Volume 1, Chapter 34: Breaking the Engagement

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Ordinary people could not discern what was special about the Dabie Mountains, but Liu Bei had a clear view through the war simulator’s map. The incident orchestrated by Xubai had indeed escalated greatly: first, the captain of the Thirteenth Squad, Fuzhu Shisi Lang, and his deputy, Zhi Bo Haiyan, were seriously injured; now, the Virtual Circle’s dispatch team faced total annihilation.

At this moment, he was utterly disheveled, a wound on his forehead bleeding profusely, almost staining his entire mask. Previously, watching “Sin” videos was merely about seeing lunatics torturing games; encountering a dungeon with such a terrifying atmosphere was a first for them.

Nan Wan felt her mind might be unwell, for how else could she entertain such absurd thoughts? Gao Yu’s heart tightened; he knew he must not appear too defeated, lest the mysterious persona he feigned before Aizen be completely exposed.

Similarly, if one were to marry off all subordinates, the significance of alliances through marriage would diminish. Thus, Lu Yuan had no time to fetch bedding and had to make do by sleeping on four desks pieced together through the night.

Up ahead stood Guan Yu, behind was Liu Bei—trapped in a pincer movement, Zang Ba and the others had no escape except to retreat into the mountains.

Having one’s body inhabited by another, life “stolen” by someone else, was a miserable sensation. As time rewound, Lin Xuanzhu clung to his body, watching it perform unfamiliar actions against his will.

The emperor’s frail health had already unsettled the court; ministers were uneasy, and the realm was gripped by panic.

Though the Ming Dynasty had enacted maritime prohibitions, this did not preclude riverine navigation; boats remained a common and vital means of transport.

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Xu Fan felt helpless, unsure of what to do. Li Cenfei’s skill surpassed his own, but her foundational moves were nearly nonexistent. Victory would be his in moments, yet Li Cenfei’s stubbornness left Xu Fan at a loss.

They could never have imagined that Xiao Yao would summon such prominent figures for assistance—truly incredible.

Due to Zuo Fengshi’s obstruction, Qin Zuxin and some onlookers eager for trouble had no choice but to hold back.

Marriages between sects were frequent; among the Five Academies, they were rare, but beneath the Five Schools, common indeed. The Demon Sect had alliances with southern sects, while Confucianism did the same in the north.

Only then did everyone realize that the Luo Bu tea house and fragrance parlor were properties of Jiang Luo from the Splendid Villa.

Though Su Mo was currently poor, Luo Yin understood well that if Su Mo produced a poem rivaling Yu Meiren’s, none present could surpass him. A poem of that caliber was worth a fortune.

“This will likely trouble Miss An Jing. I wonder if she’s willing to part with the gilded five-treasure jade seal again,” Grandma Yingning sighed.

Two days later in the afternoon, an eager Liu Demin went to the Tea Mountain Film Base to visit the crew already in filming.

A heavy crash echoed as Pi Jia’s blood surged uncontrollably; unable to bear it, he spat out blood. His ribs had fractured at least twice, his body twitching involuntarily.

As for Zheng Xi’s marriage to Qian Ye, he knew well. But since it was Qian Ye who had driven him out of the capital, his hatred extended to Qian Ye, clouding his reason.

Shocking news arrived from the Demon University: An Decai, after late-night socializing, was attacked and severely wounded in the restroom; no assailant was caught.

The observation team had hired translators and assigned burly guards to accompany them. Opportunities might even arise for some hand-to-hand combat.

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Amid the loud cheers at the casino, a single silent tear bore no weight, unnoticed by anyone—yet it fell painfully upon An Jing.

“No worries. With just the two of us, who could stand against us apart from the Three Overlords of the Black Mist Forest?” Shuqin turned back, smiling at Yisheng.

“Have you all noticed any unusual phenomena in City A lately?” The bearded man pressed Mo Long and the others, hoping for clues.

As he finished, Xiang Zixi’s foreign language skills came into play again, mimicking a dog’s snoring with two plaintive whimpers.

Yet once the vanity of courting a deity surged, such trivial annoyances could be ignored, even if the whole act was just a performance.

“So what?” After hearing the long story, I still couldn’t grasp Lingzhu’s point.

“People leave, and tea grows cold,” Jingyi’s mind suddenly recalled this melancholic phrase, deepening her sorrow.

This might be a military-grade item; if someone were drugged, a sniff would awaken them. I immediately placed it near the demon corpse’s nose.

The sea breeze had died down; the waters lay calm. Dawn’s first light tinted the sky, and the west gate of Yanzhou City began to open. Ye Tian crouched beside Aquila, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the rising eastern sun.

“Su Nuannuan, you go out first—I want to sleep a while,” Yan Ruoyan roughly pushed Su Nuannuan away, shouting to drive her out, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor.