Chapter 62: Side Story: Young Master Yu IF Route (2)

While chewing, he casually pulled out a piece of parchment and spread it across his knees to record the tastes and sensations he experienced.

Zhu Zhu looked up toward the black dragon’s neck, where three prominent scars were shockingly visible right over its heart.

After fusing the two together, Lin Fei proceeded to interweave the newly acquired Buddha's Wrath Lotus with the Emperor Seal Technique!

"To think that the antidote has been right by my side all along," the Taoist with the ghost face said, glancing sideways at Zhao Ermu.

Xu Hong's heart fluttered and his gaze froze; he had not expected Liu Tiantian's coquettish voice to sound so sweet, stirring an involuntary ripple in his heart.

Seeing Chen Zhi at a loss, Yang Qiongfei frowned as a plan formed in her mind. She rose from her chair and walked a few steps closer to Chen Zhi. Chen Zhi shivered in fright, assuming Yang Qiongfei was about to discipline him.

Huang Tianhua possessed boundless strength. Trading blows back and forth for less than fifteen rounds, he smashed his mace directly onto Gao Gui's forehead. With a miserable scream, Gao Gui tumbled off his horse.

Zhao Qingshan believed that this time, as soon as he heard there was treasure, the god-like figure immediately stepped forward to say, "Brother Ye, you really shouldn't have said that so early. It made our brothers suspect one another and damaged our bonds. I remember you saying that if you found the child, you would definitely call me in the future. Why didn't you keep your promise this time?"

"Jinmantang again?" Chen Erya muttered to herself. "Madam, what kind of gambling house is Jinmantang anyway? Why don't they send people who can't repay their debts to the magistrate's office, but instead kill the debtors?" she could not help asking.

Her dress outlined a graceful and exquisite figure, and that slender waist, easily encircled by a single grasp, made people unable to resist turning their heads for a lingering look.

Just as he was pondering, with a loud snap, the already overburdened heavy door was knocked down. Before Lord An could even emit a miserable shriek, he and two of his subordinates were pinned underneath. The commoners outside surged inward, and with so many people, none of them noticed that something was amiss beneath their feet.

The soldiers, naturally eager to witness a duel between the two, immediately scattered to clear a space for them. Li Ziyu, however, had not expected Li Cheng to challenge him to a martial contest right in front of a Great General, instantly finding himself in an awkward predicament. He could neither fight nor refuse to fight, leaving him with no choice but to turn his head and look at Yue Fei.

Only then did a smile bloom on Zheng Ting's face. She gently tapped him with a light, playful punch and said, "I, I won't care when you bring it up." With a laugh, she turned and ran forward.

The Emperor entered first. Bai Qian turned his head back to glance at the formation of the Eternal Team, seemingly searching for something, but after a couple of seconds, he stepped inside as well.

"What is this?" Hong Zhong walked forward with curiosity, only to see blue light flickering inside the crystal sphere, faintly revealing a mass of black gas wrapped in the center, struggling frantically from side to side.

The Great Yan Sect had no intention of resolving the matter early on; rather, they wanted to blow the situation out of proportion so that the ease with which they pacified the chaos would appear all the more remarkable.

Seeing that Zhou Yun had fled into the Huibaoling Valley where Šoto's forces had previously fallen into an ambush and suffered heavy losses, Abatai suspected a trap and ordered Šoto to abandon the pursuit.

"This... what does this mean?" Gu Yan put down his cup, intuitively feeling that this was not a task that could be accomplished easily.

"What punishment should I give you? If I punish you, won't others realize that I was the one who tacitly allowed you to turn a pretense into reality?" Liu Zhiyuan cast a slight glare at him and continued with a cold smile.

Therefore, when he caught sight of the symbol of Jiubing City from afar—the Jiubing Terrace—his legs gave out and he slumped directly to the ground.

Given this objective factor, she and I were essentially love rivals. Even if I wanted to mend fences with her later, it wasn't very realistic. Therefore, if I wanted to work diligently at Qin Chou without creating trouble for Yu Minghui, it was best not to lower myself to her level.

The hand of Long Qingjue holding the luminous cup suddenly tightened, his knuckles turning a grim, ghastly white, while the dark emotions in the depths of his eyes churned like turbulent waves, as if eager to swallow those two figures whole.

Just as she had anticipated, Mo Ruoli's figure paused abruptly upon hearing those words, and she buried her jade-like face even deeper.

It was simply that for some unknown reason, she suddenly developed an ominous preeminence, feeling a vague sense of unease in her heart that prompted her to ask the question.

"I disagree!" Yan Wanru felt a shock in her heart, as if her reverse scale had been stroked, and her voice turned exceptionally sharp.

Mingyue was also somewhat surprised. Clearly, he had told her the previous night that he would be waiting for her at the Imperial Temple; she never expected him to come and greet her in person. Seeing him extend his hand, she hurriedly placed her own palm into his, then lifted her head and smiled softly at the Emperor through the swaying beaded curtains before her.

In truth, this was purely her overthinking things. Interviewers at any company deal with a massive stream of people every day; if you lack any standout qualities, why on earth would they give you a pleasant expression? Whether they even remember you at all is already a question.

Liangzhi, having regained her freedom, was immensely grateful to the person who had spoken up to save Mo Ruoli. Fearing a recurrence of Su Jingnian's somewhat frivolous behavior just moments before, she edged a little closer to Mo Ruoli's side.

She was clearly putting me in a position where she ostensibly offered me a choice, but in reality left me no dignified way out other than to submit to her arrangements.

As time went on, Xia Lan's trial results grew increasingly stellar. Coupled with his performance in the earlier swordplay matches, he won not only the awe of his fellow trainees but also the recognition and appreciation of numerous trial instructors.

"Can you really tell whether something is rotten inside just by looking at a photograph?" Pu Xiaoxiang expressed her skepticism.

Ultimate choices are determined by a multitude of factors. Upon closer scrutiny, one's own moral persistence and external moral coercion are likely the key drivers among them.

His actions were clearly paving the way for others, yet in order to achieve this, he did not seem to harbor the slightest fear that Ye Yiming and the others might fly into a rage and execute him on the spot.

"Let go! You scoundrel, do you know what fear is now?" Cheng Yaojin glared, his mallet-like finger shifting an inch to the left, finally coming to a halt on a walled city marked with a circle.

She raised a hand to shield her eyes. The indoor temperature naturally could not match the blistering heat outside, but the sheer, glaring whiteness filling her field of view still made her shiver and fully snap awake.

Father Edward was, up to this point in the battlefield, the sharpest double-edged sword, and those mysterious organizations actually dared to use him.

Ordering a retreat was an absolute necessity. As a commander-in-chief, no matter how furious, one had to regain composure and sobriety, survey the overall situation, and weigh the gains and losses. The success or failure of the war and the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers rested entirely upon a single thought of his, just as his own life rested upon a single thought of the Khan.

And maintaining such a straight-faced demeanor clearly made it look as though he truly did not recognize Hachiya. Surely neither Seiya nor Akagi would harbor any doubts about this, right?