Chapter 58: Grassroots Empress 8

This is what his mother told him.
Yet Huaiying seemed not to care at all.
Should he still ask for it then?
Lu Guizhi could not help but sigh, finally making a secret resolution.
No matter how the other person viewed the matter, as a man, he still had to take responsibility.
This was what he ought to do.
He could not shirk responsibility simply because the other party did not care.
Lu Guizhi nodded inwardly to convince himself and quickened his pace to catch up.
He followed Huaiying and sneaked into the brothel madam's room.

"By the evening of the second day at the latest, we will arrive at one of the organization's strongholds. I wonder how you will manage when we encounter the phantom projections of the leader and the others," Sasori said, deliberately adopting a gloating tone.

Lately, he always felt that unfamiliar auras drifted through this imperial city from time to time. Occasionally, when one accidentally exposed its presence, he could sense that unfamiliarity tracing back along the trail, only for it to vanish again once he concealed himself.
It was neither the fledgling roc nor that self-righteous fellow Kong Xuan, and not even anyone he knew.

Though he had never witnessed corpse-driving, he had heard of it; yet driving a living person was something he was seeing for the first time. Was she truly that ignorant, or had she genuinely been knocked stupid by that collision?
Having said that, he felt extremely displeased, thoroughly detesting being looked down upon in such a manner. Unfortunately, he had chosen to be a swordsman; I suppose he would scarcely have the chance in this lifetime to ride such a towering mount.

Seeing that everyone looked quite dissatisfied with Lan Zhi's expression, Emperor Mingxue narrowed his eyes at the sight, then smiled instead.
The guest rooms of the Qin family were far superior to the residences of the villagers in White Castle Village—clean, warm, and quiet. Everyone slept very well that night, and by the next morning, all three woke up somewhat late. Yet this "late" was only relative; when they got up, the sky was still only faintly bright.

"How much?" Xinyu opened her pretty eyes, a slender, snow-white neck exposed beneath her collar.
The previous time was rather sudden, with two of them ganging up on her alone. She felt her side was at too much of a disadvantage, which was why she had acted hastily; as for this time... Although Sifeng Jingyan said that old man was formidable, seeing him in such a completely relaxed state, there was surely no suspense. It would be better to simply sit securely and watch the show as the proper course of action.

Xing Tianyi was extremely curious about this question. He had always yearned for arcane magic; there was no helping it, as this magic was simply too convenient and practical. Although he had only used it a few times back in Night Spring Town, it had left a colossal impression on him.

After all, interrupting her sweet moments with a beauty last night was truly my fault. Moreover, mortals now controlled my three daily meals, forcing me to bow my head and properly offer my apologies to him.

The next moment, Shi Qing felt a shock in his heart and forcibly controlled his body to halt, his tiger claws grazing narrowly past the guard uniform of his opponent.
Earlier, he had used a total of three sacred martial items; both his armor and heart-protecting mirror had already cracked, leaving only the hammer in his hand intact. The power of the final heavenly tribulation far surpassed that of the second, and in his current condition, he would not be able to withstand it no matter what.

"Humph! You must think I'm ugly too!" Seeing not a shred of fear in Mingyang's expression, Lan Yueyue turned her head away indignantly, planted her hands on her waist, and breathed heavily.

As the older man walked, he continuously briefed the second younger man on the village's developments over the past few years, making the second younger man feel as though his eyes and ears were no longer enough to take it all in.

"It's nothing. I might just be tired. A little rest will do. Senior Sister, don't worry!" Her voice still sounded somewhat weak.

Hearing that Yu Feng had accepted, Chi Yan and Chi She were also delighted. After all, the strength of the Crimson Flame Mercenary Corps had increased once more, which could also offset the grief of Crimson Tiger's death at this moment.

Why would such a resplendent palace, a palace with people coming and going in a endless stream, contain such an isolated and remote place?
"Besides, if we stay, the Tianxing Sect wouldn't have the guts to touch us." Saying this, Ying Yi fished a glistening white jade vial from his waist.