Chapter 99: Shi'an, Sister Is Sorry (Long Chapter, Monthly Votes Appreciated)

After work, Wan Yin, still not heading home?

It’s all right, Sister Qin. I’m just finishing up the materials for next week’s meeting.

All right, then I’ll head off first. You’ll be starting正式 work next week too, so do your best.

Mm-hmm, thank you for guiding me and teaching me so much these past days, Sister Qin.

We’re all colleagues, no need to be so polite. I’m off, bye.

Bye.

At her desk, Li Wan Yin withdrew her gaze, her shoulders easing slightly.

Tang Nan had no idea why he had suddenly handed over a straw. He understood nothing; he only knew that all of it had happened on instinct.

Something in Su Qing Ge’s heart missed a beat. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to kiss him.

Yes, but now did not seem to be the best time. An Ruo knew that. Slowly, she closed her eyes and tried to rest for a while.

Yuan Shao’s most fundamental problem was the deep division among his factions. Having just been dealt a blow by the court, he could at least see reality clearly now, but what would happen in the future, no one could say.

On closer inspection, he suddenly felt that the boy ought to be rather ordinary-looking. Peng Zhao Tao still seemed handsomer.

“Then what do you want me to do?” Su Qing Ge ground out through clenched teeth. So now that he had the upper hand, he wanted to take advantage of the situation?

“This man is named Hao Zhao, courtesy name Bo Dao, a native of Taiyuan. He was formerly a cavalry officer under the Venerable Marquis. Later, when this humble general was ordered to garrison the Hetao region, he was also placed under my command. He is highly skilled at defending cities, and now serving as Protector of the Xiongnu Colonel, he is more than capable of taking my place.” Xu Huang said with a smile.

“You’ve already seen how quickly Jue Qingzi has grown. I never expected you would not only refrain from cutting him down in the cradle, but even hand him the Imperial Bell. Weren’t you afraid?” the system’s voice sounded in Li Yun Mu’s ear.

Xiu Chen sighed. Comparison was the thief of joy. As a collateral descendant of one of the Four Great Clans, he was already worlds apart from those common folk in the lower city. But compared with the dragon carp in the city lord’s manor pond, he was simply being pressed into the ground and ground beneath a heel. Even a fish had higher cultivation than he did.

Last year, Manchester United’s annual wage bill was around 54 million pounds. On average, that meant less than 150,000 pounds a day, or roughly 180,000 euros.

“Still refusing to surrender?” Liu Jing asked once more, her eyes glinting with bright excitement.

No one knew how Liang Zi Yan’s life had been after marrying Nan Gong Yan. Had she suffered any grievance or hardship?

“Go to hell.” Tokisaki Kurumi leveled her shotgun at Yagami Iori and fired several shots in succession, then put her clothes back in order and glanced at the still-unwilling-to-die Yagami Iori lying on the ground.

Of course, Bai Xing herself would never train in Observation Haki. If Bai Xing were to learn it, Qin Tian would still have to help her.

“Damn it, why is there no signal on my phone? I just found a bag I liked and was about to place the order,” A Ke suddenly slapped the table, startling everyone.

“What do you mean, no? There are at least a dozen ghosts in this hotel. You only lost a few things; that’s already a blessing in disguise,” Tang San said. He was telling the truth. Those ghosts probably still had not turned into vengeful spirits. Otherwise, with a dozen furious ghosts, let alone this hotel, not a single person in the surrounding area would be able to escape.

Seeing that things were taking a terrible turn, Liang Zi Yan poured out all her strength and flew forward, trying to save Nan Gong Lie. But she was no match for Liang Xi Rou, and after several exchanges she was driven onto the back foot.

“You look pretty pleased with yourself. I haven’t seen that expression on you in a long time,” said Si Feng Yuan Ye Yi, who was leaning over a bowl of milk on the table, as she looked up at the grim-faced Pu Yuan in surprise.

Because the combat power of every “first-generation” mage was explosively strong, entirely different from that of mages who inherited “magic” through magic crests.

Deng Chao and Gu Li Na Zha parted ways in front of the water vat, one going left, the other right, neither even bothering to spare the other a glance.