Chapter 127: The Favorite

The Supreme Emperor Azure Saiyan 1269 words 2026-03-24 23:05:29

“Your Majesty, just ahead is Metuo Town. Perhaps we should stay here for the night.”

A group of twenty riders, including Li Gui and several assassins, surrounded Qin Xiao for protection.

Qin Xiao considered the situation carefully. Returning to the capital now, without Ye Lao’s presence, could prove dangerous.

“Ada, leave a mark at the town’s entrance. We’ll wait here in Metuo until Ye Lao returns...”

Brother Dafei’s controlled Zhao Xin secured the first blood. He dared not linger in the enemy’s territory any longer and promptly turned around, preparing to slip away.

Rose Master’s expression immediately darkened. She was clever enough to understand how precarious the situation had become.

Every newborn child carries your fierce spirit; every shepherd’s face bears your features; every dream within the yurts holds the image of you riding by.

Wei Zheng curled his lips and said, “Big mouth or not, eating from all sides is nothing bad.” After spending so much time with Cheng Yaojin and Fang Sanlang in the army, Wei Zheng’s thick skin had grown even thicker.

After Hu Yizhou lightened the mood, he returned to his seat. The remaining tasks were entrusted to the students.

Doctor Zhong gave several examples, and the audience instantly understood how to apply the glycemic index in real life.

“Congratulations. Congratulations.” Doctor Zhong also responded warmly. Naturally, Lin Qiang and Zhang Xue in the inner hall heard the news as well.

Among them, only Fang Sanlang was somewhat unfamiliar, so some things were uncertain whether it was appropriate to say. Han Bo smiled, “Fang Sanlang is one of us, my personal guard. Feel free to speak openly.” Fang Sanlang chuckled heartily, and everyone laughed along seeing his cheerful demeanor.

In this era, the concept of shopping no longer existed. Most matters could be handled through the Starlink Network. Going out meant simply strolling along the streets.

On the ship, the emblem of the New Year garrison was unmistakable. The base appeared in a normal saucer shape, its color a gleaming silver-white.

“Very well, since my sister is too shy to speak, as her elder sister, I shall not refuse. Allow me and my husband to share our thoughts.” Chen Yuanyuan paused, deliberately slowing her speech to suit Hekun’s taste.

“I look forward to it.” Bai Yifan’s lips moved slightly, responding with a single word in lip language.

Of course, there would also be merit awards for those who defended the emperor, such as Lord Wu’an and Lord Chang’an, but those were matters of the court.

He continued his research, time slipping by bit by bit. Unnoticed, several days passed, and when he reached the end, Jiang Han’s eyes gleamed with an unusual light.

His square face held a certain heroic bearing. Judging by appearance alone, no one would suspect he was a ruthless criminal. Only Xingchen’s sharp perception could detect the intense scent of blood radiating from him.

He himself did not know why he was always so angry, but seeing the foolishness of these fish, shrimp, and turtles, he could not help but flare up.

Baili Hongji saw that Left Prime Minister Qin Luan was approaching. Since the desire to befriend Sun Bufan had been fulfilled, staying here now as a third wheel made him blush with embarrassment. He bowed and took his leave.

The faceless god paused, then instinctively turned its head. Although blind, it clearly looked toward the grave keeper, hesitation evident.

Su Yan couldn’t help but think to himself, while subtly instructing Tantai Xier to automatically deliver the tofu.

“Fei’er, where is Fei’er? Has she arrived?” Although Shangguan Honglie was startled, he did not intervene. With Ying present, if she wanted to escape, it would be impossible.

Bayern Munich fans panicked as Li Qingshan entered the penalty area, their hearts pounding wildly.

The lingering phantoms of Dimilia closed in. Each shadow was identical to Dimilia, wielding the same black katana. The slashes came from those black blades—seven or eight cuts pressed against each throat. Whether they moved or remained still, they could be instantly killed in a flash.