Chapter 59: Heavy Bribes and Temptation

Santo Supremo do Confucionismo e Taoismo: De Escravo de Exames a Mestre Imperial das Nações Carro antigo 1132 words 2026-08-05 06:27:19

Outside the imposing vermilion-lacquered gates of the Lu residence, carriages and horses came and went in an endless stream.

Everyone stared fixedly at the dark void as two somewhat ethereal figures slowly stepped out from within. The moment they emerged, Li Qing's eyes instantly moistened.

Tang Chuan was suddenly filled with a bellyful of rage, itching to go up and teach the Wild Boar a lesson, or at the very least, give him a couple of kicks. But before he could even take a step, Tang Chuan stopped, suddenly realizing something. The Wild Boar had always been a burden to him anyway; wouldn't it be even better now that he was leaving?

This outcome could be said to be both logical and unexpected. Clearly, the two of them were evenly matched in strength; even in defeat, Tantai Qingyun still could not figure out precisely where she had lost.

A miserable scream rang out, and then the pet bird's body erupted into flames. Amidst its agonizing and pitiful cries, its form gradually turned to ashes.

Just like that, Huang Shan first delivered a precise snap shot with his right hand, followed by continuous tracking shots with his left. In no time at all, he cleared away the surrounding trees.

"Older sister, who is he? Do you know him?" In the ballroom, Chen Mengting and her sister had been asked to leave the dance floor by a waiter sent by Zhang Haoran, yet Chen Mengting had no idea who this unfamiliar, elegant young gentleman was.

Wei Changfeng slumped his head. Today he had truly gone to poke a hornet's nest; not only did he fail to taste any honey, but he also got stung half to death.

At that moment, the Golden-Scaled Fire Lion suddenly let out a heaven-shaking, mournful roar—a desperate cry uttered right before its consciousness was incinerated, unable to ultimately withstand the invasion of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire.

Dongfang Jie'ao glanced sideways at the Young Master and Huangfu Qi, then plunged straight into the sea of fire. To Tang Chuan's surprise, Dongfang Jie'ao did not call out to the black-robed cultivator behind him, acting completely as if they were total strangers. The black-robed cultivator showed no reaction to this, as though everything was within his expectations.

Perhaps because it sensed the power I had just unleashed, however, it did not rashly launch an attack against me, choosing instead to watch me from afar.

I nodded and pulled Zhang Yuqian along as we walked outside! With Zhang Yuqian leading the way, leaving was far more convenient. No one blocked our path along the way, and we reached the outside in no time.

Beneath the morning glow, the man wore a stern expression, killing intent pooling in the depths of his eyes as though he had already grown tired of waiting.

"Miss Jun, after we finish our meal shortly, would you care to sit across the way for a while? We can drink some tea and aid our digestion," Feng Ting invited.

The specific deployment was as follows: the 1st and 3rd Tank Divisions would launch a direct flank assault, the 27th Division and 36th Regiment would attack from the front, the self-propelled artillery regiment and rocket launcher regiment would be responsible for fire support, and the Independent Mixed 6th Brigade would serve as the reserve force.

Yet today, my brain suddenly went haywire, and I actually grabbed my cousin-in-law and kissed her. I have no idea what possessed me or why I would make a move on my cousin-in-law.

In a split second, the figures of the two old men both tumbled off the arena. When the crowd looked closely, one of them had half a broken sword piercing his chest, while the other held half a broken blade in his hand, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Before her departure, she sat quietly by Ye Weishang's bedside for a long time, her gaze tracing his eyebrows and eyes over and over again.

Bai Xiaoli slowly turned her head and caught sight of the familiar green hair, the familiar green eyes, the familiar look of disdain, and the familiar lackeys.

Normal blood would have long since dried up and darkened in color after such a long time, but these red substances were still incomparably vibrant, looking completely like freshly shed blood.