Chapter 108: Dealing with the Black Lotus
Hearing this, Shen Luo felt a chill in his heart. He lifted his eyes to look at Luo Yanyan; his deep, dark eyes held a hint of coldness. Soon after, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelids, and his face remained as calm and indifferent as ever. Only the snow-white bundle in his arms, shielded by his thick eyelashes, noticed.
This time, the visitor to the Immortal Island was a short, somewhat stout old man, with particularly prominent ears that caught the eye.
For him now, a reduction of two points in strength and two points in agility was a side effect with serious consequences, enough to trigger a chain reaction.
Luo Yan spoke while bowing deeply to Cheng Jing—a flawless ninety-degree bow that left no room for criticism.
Director Wang stared at the screen of the microscope before him; his surgical forceps slowly approached the site of lung hemorrhaging. It was evident that his hand trembled slightly.
Everyone in the car was hungry. Lou Yan followed the navigation to find a restaurant and stopped to eat. By the time they finished, it was already two in the afternoon.
The Holy Court remained unaware that their existence had been discovered. In Long Men’s eyes, Xiao Qiaoyu’s contact with Shi Chengbing was real, but the exact identity remained unknown.
At this moment, Emperor Qi truly could not help but wish to pry open the Second Prince’s head to see if it was filled with nonsense.
The Eighth Prince Wu Jing was beside himself with fury, smashing the teacup on the table. His kneeling subordinates dared not even breathe loudly.
Ye Ningxi understood well that Fourth Lord was recalling the sorrowful and unfortunate events of his childhood. She gently stroked his back.
He immediately moved the intern to a shaded spot, preparing to call an ambulance shortly.
“Full-scale attack? Should I withdraw some troops? Aren’t we short-handed?” Ayala asked.
Qin Hao ignored him. Li Guangfu was merely a district plaza manager; matters of this magnitude required intervention from the headquarters.
Everyone laughed heartily. After more than a year of camaraderie, the vice presidents of the Iron-Blood Brotherhood had forged deep bonds and understood each other’s characters well. Among them, Ku Ai was the last to be warmly welcomed.
Lu Yanlun watched Ye Qing’s actions with a smile. Now, the outer city walls of Yangzhou, in Lu Yanlun’s eyes, were nearly impregnable—even the Jin’s fiercest cavalry would find it nearly impossible to breach.
“Are the other two from the Old Families?” Qin Hao asked, refraining from addressing Li Pingrong as “Big Uncle” because he was not yet worthy.
Leaving Han Meng’s bedroom, Qin Hao exhaled deeply and lay down in his own room, quickly falling asleep.
He had already learned from Luo Nan that Yuen had seized a mysterious artifact known as the Moon Wolf Statue. No noble across any world could resist the greed such a relic inspired. Knowing this, he had rushed here without delay.
The moment Su Mingyue received the news, she carried the Divine Light of Will and flew toward the murderous mist. Whether it was truly Amemiya Maki who dispersed the evil fog remained to be seen.
The screech of an emergency brake sounded by the shore as a silver-white Bugatti Veyron came to a halt.
After two waves of blustering harassment, Ao Bai ordered his men to launch a full-scale assault. The Qing army nearly completed a three-pronged encirclement of Gan Hui’s forces, while cavalry continuously struck both flanks, creating a battlefield formation resembling a soda bottle.
But considering that the matter had already reached this point, calling him again would seem insincere.
Yan Liu’s eyes rolled. He was clearly reluctant to go; those old turtles could be deadly. After a moment’s thought, he plunged underwater and surfaced right before Wang Yun.
It had to be said that the effect of sunbathing these past days was indeed remarkable. At the very least, Qing Yi could now walk on the ground. Though still feeling weak, the recovery was impressive enough to satisfy Qing Yi herself.