Chapter 90: Speaking Recklessly! Ma Yulian Confesses to an Improper Affair

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Oh my heavens, Old Chen, how did you get beaten up like this? Who did this to you?

The old woman’s eyes went dark the instant she saw him.

“The emperor?” The ministers looked up in astonishment at Skycleaver Yanfei, only to find their sovereign staring fixedly at the empress’s chambers, his lips pressed into a hard line.

Even the streetlamps along the road gave off a faint orange glow. She frowned. At a time like this, was he really still planning to go to some factory?

Hearing him say that only made Xialuo feel the burden on his shoulders grow heavier. At once, he had Tianguangguang and White Scholar each take ten capable brothers and continue sweeping through the Dragon Gang’s strongholds in Luojiang City. At the same time, they were to inquire into the whereabouts of Lord Xu: alive, he must be seen in the flesh; dead, his corpse must be found.

His voice was wonderfully pleasant. Ling’s mother studied the boy, who was slowly sitting up as well, with a critical eye. He was strikingly handsome, and every gesture and movement carried an inborn elegance and nobility. In her experienced judgment, he should have been a well-bred young man and ought to have known very well how improper such behavior was.

He forcibly pressed Han Yue, who had tried to flee, against the wall of the pool, pinning both hands at her waist so that she could not move.

But when everyone inside, busy as they were, heard the alarm from some instrument, they exchanged a glance. At that single look, each of them stopped what they were doing and stood by the bed, staring at the patient lying there.

The two of them glared at each other, locked in a standoff. Sesame’s steady gaze was full of stubbornness, while Treasure grew sulky and angry, grumbling inwardly.

What it meant was that when she counted from one to three, they would leap across together. They all nodded, readying themselves to attack, but just as she reached two, there came a deafening boom.

Sure enough, before long a truck came driving over, and Qihang’s call arrived right on time. He told us to stop that truck and hand the phone to him.

But as a high-ranking great wizard in the world of sorcery, how could Zhu Peng possibly fail to build his innate defensive force field? It was only that in most ordinary battles, he simply had no need to activate it.

From Sultan City to the main city of the Flowerpeak Domain, Flowerpeak City, one had to pass through a large town: Rainflower Town.

Above the towering Red Earth Continent, within the sacred land of Maryjoa, the two elders, Black and Earth, still had their eyes tightly shut. The light radiating from their bodies grew ever brighter, and strands of ancient, holy aura were being released from within them, while the other three elders stood guard nearby.

Before the red-haired loli, the particles of starry light and those rising spirit bodies all gathered together, finally condensing into a deck of cards that appeared before her.

This direction had nothing to do with the highway from the film set in the wasteland. The wasteland was not just the single road shown in the movie, but a vast region.

Along the way, Ren He more than once ate chocolate to replenish his strength. He discovered that the higher the altitude, the greater the drain on his stamina. It seemed that the thin air did affect him too, only not as noticeably as it did the others.

The three “card bombardiers” sent all nine cards from the deck into the graveyard in an instant, after which their attack power all rose to 1,900.

Hu Yidao stepped forward again, not caring about his own defense, and struck in a series of heavy blows. Though the opponent was at the celestial tier, he relied on an immortal weapon, and his own offensive power was ordinary. He had nothing like the immortal weapon of attack that Hu Yidao possessed.

The nine-headed ancient dragon grew more terrified the more he listened, feeling only his head spin. Could it be that the poison was about to flare up in full force? In truth, Yang Qi was still pouring dragon blood into him.