Twenty-Eight: The Little Pony’s Fury

At night, he first made a tour of the entire castle, then arrived at the prize exhibition room just as the appointed hour approached.

In the days that followed, Xiao Gui was never able to enter his optimal cultivation state, his brows furrowed as he carefully analyzed the reasons why.

The all-out war of the Japanese Republican era had only been underway for a few months. As a second-line garrison division, the mule teams in the rear were experiencing real warfare for the first time. Though they were usually well-trained and had undergone similar combat exercises, they could not help but feel flustered when confronted with genuine battle.

For this reason, Wang Qiang would never lie unless absolutely necessary. He was simply too exhausted to muster the energy for deceit.

In the private room, none of Liu Yiran’s classmates dared to meet Gu Zangfeng’s gaze. They feared that the man who had downed Sixer—the one famed for his drinking prowess—would set his sights on them.

“So Madam Ning’s meaning is, by causing trouble for his business at their shopfront, not only did I fail to hinder him, I may have actually helped him?” Fu Hua asked. At the mention of business, the aggrieved look on her face vanished.

Thus, while Lockhart was still basking in his triumph, the Stunning Spell broke through his Shield Charm and struck him down.

If they did not participate, the battle would have nothing to do with them, but they would also have offended Wu Qingshui. If they joined, then Wu Qingshui’s victory or defeat would determine the outcome of the wager—a true dilemma.

I refuse to believe this, thought the man called Zhang San, as he reached to grope for the most honest-looking of them, Yang Zimian. Just as he was about to touch her, a foot loomed large before his eyes.

Both scouting teams reported that the way ahead was clear, yet the motorcade remained motionless. For this, Captain Miyake could only go forward and urge them on.

Yuan Shao watched the heated debate among his strategists, a faint smile playing at his lips. The art of weighing options—this was precisely what he desired.

Shen Yi’s actions had not only made his intentions clear to Zhong Wanyan, but the astute Xiao Zhuo had seen through him as well. So be it—there was no longer any need for concealment.

Though Shanggu County was not under the domain of the Northern Region, it was governed by Xiang Ao, the Duke Protector of Han. Under special circumstances, he could carry the imperial token and oversee the war in the northern frontier. Normally, the officials of Shanggu would not fear Xiang Ao, but letting the Xianbei into the pass was a matter of great consequence—no one dared face Xiang Ao’s interrogation.

Rong Zan saw nothing extraordinary or shocking in what he had just said.

He then shifted his gaze upwards to a pair of cold brown eyes, offering a gentle smile, while an unusual light danced in his own.

Just as Chen Fei made his move, he silently shot two silver needles into the mercenaries’ gun barrels, blocking the path of the bullets. Should any of them fire, they would suffer the same fate as the last mercenary.

If they were mere anonymous accounts, it would be one thing. But some were prominent and established users—which meant, should the posts prove false, they would face damage to their reputations and possibly hefty compensation claims, along with the ruin of their own image.

His counterpart was newly pregnant and unable to work for the time being. If she was willing to try, she could follow Zhao Wen to learn the trade in Hong City during her pregnancy, and then open her own shop in the capital.

“But I don’t want to compete with Shi Wanyue anymore. I know I can’t win, so why do something pointless?” Huo Chang’an replied with a gentle smile.

Jiang Hansue’s gaze faltered for a moment. At first, she saw Chen Fei as nothing but an incorrigible rogue, but over time she discovered many admirable qualities in him—so much so that she found herself growing curious against her will.

After speaking, his gaze, sharp as a blade, turned to the Ghost Emperor of the East, Cai Yulei, and the Ghost Emperor of the South, Du Ziren, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.

For a moment, the sounds of slaughter on the battlefield fell silent. After three breaths, a tremendous cheer erupted across the field.

Lin Li struck the lid of the cypress coffin, knocking out the nails, sending clods of earth tumbling down, and lifted the lid.

This Golden Immortal and Monster Saint wore rhinoceros hide armor. His square face was marked with yellow leopard spots that stretched toward his dog-like ears.

Even without the merit of saving the world, the name of savior was something everyone wished to spread. No one would be foolish enough to oppose it at such a time.

The guard stared blankly at his colleague, then suddenly seemed to remember something. “Are you new here? I don’t recall seeing you before.”

“Unprincipled Celestial Lord, is this spell fated for me?” the fat Daoist, Duan De, shamelessly edged closer.

The leopard demon chuckled, took a bite of food with his chopsticks, and washed it down with a hearty swig of wine, ignoring the tiger demon’s taunts.

This time, Zhao Ke would not let the opportunity slip by. Even setting aside the art of reading feng shui, merely the ability to see in the dark was something he urgently needed.

Mu and Wu were still speculating when their great-uncle sang out in a loud, melodic voice, “First course: fine wine to intoxicate our guests at Miaotai!” The song was long and peculiar, yet pleasing to the ear.

The Yushui Funiu Mountain Salt Spring, one of the three great salt springs of the State of Ba, for which Ba warriors spilled their blood, had now fallen into the hands of the Chu people, though the salt war was not yet over.

It was obvious: the kind-hearted Pu Xuemei was using the lady’s growing favor for Ruyan to help her escape her predicament and secure a good future.

Near dusk, at Wenmeng Garden of Tiger Tranquility Palace, a faint haze of incense drifted as the lanterns were lit early.

While speaking, the dwarf changed into the attire of a Wu countryman, wielding a sword as tall as himself. He roared aloud, his voice thundering like the sky.

Only now did Bai Jian begin to understand the situation, realizing he would have to intervene to prevent Ding Zhen from acting foolishly.

Zhou Xiaoyi, Jiang Wei, Chi Min—how are you all? Especially Zhou Xiaoyi and Jiang Wei; thinking of you feels like you’ve grown so distant. Shi Xiaofeng was filled with nostalgia.

Mingfan gripped the iron wire in his hand more tightly, his bangs covering his eyes as he finally closed them to rest.

But after answering, he looked up and met the crown prince’s expression and gaze—his heart skipped two beats.

A sudden flash of insight struck Xia Shu. Ethan had said that Big Daddy’s crew was in Wakanda to train the warlords’ troops—could they be the Red Turbans?