Chapter 127: Tiger Brother of Harbor City? Boss He’s Mortal Enemy

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Everyone spoke French here, a language of solemnity and elegance; English was of no use. If you did not know French, you were better off keeping quiet, because no one was willing to converse with you.

“I went to Wangfujing and bought some milk powder and brown sugar. Sigh, even milk powder requires ration coupons now.” Gan He sighed, seemingly weighed down by worry. Supplies had grown even scarcer, and goods such as milk powder were distributed only by ration. Ordinary people even needed a hospital certificate to purchase them.

Ever since Qin Tang had caused a tremendous commotion in Hong Kong and been beaten by a crowd, the three of them had not slept well.

Fortunately, several generals from the nearby ranks of condemned soldiers charged forward, using the weapons in their hands to withstand Mubalata’s assault. A towering minotaur let out a furious roar and swung an ax at Mubalata’s neck. Mubalata was no less ferocious; he met the blow with his own ax, and in the blink of an eye forgot all about pursuing Tu.

Although his actions just now had been somewhat excessive, Chen Yufan believed this thing would surely satisfy Fang Han.

Yu was utterly stunned. Wasn’t that the Blue Phoenix’s voice? She... how had she become the Poison Venerable?

The soldiers accompanying the various nations around them drew a sharp breath. Wasn’t such strength simply astonishing? The soldiers of the Vant Empire watching from the sidelines, meanwhile, murmured their admiration, nodding excitedly one after another, their faces alight with smiles and worship as they gazed at the god of war in their hearts.

“Then, are there any other requirements?” The old man in the principal seat seemed to have tacitly accepted Ikari Gendo’s opinion.

Each island lay ten miles from the next, and natural harbors could be seen everywhere, though most of the terrain was easy to defend and difficult to attack. It seemed the system had deliberately separated naval warfare from land warfare: merely gaining command of the sea did not allow one side to destroy the other’s defensive system outright.

Feng Yifeng had been given a chill by Nannan’s words. He knew all too well how Nannan had departed this world in the previous life preserved in his memories. Feng Yifeng had already resolved to love and cherish Nannan forever, never letting her suffer harm, and never acting rashly because of matters of the heart.

The shabby room was crammed with people. Several imperial physicians took turns feeling Weiyang and Ali’s pulses, while Situ Chenyi paced back and forth beside them, worry written all over his face.

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The side effects appeared on the third day. That day was the customary examination, and under Huang Wudie’s care, Huang Xu left an hour early. There was no other reason; he simply felt unwell.

Sure enough, moments later, the voices of the servants came from inside the main house. Clearly, once the midday meals for the master, his wife, and the young master had been prepared, a few maids had been left behind to wait on them, and the male servants could naturally come over for a bite to eat.

Watching Xia leave with graceful steps, Nurse Feng glared hatefully at Madam Xu. But when she noticed Nurse Wang looking over, she restrained herself and lowered her head. Zhuo Xiyu, meanwhile, kept her eyes lowered as she blew away the floating foam from her teacup, as though she had not noticed the sudden change in atmosphere within the reception hall.

The experience gained from these skeleton warriors was equally substantial. He had originally come only to seek materials for alchemy, never expecting that the process would be scarcely slower than leveling up normally.

The Asura Thief, who had just struck Gu Hao with a punch, instantly sensed what was happening behind him. He abruptly turned his head and let out a furious roar.

At first, Situ Chenyi thought she had chosen him for the position of Crown Princess. Later, he thought she had chosen him to avenge herself on Weiyang after learning that the person he loved was Weiyang. But according to what she had said, if she went directly to Situ Chenxing now, then no matter how capable he was, he would be unable to protect Weiyang.

After Zhang Yaqian finished speaking, she rose and walked outside. Li Haolong, however, was still sunk in his longing for Liu Yuxin and did not react. Zhang Yaqian reached the door and extended her hand to open it. Seeing that Li Haolong still had no intention of calling her back, she stamped her foot angrily, opened the door, and left, slamming it shut with a heavy bang.

In the past, whenever Chu Yiyun circulated the Dragon-Form Tempering Needle Technique with all his strength, dragon-shaped vital energy would coil around his body. When he unleashed the Dragon Fist, there had even been the visual effect of a ferocious “dragon” being thrown forward. Yet Chu Yiyun could sense that none of these things were dragons. They were merely vital energy and power resembling the outward form of a dragon.

At that time, Sister Shangxiang’s ten thousand troops were stationed in six places: Shanyin, Zhuji, Wushang, Feng’an, Changshan, and Xin’an. Together with the local militia garrisons, they formed mutually supporting forces of three thousand soldiers at each location, preventing Sun Quan from taking even one of them.

The young bandit novice Zhang Tiemu robbed for the first time and lost two padded jackets; the second time, he paid for it with one of his brothers’ legs; the third time, he came back from a robbery having seized five bosses for himself.

With the major matters roughly settled, Second-in-Command Sun sent Fifth Brother Zhao back up the mountain to bring down the deed. He then explained the shop’s affairs in detail to Li Zongliang and, following the rough calculation made by Second-in-Command Sun, took some more silver back with him.

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Su Bihru visited countless weaving workshops along the way. The morning after returning to Yangzhou, she hurried impatiently to a weaving workshop to test her new idea.

“Mm... I want to... I want to take the initiative. You... get up. Let me...” Qianqian panted softly, both hands braced against his chest. Nangong Chen rolled over and pulled her onto him, but he did not release her. Instead, he held her head down and continued their intimate entanglement.

Though Shen Feng had a bellyful of things to say to Nalan Meng, he knew this was absolutely not the time for conversation. He merely inclined himself in a slight salute to the two of them.

At that moment, the sound of her heartbeat seemed unusually loud. Madam Huang clutched the quilt tightly, nervously looking this way and that. While reassuring herself inwardly that it was only the wind, she felt even more aggrieved and resentful that her husband was not by her side. If the Marquis of Pacifying the North had been there, at the very least she would not have been so frightened.

In the distant music pavilion, festive melodies played without pause. Lanterns depicting all kinds of acrobats and performers hung around it, while on either side, tall poles several dozen feet high held strings of revolving lanterns shaped like various flowers, signifying the auspicious wish for flowers to bloom and wealth to flourish.

Under his gaze, she felt as though her clothes were being stripped away. Ke’er bit her lip uneasily, so nervous that she did not know where to look. On the island, she had always been the one to stare at others. Anyone who dared stare at her like this would certainly have their eyes gouged out the next day.

“I’ll find out the truth. My father isn’t that kind of person!” Ye Qiqi shrieked before flinging open the door and storming out, just as she had arrived. Watching her run away in tears, Du Manning felt deeply distressed. Perhaps she really had been the one to tear them apart.