Chapter 22: Peaceful Dumplings

When Su Tang first met her young husband, she assumed he was a severe introvert. Had she not accidentally discovered his remarkable intelligence—almost an eidetic memory—she would never have bothered to arrange for him to study under Master Fang. But she hadn’t expected Master Fang to be such an adept teacher; in just a few months, her young husband had already made a name for himself before the magistrate, speaking persuasively as the top candidate, the Lord of the Supreme Court!

One must always have dreams—for what if, by chance, they come true?

Besides, her system was counting on that day~

“Meng Lang,” she called him softly, a sorrowful lump stuck in her chest, so painful it seemed to press against her heart.

“Nameless…” Feng Yufei glanced at Nameless, who was walking with his head lowered beside him, and finally couldn’t help but call out.

So, even though Ling Jiajia was angry, when she recalled all his past deeds, she felt nothing but heartache.

“In terms of rank, I ought to obey my superior’s orders.” Xiu Hai, convinced there was a hidden agenda, spoke with renewed determination.

“Warning! Warning! Fuel level below five percent. Estimated power armor operation under current conditions: ten minutes remaining!” The voice belonged to the onboard computer.

Naruto’s sudden arrival turned the fierce battle between the Straw Hat Pirates and Crocodile’s men into a bizarre spectacle.

“Li Yunying, if you dare harm her, I will have you torn limb from limb!” Baoyuan’s furious shout echoed painfully in their ears.

“Cakes? Is it true that the custom in Qingcheng is to eat cakes at Mid-Autumn? What sort of cakes are they? Tell me, Rui’er.” Baoyuan seemed to take this seriously, pressing for details.

Ji Liunian was forced to straddle him; in such a public place, this intimacy left her deeply embarrassed.

Ziyu gazed at the bird protruding from the cage: it looked like an eagle, but with a peacock’s crown atop its head and a body of red feathers. She blinked in surprise.

Faced with so many intent gazes, the burly man lowered his head. He quickly retreated several steps, moving deep into the alley. He turned his head sideways, focusing intently and earnestly on the cracks in the stone wall, determined not to look at Yuzi.

Only now did Ziyu catch up, standing below as she watched the black hawk carry the man in black far away.

Yuzi answered lazily, “Thank you, Your Majesty, but I truly have no appetite.” With that, she closed her eyes.

Caught off guard, Shangguan Xing was no match for Beiming Changfeng; he was blasted backward, crashing heavily into the wall.

“Brother Zhong, you won’t be traveling far for work again anytime soon, will you?” Qiuxiang inquired.

During the reign of Emperor Jiajing, Ma Gui entered the army from the ranks of the palace servants, rising through accumulated merit to become Assistant Commander, then serving as General of the Xuanfu Garrison. In the Longqing era, he was promoted to Deputy General of the Xinping Fort in Datong.

The sword cleaved through the ice-rock statues; this time, their fragility surpassed even the stone giants they had “created.” Wang Long’s full-strength strike sliced off half their heads in one blow.

The next day, they arrived at Jizhou. Zhong Nan did not pause, heading directly for the military camp. Since Liu Hu and the others had already received word of Zhong Nan’s impending arrival, they were not surprised.

The Silicon Empire has no Qixi Festival, nor is it recorded in the Koi System. Yin Yi could not help but ask out of curiosity.

This was merely Lin Chengjie’s wishful thinking; Lu Qi did not share his views, for Lu Xue’er was deeply important to him—how could he allow anyone to replace her?

Originally, upon hearing that the empire before them was already in chaos, the Azhar Empire had dismissed it as insignificant. They had intended to seize it in a single sweep.

Zhao Yun was unhurried, counterattacking with precision. He tilted his head back just enough to dodge the swinging hammer, flicked his wrist to evade the thrusting spear, then riposted in return.

“It can be done this way!” Nan Wuxiang exclaimed in shock at the sight, pointing up, down, left, and right with his six hands. Instantly, a vortex of clouds appeared behind him.

The ammunition had been switched to electromagnetic rounds. While they posed little threat to those inside the mecha, a direct hit would render it completely paralyzed.