Chapter 51: Serving Him for the Night

Ajian was dumbfounded, instantly forgetting everything her young mistress had instructed her to do.

Pei Dongzhou naturally saw that Ajian had been frightened out of her wits. He spoke with a cold edge, "Come out, I have questions for you."

After Pei Dongzhou left, Ajian finally recovered somewhat.

The Heir Apparent had come, and he had learned from Cousin Xia that her mistress had not yet returned to the Marquis's Mansion. If word of this got out, her mistress's reputation would be completely ruined.

Right now, only the Heir Apparent could save her mistress, but the Heir—

Fan Lingchu had just recovered from a serious illness, and his complexion was still somewhat pale. Yet, when he painted his face with bold theatrical patterns and donned the full attire of Xiang Yu, he unexpectedly managed to bring a few auras of the Hegemon of Western Chu down from the stage, and his voice resonated with renewed vigor and confidence.

As long as Xiao Yan became a Dou Huang expert, the Xiao family's status would immediately soar accordingly. By then, securing a place among the three major families of the Gama Empire would not be entirely impossible.

It was only then that the surrounding burly men noticed the two fine Western Frontier steeds, Treading Night White. One lay near the cliff, half its body pinned beneath the carriage, temporarily unable to rise. As for the other, it was actually standing just two zhang behind Ximen Xuan.

Luo Chen lay prone beside the pile of corpses, his entire body immersed in a pool of blood. The viscous liquid enveloped his frame, yet he felt not the slightest discomfort; instead, he devoured the blood with even greater ferocity.

In his panic, Kou Zhong could only raise his defenses, retreating continuously under Lin凡's onslaught, utterly incapable of launching any counterattack.

Had Qin Yin not possessed profound carving skills and the foundation from his previous carving of the Spirit-Guiding Atlas, he likely would have grown dizzy and passed out just from reading this very first page.

However, after nodding, he suddenly raised his head, staring at Li Zhi in utter astonishment, and asked, "Weren't those troops persuaded to surrender by Brother Xingzhi?"

The middle-aged man was so angry his mustache twitched and his eyes flared. He clenched his fists tightly, standing on the very brink of explosive rage.

So it was you. Ding Yi looked in astonishment at Tian Shengli beside him, no wonder auntie said you stank, you really do stink terribly.

Zhong Ziyi had mocked Young Master Su more than once: life is short, and if one doesn't seize the moment for pleasure, isn't one simply making things difficult for oneself?

Di Batian, the mysterious elder, and everyone else present all understood Zhan Wushuang's meaning.

Lucifer sat upon the throne atop the Great Wind's head, supporting his cheek with one hand, and looked down at Gilgamesh as he spoke.

Li Ju moved his body within the副本, feeling the surging, violent power coursing through him, and could not help but reveal a look of satisfaction.

Everyone could clearly see that within Shisui's eyes lay the same pair of Mangekyou Sharingan patterns, distinct from the traditional three tomoe.

Regarding this, Wang Yue could not figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. In any case, the dramas he used to watch were few, and he had only really browsed them during his transmigration.

Gu Zhiru did not speak. She only slowly turned her head away, refusing to look at his nearly frenzied face.

Even after consuming this final batch, it was still insufficient to allow him to absorb the third layer of the Whale Blood Divine Surge Art within a short time and step into the Xiantian wondrous realm.

"Have you checked things out over at Xinguang?" Xu Chaoxi placed his suitcase under the desk, turned around, and asked.

During this period, countless people had challenged him, including supreme powerhouses of the caliber of the Qisan Immortal, yet all these experts had been defeated. Throughout the entire era, pooling the combined strength of generation after generation of martial artists, not a single person had ever been able to snatch the title of the world's number one from his hands.

"Naturally, naturally." Both men looked at each other with enigmatic expressions, resembling two cunning old foxes—who among them would ultimately emerge victorious?

A cold flash crossed Si Zuo's eyes. Casually snapping the rope in front of him, he prepared to move in and eliminate the person ahead.

At first, the conversation between the two beasts was relatively harmonious, but later, after Laifu seemed to say something, the Flaming-Eyed Tiger shook its head repeatedly. Shortly after that, Su Yi saw Laifu speaking to the Flaming-Eyed Tiger with a somewhat angry demeanor.

Su Yi naturally heard the shouts from behind, and could not help but freeze in a daze, unsure of what had happened. But the moment he drew close to the spear shaft, Su Yi suddenly understood everything.