Chapter 34: The Tiger

Upon learning that the Emperor of the Great Dian Kingdom had suddenly increased taxes on the populace, several officials within the imperial court were filled with deep anxiety and concern.

Tonight’s dinner at the Lin residence was surely a special arrangement made by Aunt Lin and my parents. It seems Aunt Lin’s transformation is inextricably linked to Brother Yuhao.

The person distributing flyers noticed Wu Hua staring blankly at the paper. Assuming he was uninformed, the man kindly explained the situation, taking the opportunity to disparage the Baoli Garment Factory.

Lin Rui stood to the side, smiling without a word. "Alright, everyone, we are about to shoot the next scene. All departments, pay attention!" With a stern expression, Lin Rui put his headphones back on and stared intently at the monitor in front of him.

Xiao Zhe was already waiting at the entrance; seeing Lin Yuhao and Fang Weinan emerge, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, wearing only a thick bathrobe, he opened the door to the balcony once more and walked straight out.

Nan Kongqian suddenly stopped and turned to look at her. Ji Wan’er also turned, looking at him in confusion. Nan Kongqian hesitated for a moment, then gestured for the disciples to leave before walking over to Madam Ji. "Madam Ji," he said, crouching by the bedside and looking at her respectfully.

He wondered if he would impulsively use the Dusheng Mirror to inquire about the origins and consequences of all these events.

As for the mastermind behind the scenes, Yingchun did not want to tolerate their existence for even a minute, let alone an hour. Therefore, instead of investigating step by step, she pursued multiple fronts, hoping to see results everywhere and secure a total victory.

His mind was a blank slate. The sensation of weightlessness from the fall numbed him, dulling even the feeling of dizziness, for he knew that this time, death was inevitable.

Cui Feng, wearing a bamboo hat and having changed into a different robe to avoid recognition, leaped up and landed beside Ming Yuan and his two companions. As the three of them were about to strike, they realized this stranger in the hat had come to help them; they were simultaneously relieved and bewildered.

After saying this, Kovac pulled the door open with force, thrusting his body out of the tension-filled room. Behind him, the door slammed shut with a deafening roar.

Coincidentally, at that very moment, the Wuye Master looked upward with deep, meaningful eyes. Though they were separated by tens of miles, the two gazed at one another from afar. The moment their eyes met, it felt as if lightning had shattered. Both of their bodies trembled slightly, and almost immediately, they both averted their gazes in unison.

"Are you planning to write your last will and testament, Heir Apparent?" Peng Mo squinted at him, her tone indifferent yet unusually serious.

The surface of the lake erupted as the giant python burst forth once more. With its crimson maw wide open, it swallowed the man whole again.

Perhaps due to his martial arts training, his fingertips were not soft but carried the coarseness of faint calluses, which stimulated her skin and made her heart race.

Xiao Menglou lifted his head in a daze, looking at Valentine in astonishment. This was a phrase he had often used with Valentine and Lin Peng; he had never imagined that one day, Valentine would throw these words back at him.

Just as Ye Shang, Yu Jie, and Shuang Yanhao fell into silence, a series of frantic knocks suddenly echoed at the door.

Peng Mo felt a thrill in her heart. These words of affection were too overbearing, too earnest, and too clear. She felt intoxicated. As her liquid eyes opened to watch his features grow clearer as he leaned in, she froze, only coming to her senses when a warmth that was not her own pressed against her lips.

This leads back to the history of the East Island, which, at its core, is a history of vengeful spirits and monsters—absurd, bizarre, elusive, and impossible to verify.

Some people’s expressions grew unpleasant. Most had come out of respect for the Chu family, not the Jiang family. In the eyes of some, Jiang Li was, at best, just an actor who happened to be handsome and polite.

The Dinghai Navy had now established a preliminary foundation, and its massive productivity was contributing to its growth with every passing day.

"Damned old monkey, wait until I move this machine gun down, then I’ll settle the score with your foul mouth," Bang Lao’er, who was retreating while carrying the weapon not far away, shouted back in anger.

"That’s true. Tier-armor is a bit too ordinary; it has no effect at the level of a True God," Cheng Buxuan merely smiled without elaborating. He could not even begin to judge the immense power of the Mountain-Sitter.

Caesar did not commit to William’s suggestion, but he tacitly accepted it. Henceforth, he would abandon the struggle for Rome and shift his focus toward seizing the Byzantine crown and Constantinople.

With these cautionary tales in mind, the Holy Roman princes dared not be careless. To play it safe, they prepared to wait for Emperor Henry III to return with his army, so they could gather under the banner of the Salian Caesar and march upon France.

Previously, the Di family were the core, and subordinates like Brother Long and Di Chun were at the very bottom. After this event, however, the status between them would be completely reversed years later.

Upon learning of Count of Luissian’s movements, Abdul-Hakam dispatched an elite cavalry unit to lure the enemy, while his main force lay in ambush on the high ground surrounding the road, waiting to catch the enemy in a pincer movement as they passed through.