Chapter 85: The Struggle of the Divine Beasts

When he reached the heights, Xie Yuan turned to look back and discovered that the large house in the center of the village, comparable to the village chief’s residence, had transformed into an enormous bonfire. The commotion made the frightened black horse even more agitated—it leapt in place a few times and then charged ahead madly.

As soon as Ye Fan entered Luo Han’s bedroom, he immediately lifted her hands and pinned them to the door, savoring her plump, luscious lips. After a long moment, when the tobacco was nearly burnt out, the village chief finally put down the heavy pipe, picked up his cup, and drank slowly.

She had remained untouched all this time, so that when she met the right person, she could strike unerringly. Wu Lao Si, shield in one hand and knife in the other, was about to advance from the side, but hesitated at those words and slowed his movement.

Now, their relationship was no different from strangers—perhaps even worse, for Mo Xuan Yu’s blade intent was firmly locked onto him. Chu Yao stacked the chopped firewood neatly under the eaves outside the kitchen; she couldn’t help feeling a sense of accomplishment.

No matter how she tried to explain, it was futile. So she merely denied it calmly, unconcerned with what they thought of her. Inside, she felt a tremendous struggle, as if a vast abyss were pulling her in.

As for the former officials, all those loyal to the Jin Yu Kingdom were imprisoned, while the spineless fence-sitters were kept in place, new officials appointed as chief administrators. So many chaotic matters, but I paid them no mind, leading the elite unit to withdraw first.

Today was the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet—a family meal, with many concubines presenting their talents to attract the Emperor’s attention. Zi Han was so happy; palace intrigue and jealousy were what she had long yearned to witness.

With the Wild Wolf Mercenary Corps fully assembled, I issued a new mission: search for the vanished Crusader unit.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, bloodshot and bulging veins—he remembered witnessing in the Peach Orchard of Mount Wangwu how the witch Luo scattered a thousand-year corpse poison upon the beauty, causing her flesh to rot and foul water to stream.

No need for public announcements; in the industry, agencies flocked like sharks scenting blood.

“Ha ha…” Duan did not dodge but instead embraced Sun Qiao, his eyes full of tenderness.

This technique was absolutely extraordinary—even the world’s top racers would find such maneuvers difficult. He was stunned; the car lost its prior ferocity, hesitated for a moment, and fell far behind the Ferrari 599.

“Rest assured, this will be your home from now on—a place you can depend on. Eat up, everyone. Once we finish, we’ll work hard.” After the meal, Zi Han taught them a dance, then went out to Yunjin Manor to look at clothes.

He immediately recalled that this agency also existed in the parallel world, holding the same status, and was quite large.

Ye Chen was restless, helpless, and angry—he still had to catch the Nightmare Demon, but how could he manage it as a white horse? Should he use his hooves?

When Deng He was chief editor, he never did anything so odd, but after I took over, all these strange things began.

They couldn’t help but imagine the glory and prestige that would come if Mi Lele succeeded in the college entrance exam next year, along with the brand effect.

Two weeks passed in a flash, and for Chu Yu, nothing significant happened during that time.

However, with only five minutes left in the match, Santos’ main goalkeeper, Kimar, was unfortunately injured and left the field. The in-form Pele had to retreat from the front to his own penalty area and act as goalkeeper, making several crucial saves and allowing Santos to escape.

Now, they viewed traversing the Red Earth Continent as their fulfillment, working together without anyone urging them, taking turns to accomplish it.

“Officer, I haven’t taken any drugs, and I agree to a blood test. But before that, I want to see my agent and my lawyer.” Facing the bald interrogator, Tang Wu replied patiently.

At that moment, Tang Wu had already rushed forward—after leaping high between the two, the two-meter-tall Haipiya found himself level with Tang Wu’s waist.

Growing up in a poor family, he never considered learning to drive; in his mind, a private car had nothing to do with him.

After returning to the country, Liu Surong’s family of three often spent time together, and the old couple’s relationship quickly warmed, even showing signs of reconciliation.

These people were sent by Agnelli—main forces of the Black Hand. Since Yun Sheng needed peace, they would do everything to help him solve his problems.

When he finally understood, he went back to ask those who had advised him, but they were all confused—who remembers a casually spoken word? They tried to recall, vaguely felt it was something they’d heard, but when pressed, could only shake their heads.

His frank statement of interests, with hidden meaning, left Li Shen unsure how to respond—he had no ambition to build his own power, and had no preference for whom to promote, but after Lian Mu’s words, if he favored only humble-born men, it would seem he had ulterior motives.

“Tonight I’ll sneak into Wang Yun’s mansion; once things are clear, we’ll know what she’s up to,” Chen Mo said, stroking his chin.

Originally, once the assessment began, any player who touched the sheepskin scroll would be bound by magic, stripping away their equipment and bonus attribute points. Yet Old Cat, naked, felt no such magical restraint—so the test was simply for base intelligence.

In the past, Lian Cheng Yazi watched over her, sheltering her from the storms outside, but today she was the one keeping watch for him.

Xie Bin died in San Yue; his wife inherited his will, donned armor, and devoted her life to the southeast border of Great Xia. For Zhu Qiuxi, it was already the best possible ending.

“Perfect timing—I was worried about not having enough ships, but here someone has eagerly sent over more than twenty!” Li Bin laughed.

Beigong Yi, looking odd, hurriedly bowed and mumbled, “Greetings, Fairy.” Though he didn’t know Yuehong, he recognized the Miaoxin Sect. When meeting an ancestor of the Miaoxin Sect, the other party should pay their respects to him; since Xun Yi called her ‘sister,’ he should call himself ‘junior,’ but those words stuck in his throat.