Chapter 93: Another Either-Or Choice, Is It?

The next morning, Lin Ran woke to the lingering scent of Shuyao’s milk on the pillow, but she was nowhere beside him.

He heard clattering from the kitchen.

After getting up, washing his face, and stretching, Lin Ran wandered into the living room.

“Eat.”

Jiang Shuyao said those two words in a sour tone.

That morning, Jiang Shuyao was not wearing the pajamas from the night before, because they had been stained all over with Mr. Ji’s saliva.

So she had put on a camisole dress instead.

It was already obvious that Li Fugui had no escape. Then, suddenly, two enormous black wings burst from his back. With a powerful beat, his body instantly shot more than three hundred feet away.

The Mouse King had already been injured, and both its speed and agility were far worse than before. Its body suddenly froze in midair, then toppled straight down, finally falling fully unconscious.

In the sky, with the aid of four wind spirit puppets, Xuan Yuanhu had already cleared away most of the remaining wind spirit puppets. Seeing silver light flicker through the protective barrier below, he immediately guessed what had happened. He abandoned the four wind spirit puppets, flapped his wings, and soared upward, piercing through the clouds to rush toward the final batch of falling ant eggs.

Song Xiaowei had originally been pleased at the thought that she would have fish soup today. Yet when she smelled such fragrant aromas, and then looked at her own fish soup, she suddenly found that she had lost her appetite.

The Huangjin army chief suddenly fell from his horse, and then a volley of arrows sent in from afar struck down many of the Yellow Scarf soldiers. The formation plunged into chaos at once. At that moment, Xia Feng and the others had already charged in.

The massive body of the black wolf hit the ground with a heavy thud. Low whines rumbled in its throat, and in its agony from the injury to its head, both front paws clawed wildly at the air. Red Man smiled, and the curved blade in his left hand flashed in a streak of light, cleanly severing one of the wolf’s paws.

At nearly noon the next day, the three of them arrived at Tong River Town on the outskirts of the imperial capital. Nangong Lingsu, who had long since received word, had been waiting for some time. After taking them along, she used spatial shifting to bring them in no time to the National Guardian Hall, which belonged under her direct authority in the imperial capital’s Hidden Guard Office. Nangong Lingsu entered the main house of the compound, dismissed the servants who were sweeping and tidying, and personally poured tea for everyone.

When Li Qiuyue heard someone calling her name, she turned instinctively and saw Qin Lan, Zhang Guodong’s mother.

After Lu Yiming received the ball, he took two big strides toward the basket and then sprang up with the ball in hand.

Still, with Gongsun Chang’s towering fame hanging over them, who would dare swat at a tiger’s head, and try to covet the Gongsun clan’s ultimate technique?

“Thank you, Your Excellency. To show our sincerity, this Star Tear from the demon race is yours as well.”

The nine-tailed celestial fox smiled like a peach blossom, radiant with delight. She actually took out a privately hoarded Star Tear and handed it to Ye Liushang.

Though it had been a long time since he had last seen Brother Jiu, in truth it had not been all that long, only a little over a month. Yet Brother Jiu now looked utterly transformed compared to before.

The moment Jia Zhengjin’s group landed, several hundred armored soldiers, faces tense, gathered around from all directions.

As for Ma Chengtian, the director of the Dragon Group, he once again sent several Dragon Group members to try to persuade them to disperse, but unfortunately those members could not convince them to leave either.

A series of indistinct shouts rose through the mountains and forests, perfectly suited to the unruly manner of bandits surging in all at once.

Then came several whooshing sounds as figures swept through the air, accompanied by a medley of weapons cutting through the wind and producing crisp metallic clashes like swords striking together.

“Let’s talk this out. Let’s talk this out.”

Zhong Liping was nearly frightened out of his wits. Every one of these men surnamed Chen was more ferocious than the last. This Chen Zui, in particular, looked smiling and harmless enough, but the moment he turned cold, he would move to strike without the slightest hesitation. Damn it, couldn’t they just speak reasonably for once?

Qi Lirong glanced at the photo and nearly cried out. This picture was even clearer than the one in the multimedia message, and it showed him and Zuo Manqing from the front, the two of them leaning together as they walked out of Saint Peter’s Restaurant.