Chapter 66

Weizi had fled famines alongside his parents, but to keep him alive, they had given him all their food and starved to death. Ever since that day, he had been forced to forage for himself.

To be honest, Asai truly had not expected such unorthodox, fruit-flavored potato ball lords. The three types of potato ball lords offered three distinct kinds of sweetness; even when consumed simultaneously, they did not clash in the slightest, instead producing a harmonious and complementary sensation.

Once the power of the Crimson Lotus Magic Crystal was fully absorbed by his meridians, Xinxian suddenly felt his lower dan-tian exceptionally brimming and replete.

Asuna, covered in blood, forced a potion between his lips before collapsing beside him with a pale smile.

"Attention, all crew members. We are about to arrive at Yellow Wind Star. Please make your preparations. As the boss requires us to maintain a low profile, do not equip any weaponry when disembarking."

Xiaoying was indeed quite foolish, but Xiaobing would never allow anyone else to call her younger brother a fool, especially at a time when their future was so uncertain.

Huang Yang walked into the Empress's bedchamber. It was exceptionally cold here, yet the Empress seemed oblivious to it. A look of utter bliss graced her features, as if that bone-chilling frost were a million miles away. Without sparing a glance at the frail Empress, Huang Yang scooped up the young prince with a cold expression.

Muzi Yu had not expected to run into Murou here either. Although Murou's attitude was somewhat boorish, Muzi Yu did not find her particularly hateful.

What worried him was the complex political landscape and factional alignment on Yellow Wind Star. Should a portion of them truly be co-opted by others, even a deity would struggle to keep the situation under control.

"Won't you eat a bit more? There's still so much food left," Rem said to Gabriel, eyeing the dishes remaining on the table.

Upon hearing this voice, Yu Dejing's expression shifted slightly. He parted his lips as if about to say something, but after a moment of thought, he ultimately remained silent.

"Mr. Fang, I sought you out in such haste because I genuinely have matters to consult you on. I hope you won't blame me for my rashness," Peng Huai'an said, taking a seat beside Fang Tianyou and cupping his hands in a salute.

This is also my sister; you can just call her Susu!" Ye Qiu gestured toward Susu as he introduced her to Su Mucheng and Aiz.

Although he had played in the professional league, new recruits entered and veterans retired constantly within every team, making it impossible for Kongbai to remember every single player.

For some reason, whenever he recalled the words Yang Xiao had imparted to him, Li Nanfang felt that Yue Zitong's dislocated arm was perhaps not hurting quite as much after all.

However, after tasting it, Ye Qiu found it genuinely good—much more flavorful than the meat he usually bought at the supermarket.

She had been waiting for Kong Baihui's retaliatory counterattack, having prepared countermeasures for every contingency long ago, merely awaiting her next move.

The songs Ye Qiu remembered, upon checking mainstream music charts, shared remarkably similar melodies and accompaniments to numerous existing tracks, differing only in their lyrics. Consequently, such songs could not be published.

At this, Li Zexuan finally let out a breath of relief. He looked toward Changsun Wuji, puzzled as to why this man would assist him. He would have to ask Cheng Yaojin about it later; the waters of this imperial court ran truly deep, and Li Zexuan felt a trace of exhaustion. As expected, he was ill-suited for such scheming and plotting within officialdom.

Empress Dowager He remained silent, merely nodding slightly toward Li Yang, and the two of them proceeded on foot toward Jinyang City.

"That hasn't happened. Even if they had the audacity, if they wish for the Tang Dynasty to endure, certain things must be reformed," Li Yan said with a smile.

"Believe it or not as you please, but have you all understood my orders? Anyone spotted wearing a queue shall be executed without exception—leave none alive. The entire army shall advance toward our target, Datong City," Li Yan roared in fury.

Amidst the bewildered gazes of the crowd, Yue Wuchen slowly rounded the steps one pace at a time, then climbed step by step onto the arena stage.

Watching Su Dingfang lead over two hundred soldiers clad in black armor and wielding blood-stained clubs, Li Yan rolled his eyes. Was such heavy arming truly necessary?

He never imagined he would be eliminated just like that. To make matters worse, while he was out, Ye Wuzhen remained in the competition—a reality he found utterly unbearable.

Yang Shuyao stubbornly shook her head, continuing her arduous crawl along the hemp rope. With a mighty roar, Wang Bangzi lunged back toward the front window, snatched up his rifle, and fired at the Japanese soldiers.

"I am fine. I'm sorry for using such a method to bring you back to the palace." Su'er also gently clasped his hand, a soft and reassuring smile resting upon her lips.

Zuan Shanbao, already wounded, was struck squarely by Chen Dao's wolf-tooth club and sent flying. His body crashed against the cliff face before he spat a mouthful of blood and slumped to the ground, where Chen Dao hoisted him up by the collar like a helpless chicken and dragged him before Li Yang.

The distance between the two sides had shrunk to less than a hundred meters. The Japanese troops seemed frozen; their patrol boats merely loitered ahead, seemingly content to block Lin Junxiong's advance rather than engaging in a fight to the death.

Suspended mid-air, Wang Jie abruptly snapped his eyes open as a flash of sharp light cut through them. With a slight shudder of his figure, he vanished from the spot, leaving a clueless Wang Ting to chase closely behind him.

The newcomer flickered his hand slightly, revealing a thoroughly wrinkled figure with a slightly stooped back, resembling an aged senior at the twilight of his years. At that moment, the shock within Wang Jie's heart reached an absolute peak—who could have imagined that the Underworld Palace harbored such an ancient, monster-like existence?

"Then it's settled. My phone call will be the signal; once I take Ye Feng out to eat, you lot make your move," Moshi said, his gaze narrowing resolutely.