Chapter 28: Stop Making Me Cut in Line (Catch-up for the 19th)

"I have something to discuss with you." Tang Niannian got straight to the point. Standing at about the same height as Zhu Zhuqing, she was able to perfectly block her path.

"I don't know you," Zhu Zhuqing said coldly. She moved to the side, intending to bypass Tang Niannian, but Tang Niannian did not let her pass. Every direction Zhu Zhuqing turned, Tang Niannian moved to intercept her. After two rounds of this, Zhu Zhuqing stopped. "What exactly do you want?"

The man's voice was deep and slow, like ice gradually spreading over Ji Zi's heart, chilling her to the very soul. Monoyoshi Sadamune, who had been following his brother ever since he manifested, stood there completely bewildered. What on earth was going on amidst all this chaos?

Before long, a series of footsteps echoed. The wounded man turned his head in excitement, only to turn pale upon seeing who had arrived.

A cigarette burned down to the filter, and Yu Yao lit another. This situation was not unusual, but Oda Shichiro was a bit strange. Exposing Jiang Qingran's ruse ahead of time would certainly have a major impact on He Hanchuan, yet he had agreed to it immediately because of her.

"May I take a look?" Juzumaru Tsunetsugu, who had been sitting on a rock letting his hair drip dry, had arrived at Tetsuya Kuroko's side at some point.

A taizhan is a type of wine vessel that originated from the tuozhan (a saucer-like stand). A standard tuozhan is disc-shaped, with no base and no specific structure on top. However, a taizhan features a high base and a round wine cup on top, resembling a pedestal, hence the name.

"What difficulty could there be in dealing with these common soldiers?" Zhang Tianyou said indifferently. To him, these hundreds of armed men posed no real threat to his mercenary group.

Nightwing’s expression stiffened. He glanced at the families and friends of the contestants and noticed everyone looking at him with subtle gazes. Though they kept their faces neutral, their eyes held a hint of resentment.

"How are things over there? I only want to know if You Xi and President Mu are safe," Xiao Yiqing asked directly, showing no sign of blaming Lu Haofeng for not calling him.

Discouraged by Luo Dongcheng's dismissal, Tang Qin gave up on talking about the romance between her and He Yifan. Looking at Qin Jian, she lowered her voice and asked, "You've already given birth to Sheng Huaijin's child; how could it just end like this?" This outcome was truly something Tang Qin had not expected.

He, however, saw that the restrictions at the entrance to the cave dwelling had not been closed. Even without using his divine sense, he could see Maodong’s physical body lying prone on the floor of the hall. Its spirit was still wrapped around the demon core, the process of transferring energy not yet complete; it seemed entirely unaffected by the events that had just unfolded.

Above the firmament, Liu Ming stood with Liu Er upon a cloud of auspicious mist, frowning involuntarily as he looked down at the regions ravaged by the floods below.

It seemed Zhao Qingshu’s situation was not good. Luo Qiu looked at Pei Zhao, but could read nothing from his face, nor did he know what it was that he wanted to find out.

Count Dingxiang, Guo Deng, certainly did not know Zhu Jianshen’s intentions. He only knew that after the Tumu Crisis in the fourteenth year of the Zhengtong era, the Ming Dynasty had effectively shown an intention to retreat across the entire northern front, which led to a drastic change in the situation throughout the north.

Hiding oneself was almost an instinct for the barbarians of the North—even if the term itself had nothing to do with being a "barbarian."

He remained on Earth, in reality, for his own sake—or perhaps, he had ulterior motives for staying.

The palanquin stopped in the courtyard. The four corpses carrying it walked over slowly and reached out to lift me out. Their hands were freezing, like blocks of ice, and because they were so close, I could clearly smell the foul stench of decay emanating from them—a terrifying scent.

Regarding Rong'er's appearance, Zhou Jiao wore a gentle expression, though she felt intense disgust in her heart. In her eyes, Rong'er was an illegitimate bastard of unknown origin, but to win the man before her, she had to suppress her feelings.

Cyril let out a long breath and slumped onto the ground, which was soaked in the mother worm's watery blood, his hands too weak to even grip his sword. The sudden jump in experience told him that the mother worm had truly perished.