33 Pumpkin Toast

"Ha! Since you've seen it, I have no choice but to use force." The old butler's tone shifted abruptly. He condensed his palm into a blade and slashed diagonally toward Xiao Yu. The powerful surge of internal energy whipped up a gale, stinging Xiao Yu’s face.

"Your Highness, Wu Sangui may not be planning to rebel; he might simply be trying to protect himself," said the Marquis of Respectful Submission, Wu Weihua.

In the end, Xiao Yu simply vanished. Everyone turned the central military tent inside out but could not find a trace of him. With only two days left before the final duel agreed upon by both sides, the entire army panicked. How could they fight this war when their commander was missing at such a critical moment?

Lin Hao worried that Evil Blade might falsely believe he had intercepted the cargo and launch a sudden attack. For the past few days, he had been virtually inseparable from Hua Nongying, following her every move to protect her as she went to and from work.

The lecherous old man intended to bury him alive to fertilize the Udumbara flower, but judging by the current situation, he was in no rush to dispose of him. Xiao Yu’s life was not in immediate danger.

"The current situation is not in our favor. After all, Mona is one of Zha Kecha’s men, and Evil Blade trusts his words to some extent. If Evil Blade truly fails to find anything, he will surely lock his target onto us," Lin Hao said pensively.

Brother Sun did not speak of surrender but instead claimed to have vital intelligence; the latter was clearly much smarter. At least they didn't have to worry about the Ming army executing them without even a trial.

A brilliant music producer is often more valuable than a pop star.

Xuanyuan Juexin and the others, who had already fled, suddenly turned their heads back to look toward the direction where Lin Xiao and Jin Lieri had collided.

Li Tai had nothing more than a good education, yet he was allowed to establish his own administrative office outside the palace. Was it really so difficult for him to move out of the palace as he wished?

Ji Mingli, a scholar at the Imperial Academy, was expelled and barred from taking the civil service examinations for three years—a truly heavy loss.

That night, Yang Qing’s name became known to even more netizens, and it was the first time people clearly associated his name with his actual person.

Tang Sui did not lie, but the "later" in her words was somewhat misleading, leading people to assume it happened after she went abroad.

This time, Shang Zhao specifically arranged for Cuigu to stay by Song Changle’s side. Although Cuigu had suffered severe injuries in the past and was slightly slower in movement, her hidden weapons were still formidable. Moreover, she had extensive experience in dealing with danger. Only by having her lead dozens of secret guards to protect the Marquis’s estate could Shang Zhao feel at ease.

Since Zhao Cunhong could use his supernatural abilities after crossing over, surely his own could work as well—even if they were technological in nature.

Why was the wanted criminal Zhao Cunhong so proficient in using his powers, while he himself could not use his so skillfully?

Chen Yang stuffed two more packs of special Old Knife brand cigarettes into his hand and suggested that if he had nothing to do tomorrow night, he should head to the Paramount Ballroom to enjoy himself and relax. Yang Feng understood that there were benefits to be had, whether in cigarettes or money, so he agreed.

Li Mocun put down the phone, his heart pounding. He hurriedly summoned Wu Sibao and ordered him to lead a team to accompany him to 133 Zhaojiabang Road to see if Li Han had returned home and what he was doing there. Wu Sibao immediately led his team to escort Li Mocun.

Li Shimin was already lost in thought, imagining the yields of these high-output crops in regions with fertile land.

At dinner, Su Han stared blankly at the table full of rich dishes. Had she not been certain that Uncle Chu had prepared them in the kitchen and that no delivery person had arrived, she would have doubted whether this feast had truly come from the hands of the tough, iron-willed Uncle Chu.

I curled my lips into a smile. My hands were restless, so I kept picking at the wound on my wrist, obsessive-compulsive, as if making it hurt would stop the pain elsewhere.

After Zhou Yan warned everyone, he kept his eyes scanning the surroundings. He knew these magical beasts were cunning and playful; while they didn't eat people and maintained a vegetarian diet, they loved to tease humans. Once they were done playing, they would crush a person’s skull or pierce their neck with their tails.

Most importantly, even if he could catch him again and give him a beating, he could never bring himself to kill him, eventually letting him go regardless.

"What do you want me to do to make you believe me!" Zhou Yan, not knowing what else to do, asked the Medicine God in return.

Although both Lorrain and Catherine knew that Ron was very smart, there was a clear boundary between being smart and being as smart as a human. No matter how close they were, Ron could not show that the only difference between him and a human was his inability to speak.

A week later, Fu Simo’s body gradually recovered. Although not fully healed, he no longer needed the oxygen tube.

I pursed my lips and remained silent, leaning my head gently against his shoulder. The parking lot was deserted, and the emptiness made it exceptionally quiet.

As soon as he entered the duel arena, the Black Lion Prince Shakara launched his attack. His basin-sized claws slammed down like a meteor falling from the sky, even whipping up a whistling wind.

My heart sank. Weren't all the things Lu Miaomiao mentioned recent events? How did she know so clearly?

"Can you catch up?" Once Lan Qianchen left Linyang City, even with an army of thousands, he would never be able to capture him.

Huangfu Jue curled his lips slightly, looked at her deeply with his dark eyes, and finally set her down on the ground before quietly leaving the room.

"However, the Empress said that it was Consort Yu who touched the two horses, which was why I encountered danger. Who told the Empress about this?" Gu Nianqing straightened her expression and asked.

The meaning was that if anyone had a grievance they could not resolve, they could step onto the Life-and-Death Ring. Once on the ring, a outcome of life or death was required, and the conflict would naturally be resolved.

With one sword strike, Cang Xie clashed with his opponent. With a thunderous roar, Qi Xuanyi was sent flying by the impact of the Seven-Injury Sword, stabilizing his body only after dozens of meters. Before he could stop, the slaughter continued; golden shadows struck again. He dodged left and right as the earth trembled, and everywhere the blades passed, everything turned to scorched earth and dust.

After all, who knew if those skeleton soldiers had been scared off by that man’s shouts or by this terrifying roar? The thousands of skeleton soldiers had scattered in fear, forcing them to be cautious.

Zhou Jie was very worried. His gaze was always fixed on Mu Yunxin. Wherever she was, his eyes never strayed to anyone else.

As a former special forces soldier, when carrying out a mission, eating was merely to maintain the energy required by the body; whether it met health and wellness standards was not a consideration.

On this day, Mu Yunxin undoubtedly experienced what it felt like to be an empress; Mo Ziyu served her with meticulous care.

Su Mu seized the opportunity to snatch two sticks, swinging them left and right, increasing his lethality. In an instant, more people fell to the ground.