Chapter 27: The Old Man Couldn't Hold Back His Fart
Su Xiaoyun, who had turned back to her room long ago, moved with practiced efficiency, wasting not a single moment. With quick, nimble fingers, she braided her hair; despite the dusty rural environment and a lackluster diet, her hair remained dark and lustrous, showing no signs of dryness. It was clear she was naturally blessed, though one might call it a stroke of good fortune.
"I know this well. Tuizhi is a man who distinguishes clearly between gratitude and grudges!" Zhang Jiuyi waved his hand, feigning a look of complete understanding.
"Commander!" He Kegang could no longer contain himself. He spurred his horse forward, maneuvering to block the path of Yuan Chonghuan’s steed.
"Madam, do not be afraid. This house has not been cleaned for a long time and is draped in spiderwebs. Just follow me closely, and you will be safe," Mother Zhang said calmly.
This turn of events left the Great Zhong Dynasty in a state of bewilderment. Whether it was Fu Deming, Li Jinde, or heavyweights like Niu Jinxing, all looked at one another in confusion, caught between laughter and tears.
Having hurried out of the Empress’s palace, he felt that leaving right then would be too conspicuous—even if the Empress had taken her own life, it would look poorly—so he decided to return to his designated quarters to rest. Upon arriving, he happened to run into Eunuch Li. Learning that Ye Hua was on his way, he decided to stay and watch the show unfold.
He tried sticking his head through the gap in the window and found that it fit just right. If his head could pass through, the rest of his body would surely follow. Seeing this, Wang Nanbei, who had been slightly anxious, finally felt at ease.
"If I am chosen for the suicide squad, I would rather be a wandering ghost. At least that way, I might still have a chance to rise again." Meng Han was extremely unwilling to be selected by Wang Nuo’s side.
As for Situ Chengfeng, he lay on the ground like an idiot, seemingly unable to even muster the will to resist.
Next came the opposition. Luo Wuhen’s brow relaxed slightly when he saw that the first person did not raise a hand; as long as they remained neutral, he had a chance to sway them.
The face before him suddenly transformed into a sheet of blank paper, upon which a token-like object was meticulously drawn in ink.
Common iron may have the potential to become a divine artifact, but a destroyed divine artifact loses its value entirely.
A low, bestial growl escaped Mo Shasheng’s throat. With a flip of his palm, the long sword left his hand, soared high into the sky, and vanished from sight in an instant.
You Jian knew that if he continued like this, he would not draw any new cards next turn. Naturally, the "Demon General Star" would become a useless blank slate, and holding it in his hand would serve no purpose.
He was sixteen years old now, mature enough to understand the responsibilities he had to shoulder as a man.
The door to the second secret chamber creaked open, and Yun, wearing a veil, walked out slowly. She appeared to be unharmed; her wounds had vanished, and her clothes were neat and clean.
A leaf drifted slowly to the ground. Helpless, perhaps it did not know that, quite by accident, it had been drawn into the brewing of a world-shaking battle.
I have a fragile heart. Every comment and every "like" brings me great joy for a long time, while a single hateful word can leave me dejected for just as long. So, please, shower me with praise; if I’m happy and in a good state, I might just write an extra chapter for you.
A few days later, in the stock trading hall of Qi'an City, the constant fluctuations of stock prices created a scene of mixed joy and sorrow. Countless investors stood before the hall, weeping bitterly, for their life savings and their entire fortunes had been swallowed by the vast, merciless stock market.
After closing the heaven-tier cultivation manual, Liu Tuo felt his horizons broaden instantly. He had never imagined that the world contained such profound combat skills. Upon closer reflection, however, he let out a cry of regret—was he not already the potential owner of this very technique?