Chapter 62: I've Never Lost a Game of Strategy! (Over 8k words, bonus chapter for the Silver Patron, thanks to the Cross-Dressing Bigshot)

Thanks to Odin and Chassisa, Tang Xi had acquired a considerable understanding of beings like the Dragon Kings, and not just in terms of raw power.

To put it mildly, if these ultimate creatures were willing to let go of even a fraction of their pride, drop a few hints in the human world, and recruit a batch of followers—there would always be plenty of people willing to follow in the footsteps of the Dragon Kings—and then implement some militarized management and foster a religion, they would undoubtedly be far better off than fighting alone as they did now.

They were simply too arrogant.

"Thank you!" The gloom on the face of the Thousand-Hand Demon Lord vanished completely. The brilliance behind him grew increasingly intense as the sun was about to leap over the surface of the water.

"So, are you planning to let him go?" Ai Haoyang hadn't wanted to ask this question; he knew Ai Xingyu's concerns, and he harbored those exact same worries.

"Who am I? Where am I?" The handsome man did not look directly at Ye Fengyun, merely muttering to himself.

This was to compensate for the guilt lingering in the hearts of their fathers, thereby gaining a sliver of psychological solace and making themselves feel a little better.

Ying Fusu laughed. "General Xu Hao has campaigned for the State of Qin for over a decade. You have truly worked hard, General Xu Hao. I am deeply gratified to have so many soldiers following Us."

He thought silently to himself: May the information contained within this scroll bring blessings to the future of humanity, and not辜负 (fail to live up to) the sacrifices made by so many people today.

If the other party hadn't been an NPC, Tang Feng himself would have wanted to hack away at him first just to vent his own anger before talking.

Lu Ming hovered atop the tower and chanted the true incantation. The moment crimson runes appeared on the blade of the flying sword, it carried the giant flying ant and Xiao Dang toward the Central Plains in the west like a streak of white light.

Young Master Qing, Qin Zhan, bowed slightly. "This subject is unworthy of the Young Master's trust. Not long after the imperial decree arrived, I was placed under arrest by the troops sent by the Surveillance Envoy. My subordinate officers and loyal guards were only released today." Having said this, Qin Zhan bowed even lower.

At these words, Lanyue felt a stir in his heart. He guessed that the Demonic Cult must have planted someone close to Zhu Yuanzhu, and moreover, this person must be close enough to Zhu Yuanzhu to arrange for Lanyue to gain access to him.

Watching Nangong Meng immerse herself day after day in Prince Fengjun's sweet words and getting along so harmoniously, Mu Ning'er looked at this scene, completely at a loss as to what to do.

Yang Lin was quite mischievous, setting the date of the alliance for October twentieth, which happened to fall right before the wedding of the Zhai brothers.

Yet ever since falling ill this time, everyone around her had been taking such good care of her. Although Lin Xiaoxiao didn't say it out loud, she was well aware of it in her heart.

The two of them were just like hearts entwined in a double-stranded net, holding a thousand knots within. This knot referred to a romantic entanglement—a knot that firmly locked two lovers together.

Although the main hall was heated, wearing a ultra-short skirt in the late autumn weather was still bitterly cold.

Old Mrs. Lin was fiercely choked up. She had merely intended to voice a casual complaint as she always did, never expecting Lin Man to nod in dead earnest.

What came into view instead was an unfamiliar room, and finally, his gaze settled on a tall man standing by the bedside.

However, when they went upstairs again, Lin Xiaoxiao was nowhere to be seen. Guessing that she must have gone to Ouyang Xintong's room, Shen Juntao marched angrily toward Ouyang Xintong's room and began hammering heavily on the door.

Intent on making a fool of Moli, the manager wore a wicked smile as he stepped out of the office, called Moli over, and put on the act of being willing to serve as her chauffeur as they walked out of Duan's Footwear.

Gu Lele had dressed a bit too thinly when going out today, and right now she felt dizzy and intensely uncomfortable.

Under the warm-colored lighting, Su Mengmeng lowered her head bashfully while everyone around egged them on. Wang Tiezhu watched with a beaming smile, feeling a slight ache in his cheeks simply because he was smiling too exaggeratedly, yet seeing the expressions of those around him, he was infected by their joy.

Tearing off the ghostly mask, Wang Tiezhu crawled out from the ruins. He stared blankly at the other Wang Tiezhu standing before him—an exact replica of himself, save for slightly longer hair.