Volume 1, Chapter 58: Sell Me Your Ribs

Chen Yang had not eaten before coming either, so the two of them finished their dinner together by the small river.

Recently, the meals had indeed been quite good, and Huang Zhiyao's complexion was growing increasingly rosy, making anyone who looked at her yearn to steal a couple of kisses.

However, Chen Yang also knew that such matters had to be taken step by step.

Although he felt a twinge of envy toward Li Cheng, he could not overstep his bounds.

"You good-for-nothing, get out of the way!" A young aristocrat possessing the second rank of Dou Qi kicked directly at Yu Zicheng. Yu Zicheng managed to dodge narrowly, only for another young aristocrat to immediately follow up with a kick.

"Who goes there?" Someone immediately spotted Xing Lian beside the carriage and drew a sword with a crisp clang.

Those wind blades emitted a brilliant silver glow, and after slaying the starved wolves, not a single drop of blood stained them.

Yet Yu Wei's sneak attack had indeed secured her the initiative. When Le Bing's actions were restricted, how would she manage to save herself in such a situation?

Amidst rumbling sounds, the geniuses on the stage were blasted into the sky and smashed back down one by one, cursing angrily. Regardless of whether they had conceded defeat earlier or not, all were treated with absolute fairness and blasted flying.

Looking at the bull before him, Xiao Zhen could not help but feel a wave of uncertainty. This Alex possessed undoubtedly formidable combat prowess, but he wondered whether he could still emerge victorious when facing a bull.

As an elder, how could Scholar Qin possibly come out to greet him, especially right at the "city gates"? Such a level of courtesy was far too grand. Both Zhu Da and Zhou Qingyun felt something was amiss and hurriedly stepped forward.

A gentle breeze carrying a hint of warmth blew past, fluttering his long black coat. When the wind subsided, the area around the water tower was completely empty.

She had always concealed her true strength while remaining so close to Jing Yue. Unless he found out the exact reason why, how could he possibly rest easy letting his younger sister continue to associate with her?

With a loud bang of the bedroom door, Shangguan Fei sighed and sat up, leaning lazily and elegantly against the head of the bed. His slender fingers adjusted his clothes, while his mind lingered on the two kisses that had almost made him lose control.

As for the flying boats crafted by the Earth Fire Palace this time, although they incorporated many experimental trials, the cost remained far lower than that of traditional flying boats.

While there were certainly fools among these members of the imperial clan, there were clever ones as well. These words truly struck at the core of the problems worrying the clan members, prompting the rest to chime in with agreement.

There was no help for it; the Scout Battalion now had to rely on the Imperial Guard Bureau. With the resources of the Imperial Guard Bureau, the Scout Battalion could suffer far fewer casualties.

At that moment, Yao Siyuan felt his heart turn to ashes, and he simply closed his eyes to await death. Never did he expect that at the critical juncture, a single horseman would charge out from the flank, wielding a long sword that shot toward him like a streak of dazzling lightning; upon seeing this, Song Wei could no longer spare the time to execute Yao Siyuan, and lifting his curved saber, he threw his full strength into hacking against the oncoming sword.

The next instant, Zhang Ji and Hu Chi'er simultaneously spewed mouthfuls of blood, their bodies sent flying backward together under the immense impact of the heavy spear, before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Everyone looked completely dumbfounded; if what Ran Fei said was true, then the Prince of Qi's scheming was truly profound.

In May, Wei Qing led five thousand cavalrymen without halting for three days and nights, running nearly a thousand warhorses to death, and launched a surprise attack on a major barbarian tribe, decapitating a thousand and capturing several thousand. Wei Qing left behind a dozen men to guard the captives while awaiting the infantry in the rear.

Therefore, every single word and sentence she was about to utter from this moment on stemmed entirely from the true will of the True Dragon itself.

Gazing at the graceful figure of Ning Shuangying concealed beneath the standard imperial military uniform, Yuliuting was momentarily dazed, a sudden impulse rising in his heart to pull this soft and delicate body into his embrace.

After finishing, Xu Ran realized that Bai Songchun and the director were both staring at him intently, as if they had just witnessed something incredible.

He felt that he likewise held unusual feelings for Bai Songchun—not particularly profound, yet at the very least, in any setting where Bai Songchun was present, his primary focus would undoubtedly be on her.