Chapter 86: You May Look at Me (First Update)

Yun Shuang fell silent. Did this man have eyes in the back of his head? How could he even know exactly what she was doing? And besides, wasn’t he being a bit too blunt? She stared at Jiang Xiao, eyes wide, for a long moment before she finally gave in and muttered, “It’s nothing… well… Commander Jiang is surely busy with official duties, I shouldn’t take up too much of your time. Yesterday, I made something new to eat, and I brought it here especially for you. I wonder if you’ll like it.”

Nearby, they all watched the large wardrobe not far away. From underneath, a furry shadow could be glimpsed, wriggling in the narrow space beneath the wardrobe.

“Brother Li, just let everyone eat and relax. There’s no need to be so tense.” Li Jianxia didn’t care for large, lively gatherings. He and Li Qing simply had a few drinks and began eating.

The wind had ceased to blow, the forest was no longer rustling, and all sounds of chirping insects and fluttering birds had vanished. Time seemed to slow to a tenth, or even a hundredth, of its ordinary pace—everything was utterly still.

“Very well, let’s do this. We’re in a hurry and don’t want trouble. Here’s a hundred taels of silver—that should be enough, right?” Liao Long produced a hundred taels from a chest strapped to the back of his warhorse and offered them to Golden Fang.

A few days later, Nangong Yier realized that no one had come to her Flower Pavilion to cause trouble. She had no idea how Zhuge Chen had managed it.

Quickly straightening her clothes, Ye Yun shouted at the two leopard men and then hurried toward Tai’s great hall.

Drifting like a hazy mirage, De Nan stared in astonishment as his fist passed straight through the black warrior’s body, as if striking a cloud of smoke.

The Indian funerals were both grand and elaborate. As soon as the “Day of the Dead” ceremonies ended, preparations for the “Lalupu” began.

Not long after the landlady’s warning, the group from the underground bank, led by the obese man, swaggered menacingly back into Wen Yin’s presence.

Nangong Yier was surprised. Only fifty thousand taels? She’d thought it would be hundreds of thousands! Clearly, she didn’t yet understand the prices in this dynasty very well; it seemed she needed to learn more.

Wu Xiulian, who had just been relieved to think that merely sweeping the floor would keep her safe from those two maniacs’ wrath, was now furious to find herself once again the center of everyone’s questions. She couldn’t possibly admit she’d mistaken the man for a zombie! If she angered him, wouldn’t she be the one to suffer?

The scorching air from the giant crater had yet to subside, but battles around it only grew more numerous.

“Damn it!” Slant-Eyed let go and saw a row of rivets embedded in the windshield, the glass now shattered and opaque.

Through constant battle, Wang Chaoyang’s body had become sturdier and more defined, his sharply contoured muscles belying his youthful age.

“You’re right!” Aluba agreed that it wasn’t such bad luck. If someone still managed to hit them after all this, Kang Mang’ang might as well buy a block of tofu and bash his head against it.

“In addition, Gao Fei, keep your helicopter circling high and use your sensors to keep watch for us. We need to detect the enemy’s presence and movements without delay,” Wang Chaoyang ordered.

Yet from their scattered conversations, it was clear that many people—perhaps most—came to this game not to play, but as if they were embarking on an adventure.

A man in a black hooded cloak arrived from the rainy night at the Moonshield Mercenary Company’s lodging in Dumu City. He claimed to have come from the capital of the Principality of Mazheni, the Black Marsh.

As the tornado’s power waned, everyone soon saw that a massive crater, over a hundred feet deep, had formed on the ground. At its center, a single towering pillar of solid stone stood tall and firm.

With that, he leapt into the shimmering barrier, and Lei Heng and the elite cultivators of the First Army followed swiftly behind.

“Very well, I’ll let you go today. After all, these are days of great joy for me—I don’t want any bloodshed to spoil the celebration. Consider yourself lucky.” Li Qing sheathed the blade in his hand.