Chapter 38: Zhaozhao is Petty

"Sixth Master, Sixth Mistress, the Duke requests your presence."

As soon as the young couple returned to the Duke Sheng Residence, they were intercepted by the steward. Stepping into the front hall, they were met with a barrage of hateful glares, as if those present wished they could bore holes through Yun Zhaozhao with their eyes alone.

"Lady Yun! You have some nerve, daring to poison us in broad daylight!"

The first to launch an attack was the Heir, Sheng Ronghao. He was thirty-two, in the prime of his life, yet now, the room was filled with...

Feng Lin looked at the person before him—a disheveled middle-aged man, yet he carried himself with an insufferable air of arrogance. At that time, his pockets were emptier than his face, and his gun had no ammunition; he was beyond panicked.

"Have you confirmed it? Are these two aircraft definitely enemy planes?" the captain of the cruiser *Giglio* asked the operations officer.

Chang'e had clearly lost weight; her originally slender face had grown even paler, a sight that pained Tang Zeng deeply.

The Heavenly Soldier Flying Sword nodded at the Fragment of White Glaze in the Sword Hero's hand, though he seemed to have no intention of putting much effort into the shard.

With that, Zhang Jing lunged at Feng Lin, his spiritual energy erupting; unexpectedly, he had reached the forty-sixth level during this time.

At this moment, the engine of Tank No. 3 was rumbling, and after crossing the control line, it pierced toward the British soldiers in the opposing position.

"Young man, miss, here is the situation: the shop's ingredients are basically sold out, the fire in the hearth has been extinguished, and it's quite a hassle to prepare anything else this late at night."

Looking around, they seemed to be deep within the earth—dark, damp, and lit by a faint, eerie luster despite the absence of a light source. Circular patterns flickered on the surrounding stone walls, as if the place were cut off from the rest of the world.

But to be together so late, and to make a special call to congratulate Gu Jun—their relationship was certainly extraordinary.

After the old physician finished speaking, the Duke of Jin tossed him a few pieces of broken silver and dismissed him casually.

For ten full seconds, Fang Mobei pushed himself to his absolute limit. Then, a sensation like an electric shock swept through his entire body. His body, which had been full of strength a second before, was now overcome with agony. He convulsed on the ground, blood gushing from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

He Daolian felt that this sensation was something he might only experience after his master had passed, but he had never expected it to arrive so suddenly and violently.

"I wonder what the purpose is for Alliance Leader Su to have us bound and brought here?" Xiao Yilin asked while chewing on a chicken leg.

The timing was perfect. As the Heavenly God's great blade descended, the two cultivators' health bars emptied, and they collapsed heavily to the ground.

Receiving Xing's permission, Lu Jing flew directly toward his shoulder, but as she drew near, the Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendant on Xing's chest emitted an aura that frightened her into taking flight again.

I searched everywhere and found Qiao Zong kneeling on the ground. I rushed over; it turned out that on the way down the mountain, he had been bitten by a snake, and the wound was already red and swollen. Without a word, I leaned down.

Pei Zhenliu curled his lips, suddenly smiling at Ming Zheng with profound meaning, as if laughing at himself, or perhaps at her.

"Wei Hu pays his respects to Grand Tutor Shang!" Seeing the old man he could not afford to offend, Wei Hu hurriedly stepped forward to bow.

Every time he looked at her, Lin Yan felt as if his cat were begging to be petted. When Baili Guo suddenly looked at him, he impulsively reached out to touch her hair. He realized what he was doing only when her eyes widened, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

His hand was stained with a smear of blood; she had only asked him to rock the bed, so how could he have managed to collapse the frame?

Yun Tiange glanced over inadvertently and immediately noticed the difference in these few people. While others were desperate to immerse themselves in the artistic atmosphere created by the zither music, these individuals looked preoccupied, completely distracted.