Chapter 83: Witnessing the Allure of a Beauty with My Own Eyes

Wang Fan felt a surge of bitterness in his heart. Catching a glimpse of Zhang Xiaoqian’s ashen face from the corner of his eye, his mischievous side took over, and he shifted all his pent-up frustration onto her. “Zhang Xiaoqian, stop staring. He’s already gone. No matter how long you look, you won’t catch up to him…”

“Is there any point in mocking me?” Zhang Xiaoqian was so furious she nearly wanted to bite him. “Weren’t you also played for a fool? One moment she was flirting with you, and the next she ran off with someone else.”

“I’m not the same as you. Who was seducing—”

Although the Toyota Land Cruiser bore ordinary plates, anyone with a discerning eye would know to whom it belonged. In fact, she could leave the doors wide open in the middle of Pingjiang City and no one would dare steal it. If anyone without sense tried to mess with He Paotong, that tigress, her own people would take care of them before anyone else could.

As these strangely turbulent energies surged into his body, Xu Jianxing felt an unspeakable agony in his soul, as if this power intended to obliterate him completely.

“Hoo…” Anderson closed his eyes and let out a long breath, knowing the other party awaited his explanation. Missing out on Super Soldier No. 8 was certainly regretful, but even if given another chance, he would never betray Fang Haotian.

As this question was raised, Ziming’s expression became murderous. If Lü Feiyang’s answer failed to satisfy him, he would not hesitate to kill.

At that moment, a milky-white radiance flashed swiftly into Zhang Hao’s hand. Upon receiving the message talisman, Zhang Hao’s brow furrowed slightly.

Hiring a boat was indeed not difficult; the dock outside Xiangyang City was immense. Of course, this was just a game—if it were reality, building such a massive dock out of wood would be a perilous venture, one spark would reduce it all to ashes.

The Fang Commander was also full of resentment. Last time, this special operations unit had been lured into Baimu Mountain and he alone escaped by a stroke of luck. Now, leading the reformed Fangs on such a ridiculous mission, was this to be another annihilation?

Well, perhaps it wasn’t completely unreasonable, though something still felt off. Since Kaguya had chosen to stop her, it meant she was willing to reveal the truth. It would do no harm to listen a bit longer.

Levi answered irritably, which piqued Fate’s curiosity; she glanced back and forth between them, then nodded subtly. From her observations of certain little girls’ friendships, she deduced that her “father” and this boy were close friends.

“Wait!” Fanny shouted. The scroll had already risen, shimmering with a faint light. As Fanny reached for it, the scroll dexterously twirled away from her fingers and landed securely in the dean’s hand.

“There, Mo Xueyan, it’s alright now, everything’s fine. Let’s wash your face and then eat something, alright? You haven’t eaten all night, and I was worried about you.” Li Shuo gently patted Mo Xueyan’s back, speaking softly.

Standing opposite was the man who had once been his father, who had given him so much love yet showed only cruelty and indifference to Ying’er.

They had come here today for her marriage. After much pleading on her part, her mother finally agreed to let her marry Lord Mingxiao.

With a sharp crack, Ling Zixu felt as if his back had been seared by fire, the pain burning and intense.

The other four he had seen before; though not as powerful as he, they were stronger than the vice sect master. Moreover, being puppets, they felt no pain, making them far more formidable than ordinary martial artists of their level.

If Xu Ruiqing could climb to the rank of second-class official, as his classmate, he too would rise with the tide.

“Sister, look, I brought you a pair of bracelets. They may not be much, but Master said they’re magical treasures, so maybe they’ll be of some use!” Just as Xing Tairan breathed a sigh of relief, Gou Sheng quickly added another blow.

“General Yansuo, what is the meaning of this?” Huan Yu stood at the entrance of the courtyard, gazing at the Liguo soldiers surrounding them. Her face remained calm, but her hands, hidden in her sleeves, were clenched tightly.