Volume One, Chapter 108: Am I Really Going to Die Here?

“Your Highness!”

Su Ran spent ten thousand wealth points to refresh the skill guarding the Thunder Tower. Only then did the Thunderstorm Net reappear. Seizing the opportunity, he unleashed the Furious Thunder Descend skill, followed by the Storm skill repeatedly, all in an effort to eliminate more players.

However, in order to maintain his personal ties with Hao Jianggong and Li Jianguo, Zhang Yi had no choice but to agree to attend the international students’ meeting.

As a result, A Zhen, having mastered all of Granny Qin’s techniques, was able to advance even further.

Zhang Yi knew that the head of the division was referring to Yin Dong, who was a rare talent not only for his eloquence but also for his expertise in steelmaking and management.

At the heart of the city stood a pristine white tower piercing the clouds—the Red Stone Tower—where the power and will of the kingdom and the entire White Wizard Alliance were concentrated.

After closing the ‘door,’ I realized there wasn’t any tea at all. They were simply looking for a quarrel with me for no reason.

Upon hearing Koshkin’s question, the captain was momentarily at a loss and could only cast a pleading glance toward his company commander.

“Your Majesty, if you’re feeling unwell, there’s no need to push yourself. We can appreciate the moon once you’ve recovered,” Bi Yu hastily advised, noting the pale, sheet-like complexion of Wu Yun Zhu.

Not far away stood an old villa, its worn condition a testament to its many years in this world.

Otherwise, bearing the title of a disciple of the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, yet not even knowing one’s own ‘senior brother’ would be utterly ridiculous.

Qian Shuiqing’s side had indeed made thorough plans and preparations, while Old Lu Qing also made swift, decisive decisions on the spot, acting with lightning speed.

Mei Guo’s heart fluttered, her face burning with heat. Biting her lip, she was at a loss for words. The lips brushing against her neck were scorching, and the tingling sensation on her arm made her heart contract sharply. She sensed he was hinting at something.

Yue’er didn’t understand why Aisha said that but didn’t ask. She only looked at me with concern, believing that Uncle wouldn’t kill me, only discipline me. But was that really the case?

“Seafood must be served. Don’t say just once; I’ll invite you ten, even eight times over. I’m the host, and the imperial envoy is an old friend—how could I not treat him?” Zou Xigui eagerly seized the chance to flatter, bowing repeatedly.

Du Yiyu felt like crying and laughing at the same time upon hearing this, as the label of the Beauty Trap had firmly been placed upon her.

“Lili, you may continue to perform your piano piece on stage; this matter doesn’t concern you,” Yun Meng Feixiang told Lili.

In the great hall, Liu Zheng, a personal guard sent by Zhu Yuanzhang, paced back and forth with his hands behind his back. Li Weizheng, seeing him, knew this was an informal summons from Zhu Yuanzhang. A formal summons would have been delivered by an official herald.

“His Majesty watches the Duke of the Stabilized Nation’s mansion closely. Rescuing someone is not difficult; the hard part is how to escape afterward,” Shui Zhongtang said, resting his head on his arm.

“Child, what are your plans?” Marshal Bach, clad in full armor, stepped forward, his bright eyes meeting Princess An’s filled with expectation.

Suddenly, everything went dark, the candle extinguished. He had already drifted onto the ‘bed,’ the curtain falling behind him.

Usually, Wei Wucai hated being called handsome, so he always put on a stern, unapproachable demeanor.

The room was pitch black. Xia Yuqing fumbled in her bedside bag to find her phone. Turning on the screen, she saw it was just past three in the morning.