Chapter 103: The Female Bodyguard

“Is this a counting rod?”

The abacus had indeed piqued Shen Du’s curiosity. He folded his hands behind his back and paced over, bending down to examine it closely.

A rectangular wooden frame divided into two layers—the upper narrow, the lower wide—with slender vertical rods threading beads along their length.

The beads were polished smooth and rounded, gliding silkily along the rods as slender fingers flicked them.

Clink, clank, crackle.

For a long time afterward, my consciousness remained hazy. I vaguely felt someone holding me, calling my name repeatedly, just as they had long, long ago.

Feng Wu was not particularly surprised by Chen Defei’s sudden words; she merely raised an eyebrow and sipped her tea.

Ye Chen noticed Young Master Tang’s expression and quietly slipped down the lower path. This time returning home, he acquired his second major item.

At the impact of the “Crimson Lotus Dao Fruit,” I, riding the Nine-Spirit Azure Dragon, vanished without a trace. The Asura Emperor’s spiritual projection, manifesting the “Crimson Lotus Dao Fruit,” neither searched nor lingered but charged forward once more—this time crashing into the desolate tower sealing Emperor Jun.

“Captain, aren’t we going in? If something happens…” Tang Yan’s voice faltered abruptly, as if grasping Fang Changsheng’s intention.

The tighter he held me, the more fiercely I struggled. I could feel the heavy sorrow he suppressed in his embrace, but who could understand my pain?

“Then don’t blame the brothers for being ruthless,” the security captain said sternly. Several guards behind him immediately drew batons and closed in.

Anna Johnston suddenly became exhilarated, feeling her body brimming with energy and a surge of desire awakening. She leapt onto Liao Yuan, wrapping her long legs around his waist. “I need to get to know you better first, then we can talk!” she declared, sealing his lips with a kiss.

Meng Nanjun suddenly felt disdain for that Marquis of Dingnan. For seven years, he had sheltered the Gu family, ensuring their comfort, wealth, and power, defending the nation and sparing Great Qi from war and strife—yet those who had been so favored seemed eager to devour him.

Bai Yu no longer held back and sent his earth dragon charging forward as well. The passage through the ship’s hold was narrow, with the earth dragon and the abomination blocking the way, allowing Liao Yuan and Bai Yu ample room to strike.

“What about the plane?” At first, it hadn’t occurred to him, but if the plane was similarly off-limits, not allowing anyone near to inspect, then other measures would have to be considered.

Looking at the man before her, Ji Ming was stunned for a long time. His eyes, his lips, everything about him… for so many years she had dreamed of him, waking with her heart twisted tightly.

The four of them pretended to be window shopping as they entered a new boutique in the mall. Seeing their attire—far from ordinary—the sales clerk greeted them warmly, enthusiastically introducing the merchandise.

This was Su Ming’s first time integrating close-combat martial arts into ranged attacks. The fusion of close and long-range techniques was never merely additive—it was far greater than the sum of its parts.

Lian Hua was sure she hadn’t seen the bastard draw a rocket launcher at all. Even though she had been acting the part all along, she wasn’t blind—so where on earth had that rocket launcher come from?

Wang Zheng had been quietly savoring his tea when he suddenly heard Sheng Fei’s words and immediately felt something was wrong. Turning, he saw Shangguan Shishi’s mysterious smile.

The Kunlun Mountain Sect Leader had witnessed Ye Feng’s shattering of the void, the arrow that sank the Viper Organization’s headquarters. He admired Ye Feng’s ability immensely and had never imagined he would lose.

Su Jinluo shrugged indifferently as the busy signal rang on her phone, wondering whether she could escape this crisis with Jin Ye’s help.

“So, what do you plan to do?” Song Dao Wufeng smiled faintly. To him, this young, cold subordinate bore a striking resemblance to himself in his younger days.