Chapter 61: The Cannon Fodder Fiancée (61)

"It's a secret."

She skillfully applied a light layer of makeup, picked a casual outfit from the walk-in closet to change into, and checked the time—it was just right.

"Could I borrow Uncle Zhang?"

Uncle Zhang was the villa's driver. Ordinarily, whenever Xie Yanci drank at business banquets, Uncle Zhang was needed to act as his designated driver.

Xie Yanci was puzzled; with him, a ready-made driver, right here, what reason could Yun Jin possibly have for asking for Uncle Zhang?

"Is there something you're keeping from me?"

"No."

He was a king banished to the desolate wastes, stripped of power and influence, forbidden to return to the capital for the rest of his life. Yet who could have known that he held elite troops in his grasp, and upon his sudden rise, all directions would tremble in shock?

"Yes!" The four men behind him naturally took the chief guard as their head. Now that the order had been given, they immediately charged forward.

Afterward, Xiao Changfeng watched with a composed expression as Li Yunqi went through a frantic and flustered process. Hurriedly dressed, Li Yunqi pulled Xiao Changfeng out the door. He originally wanted to go knock on Wu Hao and the others' doors, but then thought that at this hour, they must have already gone out, so he abandoned the idea.

A trace of tyrannical light radiated from Wu Zijun's bloodshot eyes, and then a bloody beam of light shot out from his body.

"It's not out of the question to send you back to school, but there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. You Japanese have always been the most 'courteous'—what return can you give me?" Lin Xuan's lips curled into a playful smile as he spoke.

"Your Majesty... goes to the Palace of Earthly Tranquility every day?" On the surface, I remained entirely calm, yet I still found it hard to believe Lu Yunyi's words, and couldn't help asking once more, completely losing my composure.

I just held her like that. The aching numbness in my arms gradually turned into complete loss of feeling. The rushing tears eventually ran dry, and even I began to grow chilled all over. Zhuer cowered to one side, crying incessantly, calling out for Crescent one moment and for me the next, like a beggar pleading to the heavens with nothing to show for it.

"His Majesty has arrived!" Zhuer hurriedly put down the celebratory quilt, hastened away from the bedside, and knelt to pay her respects. I was still sitting before the vanity, having not yet reacted, when Zhu Di walked in, smiling gently as he looked at me.

Before the Imperial Noble Consort issued her decree, Consort De had personally visited Consort Rong's quarters, sharing her plan for the day without reservation, all so that Consort Rong could come to the Palace of Eternal Harmony and watch a good show when the time came.

"I swear to be at irreconcilable odds with you Turks!" Xin Liaoer had already reacted the moment the Turks fled at the very beginning. However, before he could prepare to recall his troops, Xue Wanche had already led a force of two thousand, rushing into the camp like a torrential flood.

"This 'Dragon-Seeking Ruler' is a one-time consumable item, forged in imitation of the 'Spirit-Seeking Disk'. It is no surprise that it is used for navigation, but unfortunately, the refining method of that 'Spirit-Seeking Disk' has long been lost in our sect. Otherwise, we wouldn't have let Nephew Xia take such a perilous risk to the Land of Extreme Cold to forge this Dragon-Seeking Ruler!" Kun Tu shook his head and said.

Green Bull Protector never imagined that someone as young as Wu Feng could possess strength grown to such a terrifying degree. In the blink of an eye, his body was locked down by a terrifying aura of power, and he could only watch helplessly as that giant hand reached toward him.

"Cao Cao? Who is Cao Cao?" Maodong muttered to himself, running ahead to push open several courtyard doors. When the final courtyard gate swung open, he saw a young, uncultivated mortal servant standing before the door, bowing and scraping.

However, Deft did not give up the struggle either. When the Blind Monk used the second activation of his Q ability, Sonic Wave, Deft used his E ability, Arcane Shift, to blink deeper into the safety of the lower lane's outer tower. This might force the Blind Monk to take a bit more damage from the tower's defenses.

Yet at present, when it was difficult to level up hero tiers, the experience points gained through personal training were noticeably much greater.

"Originally, I also held high hopes for this boy, but this time I am placing my bet on someone else," Jinming continued.

Every time they rushed the charts was actually a moment to increase fan cohesion. The repeated clashes between Ah Yi's Knights and the Yi Alliance not only pitted the two fanbases against each other but also boosted their respective cohesion, instilling in them a strong sense of belonging to their own fan groups.

Even more terrifying was that the First Elder's cultivation was already that of a Heavenly Question 12th-layer Source-Inquiring expert.

As Qin Yuyan stepped down from the carriage, Xiangcheng, dressed in a bright red pleated skirt, also stepped down gracefully, lifting the hem of her gown.

To make such a bold guess based merely on a shred of demonic Qi from the Holy Dragon Longevity Shrine was far too frivolous.

Patron Ma returned home in a fury and scolded Ma Chuo severely. Ma Chuo, of course, thought nothing of it, entirely oblivious to the vastness of the heavens and earth, and utterly ignorant of his father's painstaking good intentions.

With a loud shout of "Bright!", he landed before the first palace and then threw a heavy punch forward.

Ever since that day, Wuyi had been recuperating in the side hall, being attentively cared for by a large group of people every day. After a dozen days of rest, Wuyi's injuries had finally healed.

Returning to his apartment, he immediately took a cold shower. Fearing his own wandering thoughts, he even went next door to chat with Fang Ming before finally returning to his room to rest.

"I hurt my foot hunting yesterday." Jun Yunchen instinctively glanced at Lin Zhaoxi, then pointed to his foot and explained to Aunt Zheng.

Lin Manrong had originally thought that Ji Citing would respond just as before, offering only a cold, indifferent reply of a few words to Yi Anqi.

He truly lived up to being a high-IQ, black-bellied creature; with just a single phone call to Nie Zhen, he left her speechless and forced to remain on the island.

Yet today's scene shattered the last shred of fantasy he had harbored regarding Han Shaorong, and matters had progressed to a point where neither of them could easily let go.

Pills that could restore one's youth were not entirely nonexistent; perhaps the Imperial Preceptor was some kind of alchemist, packaging ordinary pills under the gimmick of the Fruit of Longevity—that was entirely possible.

Meanwhile, the leading factions in the remaining dozen or so cities felt even more imperiled. One by one, they began searching far and wide for helpers, vowing to defeat the Swordsman Team and stop them right at their own gates.

Monks from the Vast Sea Sect were definitely out of the question; choosing rogue cultivators was best. It seemed he would need to venture out more often into Sea King City in the future. If it truly proved unavoidable, he would target one or two cultivators with decent aptitudes but truly wretched character.