Volume 1, Chapter 58: You Should Study the Art of Vertical and Horizontal Diplomacy

"Your Majesty, that is Nair Bu Hua."

Feng Sheng pointed downward and said, "The cavalry commander is Nair Bu Hua, none other than Wang Baobao's undefeated general."

Lin Chu had barely been seated for five or six minutes when hurried footsteps suddenly echoed through the office.

Lidong couldn't be bothered to deal with Xinghua anymore, leaving Mother Liu to lock horns with her. According to Lidong's own wishes, she would have sent the mother and child straight back to Li Village. Yet, the second sister refused to let them leave just like that, insisting on waiting for Brother Wei to come over and explain why the two of them had been driven out.

When Yun Jing said this, his gaze was fixed on Jun Li's eyes. But as they stared, I inexplicably had the feeling that Yun Jing was losing his confidence. The two locked eyes for several seconds, until Jun Li narrowed his gaze and smiled.

Thinking that Gao Zijian could still manage a smile after enduring such abuse, my mood wasn't entirely ruined. I ordered a bowl of shredded chicken noodles, handed over my last ten-yuan bill, and headed toward the hospital.

Could it be that Yun Jing was implying that because there was a traitor among us, someone had tampered with me inside the human-faced spider's temple without anyone noticing?

However, Princess Yezi's acupoints had been sealed for less than twenty minutes, which wouldn't cause any severe damage to them. Even if released, it wouldn't be overly painful; Yang Yesheng was merely giving her a mental heads-up.

Seeing Jun Li looking so calm made me let out a slight sigh of relief. But right at that moment, a loud splash suddenly erupted from the waters ahead of us, and a massive wave of seawater poured directly over my head, blinding my vision.

Wait, why did Gao Zijian's words hint at a sense of... cutting ties with his parents?

It was barely the eleventh minute now, and an economic lead of this scale could be considered a massive advantage. Especially since the blue team was running a poke composition, securing such a huge lead in the early game was absolute disaster for the opponents.

Wang Tenda hadn't spent much time in contact with Ye Fei—truly not much—yet there was one thing that left a deep impression on him.

Ding Si slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Aigo, I almost forgot!" He trotted into the inner room in two hurried strides and emerged a moment later holding a square red cloth parcel.

Originally, I thought it was the hatred in my heart that wouldn't let me find peace, but even after I mastered my skills and used every means possible to finally take my revenge, it still failed to change any reality.

Yuan Shoucheng remained unconscious for a full day and night before waking up, only to find Huo Bao wearing the Taiyi Immortal Robe, standing before the Gate of National Destiny and practicing palm techniques with fiery enthusiasm, sweat flying everywhere. His temples instantly began to throb with pain, and with a remorseful sigh, he flicked his sleeves and walked out the door.

However, a famous maxim puts it best: when you have eliminated all possibilities, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yun frowned slightly and turned around to look, only to see Ning Xin staring at him in a daze, her eye rims red.

Zheng Yi widened his eyes in terror, his expression describable only as exaggerated, and shouted, "Not the face!" Despite saying that, Zheng Yi's hands were hardly idle; his index and middle fingers crossed, thrusting like a pressure-point strike toward the armpit of one of the men.

The one who caught Guo Chuanzong's palm strike was a sturdy monk dressed as a Shaolin martial monk. To his left stood a Daoist priest carrying a longsword on his back, his single hand forming a Daoist incantation seal. His grey-white hair and beard fluttered in the breeze, giving him the appearance of a truly otherworldly immortal.

"Hey, with a figure as great as Sister Mei's, taking a peek doesn't cost anything!" Ye Long grinned and said.

At this moment, he even wondered if it would be better to just pass out directly, but the pain kept stinging his nerves, leaving his consciousness razor-sharp.