Chapter 100: Borrowing Power

Lin Peishi never expected that Li Yiming would still be waiting outside. Startled, she instinctively took two steps back and hid behind Shu Yiming.

Shu Yiming had nearly forgotten about the whole incident, but upon hearing Li Yiming and seeing how frightened Lin Peishi was, a trace of annoyance flickered in his heart. He glanced toward Li Boguang.

“Mr. Li, your son is rather lacking in propriety…”

His expression darkened. He stepped forward, and before Bai could say another word, he suddenly bowed his head, swallowing all the murmured complaints that followed.

She ate with relish, the sound of her chewing echoing as she worked through a large plate of meat, its aroma so enticing that the beauty watching her couldn’t help but swallow in anticipation.

With both evidence and witness at hand, the explanation was reasonable and convincing—more so than the first plan, and easier for people to believe.

As the Zombie King hopped closer step by step, I felt utterly hopeless. This was a challenge of a different order entirely—speed and strength alike were unmatched.

“Demon Emperor, do you know if the Nine-Headed Golden Crow Clan possesses any especially powerful treasures?” Tiansheng continued to probe the Demon Emperor for information.

On Leng Huanhuan’s cold and beautiful face, a hint of a smile finally appeared—a smile that even Mingmei hadn’t seen for a very, very long time.

“Jealous again? Ha, don’t worry, I didn’t ask him to pick me up. Come to my place tonight. It’s been a while since I saw you, and I really, really miss you.” Ouyang Qing threw a flirtatious glance at Qin Feng, speaking ambiguously and even casting her eyes suggestively between his legs.

“Your Majesty, the birthing chamber is an inauspicious place…” the old nurse immediately advised from behind. But it was too late—the emperor had already stepped behind the screen, moving softly to the bedside where Danxin lay.

From the provincial governor’s office on down, most of the administrative offices in Guangxi had been driven into the neighboring provinces of Guizhou, Yunnan, Guangdong, and Hunan by the Taiping Army.

“Hmph, you’re wrong not to tell us!” Tang Fengwu, unwilling to let Zhong Sheng have the last word, argued stubbornly.

Faced with Zheng Zha’s question, Chu Xuan curled his lips. One couldn’t help but wonder when Chu Xuan had developed such an expressive repertoire, but the disdain in his look was unmistakable.

At the art exhibition, after seeing Qin Huai, Jiang Nuannuan sent her a message, saying she’d slip away first to avoid disturbing her and her “sugar daddy.”

The chubby one chuckled sheepishly, not daring to ask any more questions, and watched honestly as Wu Qi broke the formation, cursing the old man to bleed to death and spare them future trouble.

Lin Feng’s curiosity was piqued, and as he began to review the images, scenes flashed through his mind. When he was done, he was utterly astonished.

“It’s a pity that General Huangfu fought for the nation, only to end up stripped of rank and office,” Gai Xun said with a sigh, his sorrow evident as Jiang Qi mentioned Huangfu Song.

Seemingly a work call, Qin Yu glanced at the phone, his mischievous demeanor vanishing as he answered seriously. “Hello?”

Hao Xin lost her temper; her son was behaving far too calmly. She’d always thought Hao Meng would be devastated by the news, but it turned out she was the one overthinking it. A faint sadness crept over her.

Upon hearing their master’s words, the three brothers’ eyes widened again. Forgetting all courtesy, they rushed toward the long boxes.

Because they had once served under Chu Xinghua, now turning against their former leader filled their hearts with guilt.

A hundred thousand Royal Court soldiers assembled, their energy and blood soaring skyward; each wore bright armor, their swords and blades drawn, a chilling murderous intent gathering into a phantom-black cloud.

These three hundred had absorbed the blood energy of the divine nation. Once released, they would undoubtedly surpass Zhao Yun’s five hundred elite soldiers. No wonder everyone wanted to join the national war—killing the enemy not only allowed one to absorb their blood energy, but also to receive nourishment from the divine nation and the fortune of the land. The benefits were endless.

“Liuguang…” Rose called again, as if she hadn’t heard Liuguang respond the first time. After calling, she fell silent for a long time.