Ninety-Three: Design

"Sorry to interrupt, but could we move somewhere else?" Zheng Feiyu chimed in, completely forgetting the ones who had just been stirring up trouble on purpose. Yet some people were plainly unwilling to be ignored.

This performance at the Grand Theater had been arranged by the school. The last stage play, performed at the academy, had won unanimous praise from the students, after all this kind of military-themed drama was truly rare; the only ones more common were plays set during the war against invasion.

She was so anxious, as though merely admitting that she liked His Majesty would be a betrayal of someone, of someone... Whom had she betrayed? Why did it feel as if she had betrayed him?

He came to stand beside her, then helplessly lifted a hand and patted her shoulder once before sighing and withdrawing from the room.

Qi Ji was startled and was about to ask more, but the phantom had already vanished, while Zhen Mei'er stood rigidly in place, as if turned to stone.

So that was it. Hunter Mink had refused to cultivate the technique Dream Star had given her because she truly possessed her own powerful art.

If it had been the army of another nation, Dream Star had after all once led them; but for the Great Governance Dynasty, she had never served as their Sword Marshal, and at the time the Great Governance Dynasty could not possibly have entrusted military authority to her.

"Hmph!" Yu Yun felt the person beside her was laughing at her, and in a fit of pique she tried to shake off his hand, but the moment she moved, it was gripped tightly, and so she no longer struggled.

Sure enough, with this crude trebuchet in place, Yan Liang's soldiers began to suffer casualties again. Yet for an army, this was truly nothing.

"I was thinking about where to spend it," he said, holding her hand, though his thoughts were shifting in ways she could not see.

Zhao Ling'er saw Long Fei clenching his teeth as if restraining the anger boiling inside him, and hurriedly tugged at his sleeve, signaling him not to tangle any further with trouble and to keep away from the fray.

Within his right-hand space, Ye Xian clearly saw the range covered by Chen Ying's barrier, and he more or less understood her purpose.

Jiang Qiyin, however, felt so guilty she did not dare meet his eyes. After all... last night she had gone into the wrong tent.

Su Jinge worked methodically, treating the roasted egg and tending to the wound, and could not help laughing at the solution he had come up with.

After things had quieted down for a moment and seeing that it was late, Xie Chengjing, Xie Heming, and the ministers finally put away their chatter, rose, and took their leave.

Jiang Qiyin stared at that unusual spot and instantly understood what monstrous creature the thing she had just pushed aside twice actually was.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Qiyin opened the door and said unhappily, "Manager Yan, why are you knocking on someone else's door in the middle of the night when you should be asleep? Do you know how very impoli..."teous.

Moments ago, in the heat of the emergency, when she saw an arrow flying toward Su Jinge, Delia had not had time to think and had thrown herself forward, wanting to shield her from the shot.

She extinguished the flames beneath the alchemical furnace, finished the cleanup, and then, full of excitement, walked out through the gates of the alchemy hall.

With the infusion of this merit power, however little of it there was, it continuously flowed into her body, and the illusory spirit body gradually began to feel somewhat better.

Even so, with so many formidable transcendent beings arriving, the city still gave off an undercurrent of chaos despite the suppressive presence of the Ninth Bureau. Every day, several opposing auras of rank A would surge skyward on the streets.

Qiu Chaoyong had now become the focus of national attention in the police world; breaking through his psychological defenses and obtaining his confession was the most important task at hand.

Apart from the artillerymen, the other old sailors, whether or not they had learned the long-range weapon skills of close-combat arms, all picked up their longbows, drew the strings, took aim at the approaching fishing boats, and loosed their shots.

Ye Ning's voice also brought Ji Ruxue and the others back to their senses. One by one, they ran up to him and held onto his hand or the corner of his clothes, looking at him with eyes full of admiration and affection.

She, too, stepped on the clutch, bringing the Santana level with the freight compartment. "Stop the car, stop the car—you can't get away!" The window on the passenger side rolled down.

At this moment, how could Wu Kegang retain even a trace of his usual lofty arrogance? If it were possible, he would now have knelt at Hua Luolan's feet at once and begged for mercy.

As the order was given, the three main gun turrets began to turn slowly, and only when they angled toward the front-right side of the ship did they stop; meanwhile, the turret commanders inside were also adjusting the elevation, hoping to secure a strong opening strike with their first shot.

He stared at us with a ghastly, uncanny look, the corners of his mouth curling into the same smile as that tattooed man before.

"I'll step out for a moment to get some fresh air..." Ye Ning said with a sheepish smile.

King Tota naturally had no time to care about that now, and hurried away with the Giant Spirit God, whose face was as black as his own. As for the resentment he had suffered here, he would settle accounts with them later.

"Hmph! Junior Brother Xiao Yi is very clever. He definitely won't act recklessly," Zhuge Tian thought with a cold sneer.

The new owner of the estate was extremely reclusive, rarely showing himself, and only went out when purchasing daily necessities. The neighbors in the area were deeply curious about this new resident, and all sorts of rumors flew everywhere.

"You two little brats, pay up. I'll throw in a few coins of my own to have it repaired," Jiang Zheyuan said, knowing that this was the only way, and grumbling as he struggled up from the ground. The onlookers, seeing there was no more spectacle to watch, dispersed.

Lu Qinghou met the Yuan army in battle, and Shen Yu personally sent him several experts, all of them at the half-step Innate realm, to deal with the masters among the Yuan troops.

The Sicilian War, which had lasted for years, had not only drained Carthage of massive quantities of gold and silver, but had also claimed the lives of tens of thousands of citizens in this long and brutal struggle.

As for Cheng Shiyuan's parents, they did not say much about his next decision to focus his career in the United States.

The Second Elder was the same; in his hands, the Ice Soul Divine Statue transformed into a giant over ten meters tall.

At that moment, a trade official, Marigi, and the chief priest in charge of the Temple of Hades, Pleisinas, came walking toward them from the front. Compared with the people before, both of them wore smiles.

"Ideally, we should find out who is backing them from behind the scenes! It seems some people want to take advantage of the war between us and Carthage to cause us even more trouble!" Devus said sharply, gazing ahead; in truth, he already had someone in mind.

Yet in the fifth year of the two princes' lives, the Lingyun Prince's Residence suddenly spread the rumor that the legitimate heir had died young. From then on, the legitimate heir seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, with not even the slightest trace of news ever emerging again. Over time, everyone came to believe that rumor.

The black-haired man laughed softly, and with his gentle demeanor it was impossible to imagine him as a heinous criminal.