Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Cozy, Romantic Three Days and Two Nights

So why did you decide to join a reality show where you have to face the cameras twenty-four hours a day? Seeing Han Tiandong begin to open up, Fang Zhiyin asked.

She had thought the question might be a bit much, even a little presumptuous, but Han Tiandong did not seem offended. Instead, he gave a faint smile.

It was only a brief smile, and his expression returned to normal in an instant, yet the tension that had clung to him seemed to ease a little. “Because my girlfriend and I are always being talked about by a lot of netizens. A lot of strangers think we are too aloof, too detached from ordinary life, and all that. So the director of this program came to find us and asked whether we wanted to show one side of our daily lives to the public, to let strangers see what we are really like in private.”

“Oh? Actually—”

Yang Lefan refused to believe it. With a carefree smile, he said, “In a while, you won’t even be able to crawl out. Who knows who it will be.” As he spoke, he had already sat down, lifted his glass, and drained it in one gulp, not even glancing at Wu Yi, as though looking at him would dirty his eyes.

“No problem.” Bradleyk nodded toward the other man, indicating confidence in the arrangement, then cast a meaningful look toward the windows of the White Tower.

Clap, clap, clap! Huh? There was applause? The man stiffened and turned back, not wanting anyone to see his awkward, half-baked, foolish young-man side.

Yang Lefan yawned and waved a hand. “Whether you are convinced or not is none of my concern, but do not come bothering me while I am sleeping again. I hate nothing more than being disturbed when I am asleep.” With that, he lay back down and went to sleep again.

These two things are fundamentally different. Only at this level can one truly be called the Golden Left Hand, and only then can one truly reach the realm of killing with bare hands.

After receiving the order, Yizhid de, who was directing the battle, felt as if granted a pardon. He hurriedly ordered the withdrawal of the troops. The allied army of Goryeo surged forward like a tide, then retreated like a tide, leaving behind only several thousand corpses before the Sui army camp.

“No matter what, after so many years of effort, master must not let private matters affect the overall situation.” Zhao Yang reminded him; only Zhao Yang dared to remind him. If not for Zhao Yang by his side, there were times when Guo Feiyu might have acted on impulse and ruined everything.

My father named me Sima Yi, wishing me a lifetime of peace and ease, yet I have lived an entirely opposite life.

It turned out Arthur had a friend who had once been a reconnaissance soldier in the army and was exceptionally capable. After leaving the service, he had worked for a time as the private bodyguard of a London financial magnate. He had now resigned and was idle at home, just the right person to come and protect Zhihan and Dudu.

“Take it down—what for?” Accountant Guo was highly anxious. A million in cash was sitting right there on the street; what if it attracted robbers?

Deep in Wang Hui’s heart, countless thoughts flashed and flickered. Though he did not understand why, he did understand how terrifying lightning could be. A single bolt could easily carry tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands or millions of volts; if it struck a human body like that, death would be instantaneous.

Uh, the word “messing around” did not seem quite appropriate, did it? Ye Fusheng’s face darkened. Then he said, “It is like this, actually. That blond-haired guy is not a bad person by nature; he was just drunk that day. After you left, we took him to sober up, and only after he came to his senses did he realize the enormity of what he had done.”

At that moment, from within the secret chamber, a sudden cry of praise rang out. The six people present were all shocked, and the five great emperors in particular showed expressions of terror.

It sounded like a watermelon being smashed. Zhang the Eunuch’s head was seen to be crushed into fragments by Zhao Gao’s hand. It should have been a spray of blood and flesh, but the instant it flew apart, that blood and flesh transformed directly into stone.

“Perhaps he is not from here. Have we not still got another dance hall to investigate? Maybe the murderer is there,” Yan Liyou said, somewhat discouraged.

“With a single thought, I can condense countless bodies; I cannot be destroyed at all. Oppose me, and you all must die!” The Dark Abyss Demon Lord roared in icy fury. Dozens of bodies swayed, surrounding the three of them as death qi erupted violently and began to corrode their bodies.

Green Glow’s lips trembled. She could not speak. The words “thank you” were held in her heart, but in the end she never uttered them.