Chapter 116: Yes, That’s Right, I Am a Traitor

At night, Jingping City became an even more blissful paradise beneath the glow of countless neon lights. Li Wanbai looked around and said sincerely, “They already had such colorful lights during the Republican era?”

The staff member smiled awkwardly. As long as it looked good, why fuss over so many details?

It did look good—of course it did.

Wrapped in the red silk scarf provided by the production crew, Li Wanbai leisurely wandered through the bustling heart of Jingping City. Watching people hurry past, she found herself in a daze, and for a moment, it truly seemed as though—

As Black Crow listened, a sickly flush gradually appeared on his ashen face. It was a complicated mixture of excitement, fear, and bewilderment at the fate that awaited him.

“I choose the second option,” Li Zengce said decisively. Although he could not save ten thousand yuan in an entire year of work, fishing tackle was obviously far better than a few fish.

As for their original residence, new furniture had already been delivered that very night, and Chen Feng moved straight in.

Zhou Xuan left through the door in a daze, while Ji Lan turned around and immediately went back to following Qingqiu around.

Lin Hongwei was truly hypocritical. He said one thing in front of Lu Yu and did another in front of the town’s officials and staff—a typical two-faced man.

But how could her strength compare with that of Xingchi, a grown man? She struggled for a while, yet could never break free.

However, the criticism set off a chain reaction, and in the end, the situation spiraled completely beyond Pan Bin’s control.

With his identity under suspicion and his abilities unrecognized, Ma Chao was not having an easy time under Liu Bei either. He desperately wanted an opportunity to prove himself.

“The constitution of monsters these days is really getting worse and worse.” Bai Jing gave it a score of zero.

The reception had been scheduled during mealtime. If Lu Yu said or did anything inappropriate, he could leave with perfect justification without offending the person who had come forward on his behalf—a solution that served both purposes.

It was not only Qin Yu. Lady Yanji, Old Daoist Qianxu, and the other scattered immortals and wandering demons were all equally stunned. They had assumed that Immortal Emperor Ni Yang would carefully explain what this treasure was and what it could be used for.

“There is nothing else here that I want. Since that is the case, there is no need for me to stay. Let’s go.” After obtaining the monkey wine, Xian Cun thought for a moment, then greeted the shopkeeper and turned to leave.

That fist was like a gigantic sandbag, smashing horizontally from the side at tremendous speed. It was now less than half a meter from Ye Xuan’s head.

“Look at this intelligence report sent by the Zhongxing Guard, and this memorial submitted by Luo Rucai. Then you will understand!” Chongzhen said with a smile. Cao Huachun took the materials Chongzhen handed him and passed them on to Sun Chengzong.

This fat man stood roughly six feet three inches tall and appeared to be about twenty years old. He was unquestionably an adult.

“As for why I’m wearing this cloak—surely the ship is allowed to worry that it might be too cold to go out so late at night? Falling ill feels awful, medicine tastes bitter, and injections hurt. Surely, Admiral Duoduo, you know that?”

The Second Sister took his kindness to heart, but with an affectedly haughty air, she complained that Chiyou was meddling in other people’s affairs. Chiyou merely smiled and let it pass.

Zhang Ziqing naturally understood why the Cloud Dragon King had shown mercy. Just moments earlier, he had examined the two queen bees carried by Yuzhu, and one of them still bore a faint golden halo.

“Speaking of the reconstruction work on the outskirts of the capital, how are the refugees being settled now?” Chongzhen asked.

The spirit drum appeared extraordinarily powerful, but for it to sound required an enormous amount of mysterious energy to activate it. It was not very practical.

Zhao Chun was so frustrated he nearly vomited blood. He was not going on a sightseeing trip to relax, so what was the point of dragging along these three burdens? He refused outright. Yet halfway through their journey, the three burdens secretly followed after them. Zhao Chun was furious enough to spit blood, but there was nothing he could do.

But things did not unfold as the thousand-man commander had expected. Krik remained unmoved by the disturbance, his expression as calm as still water.