Chapter 17: Zhang Miao

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“Mom, why are you up so early?”

“I made you some little wontons. Weren’t they your favorite before?”

“I'll be staying for a long time this time…”

Zhen Ye watched his busy mother and muttered softly, hurrying forward to help her.

Slurp—

“Eat slower, there’s more in the pot.”

Seeing her son wolfing down the food, Mrs. Zhen quickly spoke up.

“Wontons made by my mom are still the best,” Zhen Ye flattered her, finishing a bowl quickly before getting up to head to the kitchen.

“You old fool, jealous of your own grandson? You really have nothing better to do!” Aunt Yun chided playfully, then turned back to look at Zhou Bingran with a beaming smile.

Xu Zhong nodded, and the two old friends took their seats. Only then did Zhao, the eldest, restrain his smile, his expression turning serious.

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“General Huyan, stand aside for a moment and watch as Guan Sheng steps forth to behead this old scoundrel!” Upon hearing Sun An’s words, Guan Sheng hurriedly spurred his horse forward, brandishing his Green Dragon Crescent Blade to relieve Huyan Zhuo.

“Is this spot comfortable?” The giant python, having adjusted its position, asked Zhang Haotian with a cryptic tone.

Flaming stones streaked across the sky, launching an assault on the city walls from afar. Amidst the clamorous roar, the firestones crashed onto the ramparts, shattering bricks and stones! In some places, flames began to spread.

For the sake of this place, Yao Linger had not attended the banquet at the Duke of England’s residence. Now that things here were under control, she couldn’t help but be curious about how things were going over there.

Lin Yan shouted angrily on the spot, “Kill those Yuan Force magicians immediately!” His voice was urgent and icy, instantly putting the Elder of Light and Shadow on guard.

“Don’t talk nonsense, I’m just really grateful to her…” My face burned as I replied.

Not far from them, the three large, golden characters of Drunken Fragrance Tavern appeared before their eyes—they had finally found a restaurant.

After lunch, my cousin hailed a cab to take her child home. It had been a long time since the three of us had gone out together; it was the perfect chance to stroll around and grab a bite.

“Just kill them all,” Ghost Fang said carelessly, as if it meant nothing to him.

“The Soul-Guiding Branch! What do you want that for?” Old Zhang frowned and asked.

I felt so foolish—why hadn’t I asked the Hand of Wisdom, Ximen Qing, what was really going on?

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As Du Fei spoke, he stepped forward, glanced briefly at the tiles on the table, and his expression shifted slightly. Every movement seemed to be caught by Master Jiu’s keen eyes, confirming his belief that Du Fei was going to lose this round.

Seiya had come only in response to Athena’s signal, but upon arrival, she was nowhere to be seen. His face was dark, an undisguised aura of murderous intent swirling about him. If Qin Chuan dared utter a single piece of bad news about Athena, Seiya would likely strike without hesitation.

Elsewhere, the strange phenomenon in the sky naturally drew the attention of the warriors on the battlefield. Though most were now drained and had little strength left after the prolonged fighting, compared to those who had perished, they were the lucky ones—they had survived.

Something unbelievable and strange occurred. With a sudden shout, Wang Bing took a deep breath, the veins bulging on his hands as he gripped the strongman’s belt. At that moment, the strongman felt a sudden, inexplicable tension in his heart.

Zhang Nan sighed and braced himself—these guys were as troublesome as expected. If Bald Qiang were to leave now, he certainly wouldn’t try to stop him. But with men like that, once encountered, it was a fight to the death. If this went on, he really might be in danger.

“Heh! Monchi, there’s no need to keep such distance from me, is there?” As he raced forward, Qiao Feng deliberately drew closer to Monchi, speaking with a faint, mocking smile.

With a sudden "buzz," his expression twisted with ferocity as his body abruptly shot up, his long black fingernails growing incomparably sharp.