Chapter 64: Resentment
“Hmph, that tyrant!”
“He truly isn’t fit to be emperor. He was nothing more than a useless fool before, and later we thought he might accomplish something great.”
“Haha, who would have thought he’s just a bloodthirsty tyrant?”
Tang Sicheng sneered as he finished speaking and left the hall filled with fragrance...
Xiazhi’s tone and phrasing were polite, yet nothing could conceal the firmness of her attitude. No matter what Guo Xi was scheming, she absolutely refused to agree to such extravagant preparations. This wasn’t merely a matter of money, but of principle.
The reporters rushed over. Tang Tu silently counted the time, feeling it was right, and slipped out, vaulting over the wall to run towards the Disraeli family’s carriage.
Climbing back into the spacious area, Long Lei Yan connected the camera to his phone and played the video for the two of them.
Everyone then scattered to search for flowers. Most of the people here wore masks, though some did not. There were numerous stalls, canvases hanging on the walls, and paints placed beside them. Anyone could step up and create a painting.
Amid the astonished gazes of four young Ultra Warriors, Aguru’s azure body underwent a rapid transformation in the shimmering water's radiance, the intense surge of light energy erupting from his deep blue form leaving them trembling in awe.
In the last match, the Spurs made two adjustments: first, increasing their defensive help and double-teaming against Anxi, making it much harder for the 76ers to score; second, a sudden burst in the second half that completely overwhelmed the 76ers.
He didn’t mention Li Xia, but Xiazhi immediately thought of him; it must have been because Li Xia had approached him. With the order delivered to her doorstep, Xiazhi certainly wouldn’t turn it away. She and Tian Kuo worked out a few more details, then happily accepted the order and the deposit.
The descendants of Emperor Yan—Gonggong, and those of the Yellow Emperor—Houyi, Zhuanxu, and Zhurong; their struggles could indeed be seen as a continuation of the ancient rivalry between Yan and Huang.
Wang Shi laughed heartily. Along the way, he was secretly amazed—such beauty in the countryside! He had initially thought Tang Quan’s claim that this was a paradise was an exaggeration. Yet, upon setting foot in the village, he realized it truly was like a world untouched by the ordinary.
At this moment, the driver jumped excitedly out of the car, approaching the police, embellishing the story as he recounted how Long Lei Yan had acted unreasonably, assaulted people, and threatened to smash the car.
He hardly seemed like a young master from a wealthy family, someone familiar with refined sentiments. So impatient—he was no different from a coachman, a shop worker, or a butcher.
Even Sister Zhou was coaxing him ceaselessly, yet Ye Chen remained utterly indifferent.
The residents of Flowing Water Town, who had never witnessed such a sight, were dumbstruck, forgetting to eat, forgetting to drink.
“How could that be right? All those things were earned through everyone’s hard work, some nearly lost their lives. This affair involves me—how could I let my brothers bear the burden alone?” Davis patted the soul master’s shoulder in comfort.
Upon reaching the second floor, Old Master Chi walked ahead to the fourth room, set Aunt Chi down, pulled out his keys, and unlocked the door.
“Brother Ling, I’ve just broken through—two levels of soul power!” Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed with delight, her cheeks radiant as the sun.
After speaking, Bobo glanced at the curly-haired cat beside her, and tentatively reached out to pet it. The cat crouched lower, dodging her touch, refusing to accept her affection.
He held her tightly, unwilling to let go, savoring the warmth from her body. Lin Gantang, who had hurried back overnight, was so exhausted that she soon drifted into a deep sleep beside him.
It seemed Wang Batian’s visit was not merely a simple call. Although they had been prepared for this, hearing his true purpose still left them somewhat surprised.