person still caused surprise.

The beast stood on all fours, over two meters tall and three meters in length, emanating billowing black smoke. Its head was crowned with soft, smooth black fur that draped to the ground like satin. Its four legs were dark red, each burning with a faint blue flame. Its head resembled a leopard’s, eyes ringed in gold glaring fiercely, nostrils flaring as blue vapor escaped.

Lu Bu rose and paced a few steps. He didn’t question the other generals. Except for Wu Anguo, who had died in battle, the other generals were somewhat competent in tactics. But when it came to strategy, they were all novices.

After howling, Ye Ziluo surveyed his surroundings. He was trapped in a narrow mountain crevice, the damp soil beneath his feet faintly moist. Along the narrow fissure, a continuous stream of light waves floated beside the nearly man-high mountain walls.

As the proverb goes: “One does not strike a smiling face.” Moreover, Purple Butterfly concealed her plain nature behind a cute facade, rendering Guan Yuxue—a soft-hearted fellow—utterly tongue-tied.

Regiment Commander Song Linan, Political Commissar Zhang Qinglin, Deputy Commander, Logistics Director, Third Battalion Commander, Intelligence Company Commander Chen, Intelligence Company Instructor, Third Battalion Seventh Company Commander, Seventh Company Instructor, and Regiment Medical Leader.

Dealing with someone as greedy and treacherous as Falcon was simple: ignore him.

“How am I being biased again?” Yue Yingfeng patted the seat beside him, inviting everyone to sit down.

Regarding his swordsmanship cultivation, he could not afford any carelessness, negligence, or reliance on luck.

Zhang Tiansong quietly activated his spiritual energy, maintaining a calm, focused state as he watched Tang Tianjian seated cross-legged, ready to act at a moment’s notice.