Chapter 125: The Matter Leaks Out

Just as Xue Qingyan looked down upon local officials, Zhang Yaoying and his ilk held the civil officials of the imperial court in equal disdain.

Zhang Yaoying offered a forced, insincere smile and said, "I wonder if Lord Xue might offer some guidance?"

Xue Qingyan chuckled. "I would not dare claim to offer guidance. It is merely that having served by the Chancellor's side for many years, I have come to understand him a bit better than most."

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Ji Qian reached out to take it, but before she could speak, Yun Moyu's bodyguard moved to block her with his arm and slammed the car door shut.

As the sun began to dip slightly toward the west, Nalan Zhichen finally emerged from the tent.

He had long since guessed that the guardian beast formed by this grand formation was not a living creature at all; even without divine powers or wisdom, its cheat-like constitution was enough to compensate for any shortcomings.

Most importantly, every material used for the interior decoration had to meet Yue Yi's exacting standards.

It is easy to forget a thing, but to pick it back up again is not so simple. Seven days were not enough for him to return to his peak state; he could only ensure that he would be able to fight Jing Wuming with all his might.

To achieve his own Dao and to feel the pressure of standing on the brink of life and death, he had not hesitated to enter the Demon-Locking Tower.

"How can it have a baby if there is only one?" Jian Quan asked, puzzled. Could a nine-tailed fox produce offspring out of thin air?

Thinking of this, he was torn; on one side was his mother, and on the other, his brothers on the island. How was he to choose?

"Take that!" Long Fei threw a fierce punch at the Zombie King's face, striking it on the right side. His fist felt as if it had hit a sandbag; the blow only made the Zombie King's head jerk to the side before it snapped back into place. The creature felt no pain whatsoever.

Ruan Meng wiped her eyes and tried to sit up straight, but Yang Jian wrapped his arms around her waist first, lifting her up to sit in his lap.

This sudden shift seemed to catch Zhang He off guard, but after seeing Shao Wu and Ye Ke nod with faint smiles, he glanced at Xiao Feng, let out an abruptly awkward laugh, and reached out to shake hands with Chengying.

Zhuge Liang allowed himself to be pulled away by Ruan Meng, his gaze filled with indulgence. His blue eyes were as gentle as water, with a softness so profound it seemed ready to overflow.

He wanted to offer a gift, but he knew Zhao Yi would certainly not accept it and would instead view it as an insult. Furthermore, he did not believe he possessed anything that could tempt Zhao Yi.

While the young master was lost in thought, the awakened Peony Fairy blushed, for she was currently held in Tang Chuan's arms. For some reason she could not fathom, the young master's arms were locked tightly around her, holding her fast.

He Ziyan carried her on her back and stuck her tongue out at Leng Ran. Her soft tongue had not yet had time to retract when her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth forming an "O" shape.

Suddenly, Kuang Jia let out a roar of agony, his two long forelegs shielding the top of his head.

"Speak up. How can you still fail to get things done at a time like this? We are all grasshoppers tied to the same string now," Yue Changfeng said.

She let out a neurotic giggle, swaying as she moved closer, hiding the deep, subconscious sorrow within her. She leaned toward his ear and whispered, "You... you think you can?..." She puffed out her chest, only to immediately deflate.

"By that calculation, Durmstrang has never won once. To catch up, it would take at least three hundred years," Malfoy said, offering the only comfort he could find from that perspective.

As Katherina Carroll looked up, she naturally caught sight of that imposing, familiar figure in the light. Her bright, lively eyes instantly widened, and her heart began to hammer wildly.

"And then?" Upon hearing that his disciple would face life-threatening danger, Ancestor Chen Tuan showed not a hint of anxiety, simply posing this question to Daoist Master Luo.