Volume One, Chapter 28: Song Yi, You Know I’m a Man, Right?

This time, although Li Chengqian did not hold back, he stopped after a while; after all, if he could not hear their screams, there was no difference between hitting them and not hitting them at all.

Carter Beckett's longsword slashed at Wang Bo's wrist, only to be shattered instantly by a powerful counter-shock force, the shards flying toward the unexpected visitor.

"I’m not doing this out of fear. It’s just that Zi Mo has the Duke of Su behind her, and I was worried you all would be bullied by her since you have no one backing you! So, I found a protector for each of you, so you won't be bullied anymore," Li Chengqian said to them, half-jokingly and half-sincerely.

The short, stocky man was not worried that Yang Zining would take the opportunity to escape. He shot a cold glance at him and walked straight toward the classroom door.

The figure in the mist took Shuiyue's hand, tears rolling down from her eyes like beads from a broken string.

However, what frustrated Dongfang Qing was that this guy, Yang Zining, was impervious to both soft and hard tactics. If not for her status, she would have slapped his punchable face in an instant.

Knowing one's place is a virtue. In the eyes of ordinary people, Niu Dazhuang's family background was impressive, but Niu himself knew clearly that in the eyes of truly great aristocratic families, his family's influence was worth absolutely nothing.

"On the west terrace, I plan to design a sunroom. Living here by the water, listening to the surging river, watching the spring breeze and autumn moon, sipping fine tea, playing with antiques, and sighing over the countless events of history—all reduced to lighthearted conversation..." Su Qing explained.

Cai Shicheng, about forty-something, wore a clean gray suit and a smiling face, yet his eyes flashed from time to time with a cunning not seen in ordinary people.

With no one around, Zhang Zhe looked down at his clothes, which were completely soaked in sewage and reeked of a pungent, eye-watering odor. Without hesitation, he stripped them off and changed into a fresh set.

Mu Ziyun glanced at Yue'er, feeling a warmth in her heart knowing the girl was worried about her. She was just about to speak when she turned and met a pair of cold, indifferent eyes.

An explosion triggered by such a collision would leave not even bones behind, let alone a martial master; even a martial venerable present would likely be obliterated.

Cheng Liping laughed. Trying to act the hero at a time like this? If he were truly that tough, why beg for mercy just a moment ago? Liu Weiguo, finished with the nonsense, grabbed Gu Zusheng's arm and pulled backward. With a crisp snap, Liu Weiguo had forcibly broken the bone.

After venting these thoughts, she instantly resumed a gentle, elegant, and magnificent demeanor, as if nothing had happened.

After all, it was a rare thing that they were willing to come out to visit her in such harsh conditions.

Xiao Xiao was annoyed, but a faint smile still lingered on her face. Saying nothing, she retreated to the side to continue waiting.

Pu Tao remained unmoved. It didn't take a genius to guess what this person was thinking; it was nothing more than greed, wanting to start plundering again.

A long time later, Mu Ziyun dragged her exhausted body onto the bed and glanced at the window. Her head felt dizzy and heavy; she could not tell if it was from hunger or fatigue.

Tao'er, consumed by resentment, spent all her savings to hire several men to beat the drunken King Yi to death.

Lin Feng felt happy seeing the father and son getting along so well. Although they were not wealthy, they lived happily, and she was satisfied with that.

"The Panama Canal construction begins next month. How about it? Do you want to go as a representative of our Canal Management Committee?" Rockefeller asked with ill intent, trying to lure Li Mu to Panama.

Her heart suddenly softened. She reached out to touch her stomach, her mind finally coming to terms with the reality.

But as soon as he spoke, the jaws of the cultivators, who had previously only looked stunned, hit the floor.

"You guys continue playing." Although she didn't know what Bertha's goal was, Ye Chenmeng felt uneasy.

Chu Lingyun gently embraced her, his hand stroking her hair behind her ear where she couldn't see, affectionately inhaling her scent.

The soldier who had been pointed out looked blank. He had only just returned from patrol; why was he suddenly being made a human target?

Apart from her work as the "Grim Reaper," she had no formal job. Her main source of income, besides the "Grim Reaper" fees, relied on moving among various wealthy individuals and squeezing the maximum amount of funds from them to survive.

Shan Ye slid down from Concubine Hui's clothes, fumbled until he found her hand, and gripped it gently, staring at her with hazy eyes.

"Mom, don't say that. Big brother is sick, he probably doesn't know about this. It’s not his fault; he must be sad too after losing his mother," Si Yarou said, wiping away her tears to persuade her.

"I..." Wu Meng knew that worrying was useless at this moment. In fact, it was useless at any time; calmness and composure were the keys to victory.

Studying martial arts, brewing medicine, receiving punishment, practicing swordplay, and killing—these filled his childhood. Young Master Chun's sword and Yu Ge's laughter permeated those years, and countless memories of the boys remained beneath that century-old parasol tree.

"Same here!" Gu Anyue nodded earnestly. She locked eyes with Li Xiuning, and the two burst into laughter simultaneously, dazzling Wen Xu's eyes and stimulating his nerves.

Jia Xu's explanation made everyone suddenly realize the truth, and it sent cold sweat running down the backs of many. They all imagined the scene where they were still carousing in Dongjun City, while a powerful army suddenly appeared outside the walls to slaughter them, causing them to shudder.

I interrupted him with a smile: "I know, your fear this time comes from ignorance, from never having experienced it, right? Once you’ve seen a 'zombie' a couple of times, you won't be afraid anymore."

Bao Bao also wore a smile. These three could be considered the next generation of elites for Eastern Wu, each a heaven-sent talent. With them in the Xuzhou Legion, this expedition to Qingzhou would be much easier.

Bai Xue suddenly felt a tingle in his scalp. He glanced at Old Master Gui, whose eyes were also filled with disbelief and astonishment.

At this moment, Qian Chuanchuan was filled with regret. He didn't regret how many bailiffs had died, but he regretted provoking Li Yang, because at this very moment, Qian Chuanchuan was being trampled under Zhou Cang's feet.

Around her, everyone, including Bai Xue, was nothing more than stars—faint, dim stars.

It was a lie to begin with; Feiyu didn't even know who Lisha was, so he couldn't answer the question.