Chapter 114: The Fourth Prince's Heartbreaking Wail

Twenty soldiers clad in black armor parted with a clatter. At the same time, they bowed respectfully, inviting Zhao Yu to board the hot air balloon and journey to the Celestial Palace to meet the Heavenly Emperor.

“Truly, these are the divine soldiers; their presence and military bearing leave nothing to be desired,” Zhao Yu reflected with deep admiration.

If the Qin Empire possessed such a force—not too large, just a hundred thousand strong—he would dare to sweep across all the nations of the world without fear.

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“It wasn’t us who bought them!” Dou Chuanjia declared. He was telling the truth; these cherries had been given by Qin Hanyuan in exchange for cherry wine.

Huangfu Yixuan said nothing in reply but patted his own leg, signaling her to come sit upon it.

The beast’s eye was somewhat terrifying to mention, yet this one-eyed beast’s eye was different: black and white intertwined. Though it was shaped like an eye, it resembled a most peculiar gem. Held in the hand and turned over, it imparted a warm, gentle sensation, utterly devoid of any hint of bloodlust.

“Is the young master going to visit the camp?” An Zerui’s tone was confident, but to his surprise, Chu Aoyu shook his head, denying it.

“Then how does one enter the Immortal Realm?” Seeing his expression of assured expertise, Fan Jin asked.

As the second duel had just begun, Shino was preparing to find a good vantage point for her shot when a message popped up, startling her so much she nearly dropped her beloved weapon.

Chu Ning and Chen Qing examined the photographs; beneath each was a note with an address—distances all within an acceptable range.

After lunch, Meng Qi retired to the room her maid had tidied, while Huangfu Yixuan and Meng Qianyou remained together in her quarters.

At this moment, the car’s shape bore at least an eighty percent resemblance to a motorcycle, though it was roughly twice the size. Moreover, the surrounding bodywork shielded the passenger, creating a much safer feeling than riding on a motorcycle.

Lighting a cigarette, she took a deep drag, then lifted her gaze to the scenery outside as white smoke slowly drifted from her lips.

Word in Zhou County quickly spread, with everyone murmuring about whether the river bandits had truly grown so bold as to dare rob the scions of such prestigious families.

To survive, one must employ any means necessary; in a battle where failure means death, how could one still hope to win with honor intact?

As both sides withdrew, the faces of the disciples from the East Sea Sword Sect showed faint traces of regret.

Lin Piao glanced at his expression. When mentioning another guest, he deliberately wore a look of unease and anxiety. This guest must be an extraordinary and distinguished visitor—there was a strong likelihood that Wen Xieqing would be too busy to meet him.

The moment he spoke, all eyes in the room turned sharply to him, their gazes as piercing as needles.

Her long black hair was unadorned, without makeup. Attending such a commercial event for the first time, her delicate features showed a mixture of confusion and nervousness, making her stand out strikingly.

Only then did it become apparent that he was heavily addicted to smoking; the two fingers remaining on his hand were stained yellow from the smoke.

Li Li imitated the children’s mannerisms, bowing slightly in gratitude to the Sage. Just as she prepared to carry her senior brother on her back, the Sage suddenly called out to her.

She recalled the words the American doctor had spoken before departing: his hand nerves were no longer a problem, but if the trembling persisted later, it would be a mental affliction he would have to overcome himself.

Lin Piao sat down without touching his chopsticks, sipping some tea. The director was quite casual, smiling as he spoke.

Therefore, once the Nine-Tailed Fox was exposed, not only could it not be saved, but it might also be handed over to Leng Wuya.

Richard cursed silently in his heart but dared not voice it. He had no doubt that if he told Zhao Min the real reason was that he forgot and had gone to Shaolin’s Wooden Man Alley to help someone with a dungeon run, then tonight’s mutton hotpot would likely have him, Richard, as the main ingredient.