Chapter 84: Interested in Becoming My Disciple?

Even Lady Gui, who had always served by the Dowager's side in the Marquis of Huaiyin's household, had fallen ill. The other maids and old women who came to attend her were not to her liking, and she found it hard to get used to their service.

Amunia hurriedly threw himself to the ground to save the ball, but his balance was off. By the time he hit the ground, the football had already flown past his armpit and into the goal.

What worried me was that if the old soldier heard anything about Li Xinya and compared it with the information from Xing Li, Li Xinya’s identity could very well be exposed, and she would immediately be in great danger.

How could she not recognize him? The flight attendant almost couldn't stop herself from blurting out the words on the tip of her tongue.

Xia Yingying, with her sharp eyes, not only spotted Wei Yu but also noticed the luxury goods on the man beside her.

The things brought by the villagers were ultimately kept by her parents. They thanked everyone profusely and found a proper place to store them. Though the gifts from the mountains and fields were not precious, they were tokens of goodwill. After putting everything away, they chatted for a long while. She listened quietly at the side, finding joy in the familial tales and the warmth of hearthside gossip.

Not only had there never been a direct player transfer between the two sides, but it was also rare for a player to have played for both Liverpool and Manchester United at the same time.

Because Robinho, Alves, and Thiago Silva were all Brazilians, the media attributed the affair to a rebellion by the so-called Brazilian clique.

Gu Wan glanced at him, bent down, picked up the spirit tablet discarded on the ground, wiped away the dust, and tucked it carefully into her bundle.

A dream formed by the power of the True Spirit possesses a quality of "reality"—in a sense, it is another form of reality itself. Outsiders wishing to intervene in such a dream must themselves possess a certain strength of True Spirit power.

Before the young man finished his sentence, the old demon suddenly grinned, tightened his grip on the mountain slip in his hand, leaped high, and whistled away in the direction from which he had come.

Before she could close the notification messages, a string of beeping alerts sounded in the carriage all at once.

Though many people knew that Ye Sibai was dabbling in the entertainment industry, she had no notable works, so most had no particular impression of her.

Listening to her, Ye Sibai saw that she seemed genuinely less pained and nodded in response.

All the people in the Left Army Commander's residence knew that every morning, the Dowager would rise early and bathe and dress herself behind the curtains of her couch, allowing no one to attend to her during this time.

She pulled out the arrowhead, stitched and dressed the wound, and finally her breathing calmed. Even when they changed the dressing two days later, the wound was visibly scabbing over—yet unexpectedly, the moment she awoke she started fussing again, and for a split second he was so frightened he almost lost his heartbeat.

At the time, she knew it was Consort Qin who had acted. She could neither touch the King of Yan’s mother nor stretch her hand into the palace. She had to swallow this grievance in silence.

Everyone present sensed something ominous, except for Tong Le, who offered a knowing smile, as if he anticipated what Jiang Ping was about to say.

A sorcerer, concealing his true identity while masquerading as another master—what could be the meaning of this?

“What?! Over twenty tons of gold for just ten used cruisers?” Lilio Kalani knew the prices of warships, though he’d never had the money to buy one.

It was strange, certainly, but Liu Yihua was focused on helping Qi Xueyan bring her fever down and had no time to spare for such thoughts.

“They only want the main bodies of these two atomic bombs?” Angolo reluctantly voiced his suspicion.

Swimming required proper swimwear, and as Dai explained the rules to Yuka Kazami, she carried her straight into the changing room, half explaining and half acting.

The walrus clearly understood, but its eyes blazed with even greater fury. With an angry roar, another jet of water shot from its nose toward Chen Tian.

“It’s you, Ye Hao!” The old man’s muscles tensed, his eyes flashing with terror. Since they had allied with the Heavenly Calamity Sect, they knew a few things. When the four major factions sent four Soul Emperor-level experts to the mortal realm, it seemed a sure victory—but then Lu Feifei brought back shocking news.

As soon as Chen Tian arrived, he was prepared to give him a hard time. So when Xia Wei challenged Chen Tian to a duel, not only did he not stop him, but he also encouraged Xia Wei to seriously injure Chen Tian’s spirit. He never expected, however, that Xiao Wei would lose.

Chongzhen put down the letter and sat in his chair, his heart filled with anxiety. Was the Ming Dynasty truly on the brink of collapse? Was it really as dire as described? Why was this man’s assessment so different from that of the officials at court? Just what kind of person was Huang Peng?

No one knew how much time had passed. Qi Xueyan lay silently on the bed, her eyes closed, mouth slightly open, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, struggling in its final moments, her body tensing and trembling with every breath.

That was a discarded newspaper she had taken from Jun Qingyue’s room. Lin Feng had meant to throw it away, but she kept it for her studies.

“Uncle, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of Shu Xinyan and won’t let anyone bully her.” Hua Ziye silently added in his heart: Except for myself.

Xu Ran’s voice pierced the air, and then, from above, staff members suspended in the air appeared, holding baskets and handing out wedding candies and red envelopes to everyone.

The beast spirits fought daily for their meals, and these battles had lasted for centuries. They were naturally competitive and quarrelsome. To compete for places, they spontaneously set up arenas.

Zhi Yan’s face was grave. He hadn’t expected Ye Yuhen’s metal monster to have evolved into a Metagross with such formidable strength. This was beyond his knowledge and contrary to his expectations.

Hua Zhihui was so flustered by Bai Qiang’s words that his mind was in turmoil. At this moment, he could not afford any mistakes. Outside, Hua Tiangeng was still fawning over Hua Ziye. For his own sake, he could only steel himself and speak harshly to Bai Qiang.

Yet the Fate Saint Spear only ranked eighth because of the Green Hat Aura; its true power was enough to place it in the top three divine weapons of the Celestial Empire, an acknowledged fact.

The down payment was one percent of the total price—one thousand yuan. The full price was one hundred thousand yuan, with the remaining ninety-nine thousand payable at the end.

“Huh?” Xia Lin looked at Jun Qingyue in confusion, unable to tell if he was talking about her condition or spouting some corny flirtation.

The Starlight Key at Uer’s waist suddenly flickered with a faint glow, and seeing this, a smile appeared on Uer’s lips.