Hot Spring Resort (11) Hostile Faction

"Speaking of which, I could sense the presence of that axe-wielder nearby earlier..." Jin finished speaking and quickly retracted his tentacles.

A creepy boss? What is he here for? Does he want to kill her? Mu Xinning weighed various possibilities in her mind.

Jin reassured her, "Don't worry, I don't sense any murderous intent from him for now. He's probably just here to peek."

"Peeking?!" Mu Xinning felt rather uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Chen Siyun was taken aback. She hadn't expected this young girl to have such a pathetic background, which involuntarily stirred a trace of pity in her heart.

"You two should head back to the estate first. As soon as I get Mancang released, I'll have him sent back to you," Xu Shi said, looking at Shen Zhongnan.

Faintly, the sound of rushing wind roared like the bellowing of a wild bull, whipping up fierce gales throughout the entire room.

The crowd below was engaged in lively discussions, some completely baffled. Only those who truly understood Dongfang Xiao grasped the real power of those two sword hilts.

Reacting purely on reflex, Lu Qingyi pulled her hand back instantly, blushing and looking around anxiously. Seeing no one nearby, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Your father won't disagree; just listen to me on this." Right now, her father was the prefect of Nantong; although the Shen family was wealthy, they were merchants after all, so there was no reason for him to refuse.

Compared to a century ago, the Yang River was now even more prosperous. As Lu Qingyi took in the streets along the river the whole way, many places that held deep memories for her were already gone.

Over the past few days, besides taking little Zheng back and forth to school, Jinghe spent her time visiting the Prince Ping's Mansion to check on Lady Fan's pregnancy, while secretly calculating when Prince Ji would make his move.

The last time Xing Zeyu had seen Jiang Xuan was when he was resurrected. Afterward, Jiang Xuan had been protected by the elders within a barrier to concentrate entirely on the God-Creation Project, yet he never expected the two of them to meet in a place like this.

All nine of them looked up together at the starry sky, as Vano and Youyou snuggled into the arms of Qiongling and Xing Zeyu, gazing at the dazzling, dreamlike colors overhead. Just like the Wuxian Country and the Woye Country, one could see an entire Milky Way here, charming like ribbons of silk and feeling as though it were another truly existing world.

With the failure of the Northern Expedition, the retreating western rebels joined forces and poured out of Sichuan, plunging the Great Ming dynasty once again into a desperate abyss. If anyone could turn the tide of decline, it was none other than the Duke of Qi, Chen Yue! Yet at this moment, no matter how much the courtiers disliked Chen Yue, and no matter how wary everyone was of his power and achievements, they had no choice but to put all their grievances aside.

That biological father of his, Sheng Lanshi, was habitually debauched and rarely home, caring not a whit whether his descendants lived or died. Naturally, matters of marriage were entirely arranged by his grandparents.

"Emmm..." Having not seen Dong Mengwei for several months, they were finally reunited. Prior to this, Zhang Liang had imagined numerous scenarios for their reunion—some tender, some tear-jerking, some confrontational, and naturally some romantic—yet he had never imagined that a real-life reunion would turn out like this.

"Clap, clap, clap." Just as Li Muhe let out a long sigh of relief, Zhang Liang took the lead in applauding. At this moment, he was the only one who could applaud for her, while everyone else could only post bullet comments online.

He glanced up at the rear camp, ignoring the soldiers swarming around him, and charged straight toward the rear camp.

One must sharpen their tools if they are to do their work well. On his way back to the rental apartment, Zhang Liang did not forget to buy himself a mechanical keyboard. After three days of typing, his typing speed was already quite impressive. Now, switching to a mechanical keyboard, even without using a speed-up card, his hourly output could barely reach around three thousand words.

Sheng Weiqiao warned herself not to fall for his tricks, so even though she was all ears listening at that moment, she still kept her lips tightly pursed, her face sullen and without a single word.

Yan Liang was shocked. Liu Bei had only seven or eight hundred men, while the ambush force guarding the rear had a thousand. Yet right now, the Liu Bei troops left on the ground numbered only two to three hundred, whereas their own side still had seven or eight hundred.

Moreover, the behavior of Gamp Yoko exposed not just issues with his character and perception, but also serious issues with his intelligence. Anyone with even a shred of intelligence wouldn't insult the award winner as a prize presenter, would they?