Volume 1, Chapter 52: Inviting Him to Dinner at the Wedding Banquet

Manager Zhang, this is our big brother. From now on, whenever big brother comes to the hotel for any services, everything is free. Understand? said the man with the crew cut.

Just shortly after I returned to the Yi Dao Tang, my master staggered in, reeking of strong alcohol and occasionally letting out loud burps.

That's right, since it's on our way anyway, after finishing this task we can strike at Yanzhou from behind Cao Cao! Although Xuzhou had no troops to spare, it did not mean Lü Zhuo would remain completely docile. At this moment, despite their small numbers, the Flying Tiger Camp could achieve remarkable results.

Had he not been tied up with other matters, Wang Yang would have loved to play along and see what kind of backgrounds those people who were so eager to make them stay really had.

Before long, blood-stained, shattered teeth fell onto the ground, broken directly from the mouths of Sun Zhonghe and Sun Buju.

The butler escorted Jiang Dongting upstairs, where there was a lounge. Seeing that the two of them should be far enough away by now, Xu Qingshen finally strode out.

Zhang Liao hastily raised his great saber. With a deafening crash, the weapon almost flew out of his grip. Wei Yan, pressing his advantage relentlessly, launched a series of fierce attacks that forced Zhang Liao to retreat step by step. Seizing the opportunity, Wei Yan drove straight ahead, ruthlessly carving a bloody path to break through the encirclement.

Diaochan's letter was enclosed within Li Ru's correspondence. From Liu Bei's perspective, Diaochan was still in Li Ru's custody, and correspondingly, the unborn child was also firmly in Li Ru's hands.

True enough, although she had deflected most of the Noble Phantasms, she was still pierced by two long swords and plummeted downward. Fortunately, the Conqueror was indeed an experienced veteran chosen by the Holy Grail with top-notch piloting skills; he caught her at the very last split second.

Yet his carefree and unrestrained nature must have had something to do with it; otherwise, with Lü Chunyang's personality, how could he have ever attained the realm of a Golden Immortal?

It has been over a year. I wonder what reality looks like now, and what changes have taken place.

Even if such a chivalrous hero truly existed in this world, what of it? He might help a few, dozens, or even hundreds of impoverished commoners, but there were countless suffering people across the world—could he possibly save them all?

This was the punishment for locals, but if outsiders like Zhao Yang committed such offenses, it would be treated quite differently. Not only would their time allowance be deducted, but they would also be banished to the Garbage Mountain and forbidden from entering Liuxia City for ten years.

Since someone had lowered the price of meat, the commoners naturally flocked to it. At first, some suspected the meat was no longer fresh and was being sold off cheaply.

By eight o'clock in the morning, when the sky was fully bright, Student Xiao Xiao still had not appeared in Feiyuan.

Zhang Yuanchu displayed the Saint-Guiding Mirror, its golden mirror light shining like the midday sun. Yet when the mirror beam struck the Azure Tide Pearl, it left only a wisp of five-colored mist within the reflection, likewise unable to claim the pearl using this supreme treasure of the Supreme One.

Sure enough, as soon as the two entered the door, they heard Mu Qing's voice: "My father is looking for me, and I can't stay in any hotels or inns; I'll be found..." Checking into hotels and inns required real-name registration. Not to mention that her ID card was lost, even if she had it, she wouldn't dare present it.

This made her feel somewhat embarrassed. That man wasn't as terrifying as she thought; she could sense a gentle aura about him—one that felt both very familiar and entirely strange.

The second layer began to show signs of life, nurturing all kinds of thunder-attribute divine treasures, and even growing mystic and rare treasures like thunder-struck wood, which immortals could use to forge artifacts. It was precisely here that human immortals suffered heavy casualties.

"It seems that's still not enough to move you," Lan Che rubbed his nose indifferently, seemingly finding it entirely acceptable not to achieve a perfect score.

Yet he also understood that this was not the time for revenge, because Wang Fan was already pursuing him from behind, his hands suddenly erupting with overlapping afterimages.

On the deserted campus pathway under the orange streetlights, a refreshing night breeze blew. In the distance, students in the dormitories let out various eccentric shouts, and the summer sky was filled with sparkling, brilliant stars. A couple was passionately kissing right there.

Subsequently, Chen Teng cast his gaze toward the nearby chubby local tyrant, who was already dumbfounded with terror. Two flashes of chilling light swept across his pitch-black eyes.

Thinking of how he had once considered sending his own son to her for electroconvulsive therapy, Qian Weiqing felt a creeping numbness over his scalp and desperately wanted to slap himself hard a few times.

With a rustling sound, dozens of ghostly figures suddenly materialized behind the two of them. These specters were all towering in stature and exuded a chilling, ghostly aura.

The man stepped back a few more steps; although he had shattered the spear, faint traces of blood remained on his palms.

Lin Xiaolei was almost speechless, muttering inwardly in confusion: You fellow, Ye Fan is obviously a total lech, yet you're throwing yourself at him! I really can't fathom what's going on inside your head.

Upon returning home, Wei Cai grabbed some money and documents, and immediately fled toward the border with his wife and son, crossing over via special routes.

"Blocking you, so what? Got a problem?" Chu Tian retorted. This infuriated Jian Xuan, yet his sword blade continued to spin frantically, glowing to the point of turning red.

Beads of sweat covered his companion's forehead, as if he had just engaged in a strenuous physical workout.

"Your request can be granted. However, I also have a condition: I want to see Consort Hua!" The Emperor of Wei was utterly disheartened. The only thing he could not let go of now was his most cherished Consort Hua.

Xu Han stepped toward the herbal garden, drawn in by the allure of those medicinal plants. Even though he had no idea whether doing so was right or wrong—perhaps a single step forward would lead to his doom—the temptation before him was simply too great for him not to be moved.

"Sob!" Han Su's low, sobbing cries awakened Xu Han nearby. Xu Han looked at her and smiled, shaking his head, having no idea how to comfort her.

As he said this, Huang Bo's eyes darted wildly around his sockets, and a ferocious expression flashed rapidly across his face.

"Is that so?" Lin恩 asked with a smile, hoping this wasn't merely a psychological illusion created by promotional hype. At the thought of this, his first glance went to Wolfrum; the relatively experienced veteran stood smilingly by, appearing not particularly in agreement.

"Yoona, hold him up while I wipe his mouth," Taeyeon said, wringing out a washcloth and speaking to Yoona.

Xu Han frowned, realizing that Ma Youming had no intention whatsoever of competing with the Yang family for control over the exchange points.

"Leave? Where to? Have your issues been cleared up? Who said you could leave?" Captain Zhou glared, a mocking smile playing on his lips.