Chapter 79: Master Gravely Injured

Ao Shi was momentarily stunned; to be honest, with that expression paired with his appearance, he truly gave off a rather simple and naive impression.

As expected, when Fujiwara Ohno assigned tasks at the meeting, his various orders essentially cut off any possibility for other departments to interact with Renya Karasuma.

Yu Hongshi smiled, reached for the remote control on a nearby cabinet, and turned on the television. It seemed it had already been adjusted in advance, for the screen displayed the news from Japan.

The convoy was no longer moving at forced-march speed but returned to a normal pace, allowing the pampered and wholly unaccustomed ministers, who had been grumbling bitterly, to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

After stepping out of the sedan chair, she followed an elderly maid through several palace gates and rested for a while in a certain residence.

Qin Mumu watched the man approach slowly; he was tall and handsome, exuding a cold and aloof aura. Even as he merely walked, he was a sight pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, officials temporarily transferred from the Qin state were still administrating the lands of Han. These officials were not natives of Qin but belonged to the local Han populace.

No matter how afraid I was, I couldn’t ignore my aunt. So I called out to her, but it was as if she couldn’t hear me at all. She kept reaching into the urn, her face covered in ash, making for a terrifying sight.

“What do we do?” Yang Guo fired consecutive shots with the Black Sphere assault rifle, aiming for headshots. Yet, even though the bullets exploded upon striking the zombies’ heads, they failed to inflict any real damage.

Thus, he used his cold and indifferent demeanor to conceal an infinite warmth, kindness, and love for humanity deep within his heart.

“Fatty, spirit possession—burn the rope! Damn it, what kind of soul beast material is this made of? It’s so hard to break!” Dai Yubai finally spoke up at this moment.

Bai Zhiqiu, after years of silence and a brush with death that shattered and rebuilt him, had now comprehended all the laws and broken through to the peak of Martial Sovereign.

However, considering his current disheveled appearance, which looked nothing like the promotional posters, after two events, the publicity team simply gave him time off and advised him to rest for a few days.

Zhang Dacheng was scared out of his wits; almost reflexively, his hand went to the holster at his waist for his revolver.

Even from a distance, because there were flames in that direction, Dai Yubai could clearly see a graceful and striking figure, radiating soul power, dutifully guarding four tents.

Ji Bu pulled the trigger, and the muzzle of the Black Star spit fire; bullets struck the Eight-faced Buddha’s thigh, bursting forth with a cloud of blood mist.

The scale of these two meals was entirely different from ordinary gatherings. Usually, such arrangements signified the degree of importance attached to a person—how many would come to a farewell banquet often reflected one’s standing and character in the company.

Why, then, did Lin Kun not ask Ji Bu to handle the recent trouble with the “Hong Kong Paper” business, but instead had others deal with it?

Sixty million to film a television series is quite the production indeed. Given that actor fees were not outrageous, with sixty million invested, setting aside those fees, some forty million could be spent where it mattered.

Though she was asking, her eyes betrayed an undeniable authority. Xia Qingyi couldn’t help but give a wry smile. Even if it hadn’t been brought up, she would have wanted to go back and take a look herself. Just as she was about to agree, a familiar voice sounded in her ear.

Seeing me take to the air, the enemy’s attention naturally focused on me. But I wasn’t about to stand idly by—one Q ability, then an R, followed by a basic attack, and I instantly took a chunk out of the enemy’s health.

“When?” Old Eight, no matter how carefree, didn’t dare act up now that his stepmother had died.

Outside, the wind and sand picked up, though not too badly. The gusts battered the base, and inside, the crackling sounds made him feel a little less lonely.

They all wore the armor on their right arms. Once Wang Xuanyuan donned the suit, the first sensation was a chill—this was the newly mixed superalloy, and since the inner lining hadn’t been added yet, it felt cold to the touch.

At last, Shen Qing’er spotted Qin Zheng at a toy stall not far away, seemingly picking out toys for a child. Despite his own dire circumstances, he still found time to amuse a child. Just as she was about to rush over, the three people beside her resumed their conversation.

Pu Youchang snapped back to his senses, let out an embarrassed chuckle, utterly at a loss for where to rest his gaze. Looking would be awkward, not looking even more so—he was thoroughly embarrassed. Feeling he’d been rude, his face flushed as he apologized, emphasizing that he had no such inclination, and hoped they wouldn’t misunderstand.

Qin Zheng stroked his chin, silently watching Qin Xie exert pressure on his contract beasts. The imperial demeanor was almost perfectly imitated—a truly eager learner. He couldn’t help but recall his own days as an emperor, leading ministers and generals, and mused on the art of kingship.

The situation was spiraling out of control. The employee who had earlier quietly spoken up for Tao Li suddenly realized the gravity of what she’d done. For the moment, all she could do was try to keep out of sight.

Tong Guowei was momentarily unsure how to regard this Eighth Master. During their shifts, they had little interaction, and the matter with Rabbit’s father made things awkward. Both harbored some unease, so they rarely spoke. Old Eight would just draw in his spare time, while Tong Guowei read reports. The two left each other alone.

Their eyes turned to Mo Fei, discovering that this seemingly ordinary young man had undergone a complete transformation.

Whether it was age or loneliness, the two often exchanged sarcastic barbs when together. Back then, Luo Hou was quick-tempered, while the Butcher’s style was slow and deliberate, so it was always the Butcher who riled Luo Hou into anger.

Thinking of that monster, Xu Tianshu shuddered again. She used to dismiss tales of strange happenings in the Shennongjia forest she saw online, but at this moment, she had become a believer—there truly were many unknown dangers lurking in those ancient woods.

The array’s space was not large, and its core should be hidden somewhere obvious rather than underground.

In fact, people in our region, though not as tall as those in the north, are far more violent in temperament—if a fight breaks out, it’s to the death.

“Let’s go down first—there are at least three spots left.” Someone said wearily and was the first to step off the platform. The rest followed, each falling into their own illusions.

Lawang spoke up, “Martial Saint, Chen Luo ambushed your three disciples, preventing them from completing their mission and undermining your prestige. You really should teach him a lesson.” In truth, everyone knew Wanka’s disciples had already been killed by Chen Luo; Lawang was merely saving face for Wanka.

“Since you know how serious this is, I’d like to know how you plan to help me get what I want. Also, why should I trust you? What if you pull the rug out from under me once it’s done?” Fang Ting fired off several crucial questions in quick succession.