Chapter 7: Doubt

"This morning, wine stains overlap old marks, my garments bloom like a hundred flowers."
"Lipstick colors the wine-stained lips, sandalwood mouth releases orchid fragrance. Before drinking, the heart is already intoxicated; why ask about drunkenness?"
Under the persistent lantern held by the attendant, the once elegant and scholarly Mr. Fang, who left the Peaceful Inn in flowing robes, now appeared disheveled, his cheeks flushed, eyes hazy, his body exuding an odd, intense fragrance, loudly reciting verses about wine.
Beside him, a young servant supported him, with Huang Wenzhao standing behind, his face somewhat embarrassed.
Harry frowned; though arrogant, he was no fool. Hearing the servant speak so plainly, he realized the man likely had a prominent background.
His lips twitched, cold sweat broke out on his forehead—had his reaction been even a fraction of a second slower, he might have lost his life here.
Though Dary found the rumors somewhat absurd, he still enjoyed being praised. Full of spirit, he returned home, barely settling in before Elena pushed the door open and entered.
Yet, when Wang Cheng, the Prefect of Chongqing, received Zheng Yin's urgent plea for help, he simply did not believe it. The Chinese Army was currently blocked by the Sichuan forces near Kui Prefecture; how could they suddenly appear in Fuzhou? This was surely Zheng Yin falsifying military intelligence.
This time, Karilan rushed ahead of Lin Xia and charged inside, afraid some terrifying magical beast might lurk within. If Lin Xia got injured, he would have a hard time explaining it to Jessica afterward.
Ha, contrary to everyone's expectations, Li Dong truly wasn't working on anything secret. He was actually creating imitations—imitating what, you ask? The Four Great Classical Novels.
Once night had fully fallen, Bo Ri Tie Chi heard rustling sounds around his camp, mingling with the wind.
The base housing the headquarters of the Dragon Squad possessed apocalypse-level defenses. It could withstand a direct nuclear strike. Inside, besides certain special forces, a battalion of elite soldiers was stationed. Most importantly, "Heavenly Blade" Ling Juechen regularly cultivated in seclusion here.
In Wang Chaoyang's eyes, once Wang Weilong stood with him, firing at the enemy, he was already a true special forces soldier.
The more she thought, the angrier she became. Her blood surged, overwhelming her; she pressed a silk handkerchief to her mouth and coughed. Xiangyun, who attended her, hurriedly brought over the spittoon. Madam Sheng tasted something metallic and sweet in her mouth, opened her eyes to look—and indeed, blood streaked through the sputum.
Thus, after much deliberation, Li Jun decided to open his eyes and face everything before him. If he was to die, he would die understanding; otherwise, he would feel deeply unsettled and, of course, unwilling.
"This matter has nothing to do with Yang Yichen—it was Deputy General Xin Mo's doing!" Deputy General Wang Ba was slightly more rational than Qiao Zhongkui.
"Then, is it possible that you unknowingly offended someone?" Dragon Bold continued to ask.
Bei Yiming was troubled; once Hu Jie underwent cosmetic surgery, the change would be remarkable. Xing Luyao wasn't blind or foolish—how could she not notice?
However, although Chen Fan acquired so many skills, it was paid for with his life. The battles he survived along the way could hardly be compared to those that emperor ever faced.
The Bloody Demon Soul, as a wandering spirit, was originally astonishingly fast, but Li Tian, using instant movement techniques, was even faster. This relentless roaming tactic instilled unknown terror in the Bloody Demon Soul, which finally abandoned its pursuit, transforming instead into a blood-colored entity.
Yang Guang went to Bingzhou, replacing Prince Qin Xiao, Yang Jun, to help clean up his mess. Prince Qin Xiao, Yang Jun, went off to the prosperous and affluent Yangzhou, gleefully claiming the prize that Yang Guang, Prince Jin, had left behind.
The spear mecha, seasoned in combat, switched from sweeping to smashing, fiercely pounding at the swordsman mecha's body.
Still, they wanted to find Chen Fan. Waiting on the spot, who would have guessed—Chen Fan soared up from underground, and everyone saw a man ablaze.