The Covenant Made Under the Canopy of Chariots

Xu Huan bit her lip, momentarily at a loss for words. Her cheeks felt burning hot—she must be blushing furiously.
"I live each day in fear, terrified of being kicked out of the city government compound. If that day comes, my career is over, do you know that, do you?" Du Jing cried out in hysteria.
"Heh, I know you have big ambitions, Auntie. I don't want to interfere with your good fortune, but I really need your help with something important," Zhao Zilong said, rubbing his hands awkwardly.
The bead’s aura was dense, but not quite pure; its potency seemed far less than he had expected.
After all that’s been said, you probably think I’ll slap myself and admit, “It’s really fragrant”?
When Dongfang Yuping finally understood, wanting to use the magic stone energy converter to recharge himself, he found his account empty.
Or perhaps Li Pi’s heart hadn’t died? Was he hoping to take advantage of Dongfang Yuping’s permission and secretly make his move?
The hospital was crowded, people everywhere. The air was thick with the scent of blood and various odors, and a steady stream of the wounded kept arriving for emergency treatment.
The plot here had finally reached its conclusion. He Xi followed Hai Luman out of the chapel. After speaking with the hermit, He Xi was transported to an independent scene; outside, as expected, was the eastern forest map of Prontera.
As he pondered in silence, the door opened again. Lancer entered with two assistants, all dressed in blue suits, looking dignified and poised.
Shao Yan gave no answer, instead calling someone in to serve tea and grant a seat. After all, this was his future brother-in-law, and he must not be neglected.
Mu Wanting clung to him tightly, like an octopus, her muddled mind unable to comprehend what she was doing. All she knew was how comfortable it felt, and only this coldness could bring her relief.
Whether tangible or intangible, sentient or lifeless, all were trapped in the terrifying cycle of reincarnation.
There are no people who are evil from the start; many only become so after suffering at the hands of the wicked, treading a path of no return, and thus beginning their transformation.
There was far too much for him to do, and the evidence at hand was still woefully insufficient.

Under the dim lights, no one noticed the face twisted in a lecherous grin. How terrifying it was.
Cheng Muyu heard this and immediately choked on the mouthful of soup she had just swallowed.
At the sound of the announcement, all who had been chatting in the courtyard fell silent and looked toward the entrance. Soon enough, the Fourth Prince entered from outside.
Apart from Mo Ting, who had had a minor acquaintance with Shen Tang years ago, none of the others regarded the Shen family with any importance.
Shen Wan was unaware of the family’s extraordinary status in the eyes of the world. Those in the Valley of No Return, used to being unruly, simply refused to acknowledge it.
Even a Saint-level martial artist could only hope to protect themselves in such an environment, so long as they didn’t provoke anyone.
Ye Feng began to understand why a seemingly innocent high school student could turn on their classmate with such brutality.
Just as it was about to disappear completely, a surge of purer spiritual energy burst forth, refreshing everyone waiting nearby. The secret realm had indeed opened ahead of schedule.
"Young Master! You—" Before they could finish, Ye was already charging ahead, his spatial ring flashing as the Shadow Tiger Blade appeared in his hand.
Ordinary people could never hope to contend with cultivators, let alone someone as powerful as Jiang Li, who was in the Life Spring realm—such odds were minuscule. Sensing the confusion of the Ziyang Cave’s ancestral master, Jiang Xuan explained without hesitation.
"This is the first and last time. If there’s a next time, no matter who it is, I’ll cut her down!" Hua Qianyu said, narrowing her beautiful eyes.
Seeing her still a little dazed, Ye Feng briefly recounted the events after entering the Kingdom of the Underworld Cat.
As he spoke, Mao Dafang displayed his phone. Everyone looked—on the screen was a train ticket from Dragon City to Yuzhou.
The Grandmaster nodded, seeming to understand Ye Feng’s predicament. "You posted the notice, surely hoping to secure a position in the army, or to realize your ambitions through our nation."
Cattle are vital tools of production; no form of kindness is too much. The people nodded in agreement, casting envious glances at Hua Laosan’s family.

"This is the first time in human history—a super-long temporal leap," the scene declared.
"So, are you here to ask something, or to say something?" Lin Xiao asked.
With her daughter’s comfort, Ziqin’s emotions gradually settled. She swallowed and began to speak slowly.
"Damn! What kind of rats are these? They’re eating the weapons!" He’d planned to retrieve them after the rats left. "Not good!" Feeling the tree shake beneath him, Huang Yan jumped to another.
"A good person? Digging up ancestors’ graves, severing people’s fortune, all for personal gain—how is that any better than a thief? You stole this scroll too, didn’t you?" Su Xia said, tossing the scroll to the old farmer.
"So, Mein, aren’t you supposed to look after Li Hua Mu today?" Hindenburg, seated nearby, inquired.
"But perhaps we can treat it as a bit of entertainment—please consider this matter a joke," Yagyu said.
"Heh, eighteen kilos, not that heavy," Huang Yan said, now able to wield the weapon with ease.
Li Yunbao snorted coldly. Could she tell these foolish humans that it was from watching too many TV dramas that she got such a silly idea?
"What you should really worry about is Lady Jia, hidden in your manor," King Huaiyang said, reaching out to tap Lin Leshuang’s delicate nose.
Baili Guyan and Zongzheng Zhaoyan walked together, as if they’d heard something. They turned to look, but saw only a white shadow flicker by—nothing more.
At last, something to be happy about. The agent she followed, Sister Hui, was a seasoned veteran.