Chapter 31: Do You Wish for My Death?

“Heh, have you all planned this together? Arriving as one.”
Qin Xiao’s tone was flat, betraying neither joy nor anger.
At his words, the assembled officials halted, bowing their heads in unison.
Li Changshu stepped forward, saluting, and said, “Your Majesty, you have attended court early these past two days. We, your subjects, worry for your health.”
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The tactic worked; old Zhang immediately backed down. That killer—old Zhang was truly scared out of his wits. If he really angered that killer and got himself tossed to those cannibal groups, it would be a calamity.
Because of their familiarity, the best way to obtain the truth was to trade sincerity for sincerity.
Ah! There’s no helping it, all thanks to that damned troublemaker. If he hadn’t provoked us, we wouldn’t have lost so many players, and now both sides have few left. Though we have plenty of god-level players gathering here, our numbers are too small. We simply cannot stop the demon knights.
“Swish, swish, swish!” No sooner had I spoken than several Slow Recovery spells were cast onto me.
Winter had come. After only a brief summer and autumn, she had already changed into a completely different person.
Wasn’t Jing Zhichen rarely seen at the company? At this hour, nearly everyone had left work—what was he doing here now?
“Sis, you mustn’t fall for their tricks again. That whole family is rotten to the core,” Qian Lei said as she walked out of her room.
“How is that possible? My goodness, this ability is simply monstrous—more terrifying than the global positioning system,” Ma Debao gasped as he watched Sun Yalei open his eyes, muttering under his breath.
Just as Jing Zhichen and An Yiran turned away, tears welled uncontrollably in Luo Yiyi’s eyes, spilling down like rain.
Fat Yu was about to throw his whole weight into it, and I wondered, are we closing the door? If he doesn’t suffocate me with his bulk, that’s already lucky—why bother closing the door?
His voice was soft. Chen Rong heard it indistinctly, and quickly glanced around, pretending she hadn’t heard.
Gu Chen looked in confusion at this unpredictable brute, his eccentric master, and asked.
Xiao Pearl said: Lending for profit, marrying for sons—if you can’t bear a son, what’s the point of marrying you? Just for decoration?
In short, the people speculated, the newspapers speculated, and here, the reporters spread the news further.
Just like Qiu Tianming—he too was a grand martial master, but he relied on his father’s authority, leaving his family’s legion to command as their general.
Though he scorned her approach, her attitude and reaction still left him deeply unsettled.
A crystalline, moist, snow-colored arm stretched out from the pile of dried corpses. Though yellowish pus covered it, it was unmistakably the limb of a living person.
The vanguard army now had half a million troops stationed at the frontlines of the Soviet state, exerting deterrence but unable to move. Though the Soviets were being hammered by Germany, if he pulled all his troops back, Slavlin would surely counterattack.
Jiang Chengce gazed ahead with indifference, constantly speeding up and overtaking cars, his impatience and irritation plain to see.
For a long moment, she pressed her lips together, thinking: If you hesitate when you should act, chaos will follow. Knowing that man isn’t worthy, why let yourself be drawn in? If she truly sank into it, wouldn’t it be just like her previous life, plunged into endless suffering?
Yet her state seemed to be one of intoxication. Caught by the night wind and caressed upon her cheek, her face suddenly flushed crimson.
On the other side of the church, three young men still lay on the ground, basking in the sunlight and chatting leisurely. Flake, who had collapsed, and Jilake beneath the snow pile, remained motionless.