Chapter 134: Haste Makes Waste

After devouring two large chicken legs in just over ten minutes, Gu Ruyu let out a satisfied "Hiccup!" After finishing a bottle of water, she was surprised to find her stomach aching. Given that she had been satisfied with just one chicken leg on the first night, it was clear that this girl was the type who had always eaten like a bird.

A chance discovery during the day gave Li Qing a lead. The boat tracking Priest Wang had returned, and the target had disembarked at Xingchun Bridge in the south of the city, vanishing into a manor by Stone Lake.

Later, when Ars accompanied Lei Dongfeng to Huangguan and met Leo, he immediately recognized the Sisley centurion who had once reported to him in person. Ars had held a very high opinion of Leo back then, and both men were filled with pleasant surprise.

That was truly unimaginable. For no matter how powerful an ant might be, it is destined never to defeat a lion.

However, in the end, whether it was Xiao Nai, who was the first to charge into the trap, Lin Qingsu, who was on the verge of clashing with Lin Shaomao, or Yang Bin, who arrived with a menacing air, all were forced to withdraw from the snare under the weight of a single telegraphic order.

"The clear weather is perfect for our march. Otherwise, if it rains, the waterways might be manageable, but what would become of the army on land?" Villefort said coldly.

Jian Xuanfu, overcome with pain and regret, let out a cry of shock. She stared, stunned, at the scene before her: Ding Zhan was actually holding the delicate hand of the spectral Jian Yuxuan.

"Xue Hao! Are you talking about Lei De, the one who secretly defected to us and can control lightning tribulations?" As soon as Xue Hao finished speaking, the man hurriedly addressed his disciple.

"Does Zheng Yi know about the situation on the front lines?" Yu Xiaocheng asked Li Donglei while on horseback, tilting his head. Behind them, Qiu Fengjia stretched his neck, listening intently. It was clear from their leader's expression that he sensed the grimness of the situation, and he could not help but feel anxious.

Wei Xiaodong was truly acting recklessly today. Usually, he would be meticulous, comparing prices and quality across different shops, but the items he was buying today were unique—there was no room for comparison, as no one else sold them.

Their task was simple: to hold the city firmly before the elite forces in the secret tunnels behind the coalition lines could be deployed.

The Black Bear stared blankly at Liang Chen, seemingly having realized what was about to happen.

At first, only a wisp of white vapor rose from the pool—or perhaps it should be called white smoke, like the incense drifting from a temple. Yet, this smoke was much denser, almost congealing into a milky white substance.

On the North American battlefield, the Gate of Heaven found itself besieged from the very beginning of the war by three major forces: the Avengers, the Light of the Maya, and the Leaves of Wind and Frost.

After all, it was not uncommon for those who usually flattered and fawned to stab one in the back at a critical moment.

Helpless, Zhang Xiaofeng witnessed the murder of the head chef the next day. He fled without a second thought, reduced to the state he was in now.

Consort Li walked to the window and gazed silently up at the moon. It was as if by holding her head high, she could force her tears to flow back into her body rather than wetting her cheeks for others to mock.

When Tu Jie spoke, it carried weight. Though most of the Earth Tribe members were reluctant, they had no choice but to obey his orders.

If Lin Jie truly achieved success in the competition, then their collaboration with Champs-Élysées would put Shangdao at an advantage; after all, a chef who had emerged from an international contest was not someone just anyone could compare to.

He had a strange illusion that he had become a grand eunuch in the palace, succeeding Huang Jin. Several times, he woke up drenched in sweat from a nightmare, reaching down to check his crotch, and only after feeling that his "equipment" was still there would he let out a sigh of relief, lie back down, and change positions to go back to sleep.