Chapter 29: Do You Really Think I Have No Temper?

After they left, Cao Bin finally resumed using the fire hose from the corridor’s fire hydrant. As usual, he sprayed down the blood and milky residue on the floor. In this sweltering heat, if he didn’t clean it up, it would soon emit a foul odor. Even though he rarely went out, having such filth in the corridor was simply disgusting.

He washed everything toward the stairwell, then returned the hose to its place and headed back to his room to close the door.

Suppressing those restless thoughts in his heart, he quickly turned around and extended his hand.

With a new idea, Du Xun’s earlier melancholia vanished, replaced by a hint of impatience and anticipation.

She simply raised her hand toward Ao Bing. Instantly, Ao Bing felt his blood and magical power surge uncontrollably. He sensed distinctly that, deep within, Ba had used some unknown method to burn his blood dry, using his own magic as fuel.

Holt glared fiercely at Li Zhe for his explanation, clearly dissatisfied. But there was nothing to be done; the rule applied to all teams, and in any case, resting players shouldn’t be permitted.

Once the order to prepare was delivered, Shennong left the great hall and made his way to a secluded spot within Chendu.

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands. Two palace attendants entered, bowing respectfully.

Aside from the Duke of Stock, there were other male members in the royal family, but they were more distantly related. Alice herself was unfamiliar with them and did not wish for a stranger to escort her in at such a moment. Rather than endure that, she would rather go alone.

Wei Jiu narrowed his eyes, swiftly covering Qing’er’s mouth just as she was about to speak. He looked Zhang Jieyu up and down with a mocking gaze. She had a lovely face, a touch too much powder, and in the dead of winter, she brazenly exposed her snowy-white chest, radiating a magnetic allure for men.

News had just come down that the Dongyue Grand Hotel had been suddenly acquired by a mysterious figure. From now on, the new owner would be Qin Xuan. The lobby manager had also received Qin Xuan’s basic information.

This was not an isolated incident. The sodden, rain-soaked mud hindered the iron cavalry of Xiliang, their horses’ speed stifled by the treacherous ground. Some horsemen, caught off guard by their mounts’ abrupt halts, were even thrown, landing yards away and struggling to their feet, exhausted.

He knew he had acted unconsciously, but still, he couldn’t help but blame himself.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine!” Huo Donglai’s gentle voice soothed her softly.

Shanihada pressed a fierce kiss to Surenga’s delicate cheek, then leapt to his feet, seized his curved blade, and strode to the tent’s entrance. He cast one last, lingering look back and declared, “Now, for you—my beloved queen—and for the survival of the Shani tribe, I will never lay down my blade!”

In the next moment, he reached out with hands as pale and flawless as jade, gently grasping her hand. With a slight tug, he pulled her to her feet. Having knelt for so long, Xuexue’s legs were numb, and she stumbled straight into Ji Wuqing’s arms.

As Dugu Meier’s face flushed a deeper red, a faint trace of pain appeared on her anxious and dazed features, and there was anguish in her voice. Wang Yan, unable to bear it, turned down the bedding.

Ma Yu, after some brief pleasantries, went straight to the point and requested temporary unified command over the household troops.

A Gui lacked even the most basic daily necessities and naturally would not engage in such a pointless act.

Yang Feng, astride a fiery steed and wielding an eight-foot spear, rode before the Han military camp, showing off and shouting abuse until his throat was hoarse. Still, the camp remained deathly silent.

Undoubtedly, tomorrow the court would be in an uproar once more. The matter of the crown prince could no longer be suppressed. Shao An cast a weary glance at Feng Che, then stormed out in fury without a word.