Chapter 68: What Could Yi'an Possibly Plot?

Jiang Nian gracefully tasted the dish: "Delicate, smooth, and delightfully fresh—truly exquisite! Has the Fan Tower taken on a new chef?"

"You always have the sharpest palate!" Princess Yi'an quickly urged Jiang Nian to try two more dishes, and the two of them finished their meal in quiet enjoyment.

Half an hour later, they put down their chopsticks.

Jiang Nian beat Princess Yi'an to the bill. Before leaving, Princess Yi'an had the waiter pack an extra portion of fish chowder for Jiang Nian to take with her, and Jiang Nian thanked her with a smile.

"Thank you..."

By this time, those damned corpse beetles were only a dozen meters away from us. I hurriedly spread out the mercenary's jacket on the ground, ignited it with a lighter, and then, holding the burning garment, rushed toward the massive swarm of beetles, waving it wildly to drive them away.

However, he could not afford to give those people another opportunity to mock them; he had to take Chen Yu and make sure she was properly dressed and groomed.

"How many troops do they have?" Although Yan Le was reluctant, the facts were right before him, leaving no room for disbelief.

Tianlong Temple was a royal temple of the Dali Kingdom during the Southern Song Dynasty. Dali deeply revered Buddhism, and many emperors chose to take monastic vows and become monks at Tianlong Temple after abdicating the throne.

Old Hei Wang said this with a sinister gaze directed at Snake Flower, as he was the only one here likely to make a move against me.

Wu Qian then recounted to everyone how he established the Wind-Thunder Army and led his loyal brothers into battle, omitting only the existence of Kongcang Mountain. Everyone listened in wonder and awe.

Scanning the room, he saw no sign of Lu Manman. Everything inside was neatly organized; had it not been for the lingering scent of her body still lingering within the mandarin-duck quilt, Wu Qian might have suspected that everything from the previous night was merely an illusion.

Accompanied by a vulgar curse, Wang Qiang rushed forward in a single bound. His right fist came within a hair's breadth of striking Li Ling's face, but at the critical moment, he restrained his strength slightly, turning his fist into a grab and hoisting Li Ling straight up by the collar.

On both the southern and northern sides of the arena, simple commanding platforms had been erected, each flying the grand banners of the opposing sides.

"T-MAC, you cannot guard me with such a slow pivot. I am one of the best defenders in the league; you should use your full strength on every single offensive possession," Sun Zhuo said as he backed down McGrady, forcing him to retreat step by step.

After all, if a miracle did not happen soon, their entire fleet would be completely engulfed by the dense swarms of Death Beasts right before them. Especially since these Death Beasts seemed to have completely lost their rationality, attacking them with nothing but blind, frenzied rage.

Now the Mother Empress could no longer afford to worry about such details; she hurriedly broadcasted a distress signal, hoping desperately that some Death Beasts might come to her rescue. She truly did not want to perish in this place, but since the opponent was only reacting now, it was already far too late.

PS: My high fever has been fluctuating a bit. It was normal around noon, but started making me dizzy again by evening. Honestly, I hadn't planned on writing, but after checking my lower half, I resolutely forced myself to type it out anyway. However, my head is somewhat hazy, so the quality might not be guaranteed. Apologies.

Wang Bodang's eyes lit up once more. Previously, he had been racking his brains over how to deal with Xue Rengui and hadn't considered other angles, mainly because he was stretched too thin and lacked the energy to imagine alternatives. Now, enlightened by Li Shi'qi's guidance, he was suddenly struck with a profound realization.

Yang Hao was at a loss, his mind in a whirl. He completely forgot to summon a physician, his very first thought turning to the people around him.

In the setting sun, the towering city walls of Jiangning loomed before his eyes, filling Zhao Hao with a profound sense of familiarity.

Yi Le's face turned somewhat pale. What on earth was going on? Why was Tonami sleeping in his bed? What had he done to Tonami? Frowning deeply in thought, he gradually recalled how his younger sister had slapped him twice that morning before he pulled her into his embrace.

From birth, it was primed with top-tier delicacies—a special kind of beast milk—and thereafter grew up entirely on various exotic foods.

He brought up his influential family in an attempt to make her hesitant, but unexpectedly, she completely ignored the threat. Nie Jianghong was truly terrified to her very core.