Chapter 144: Besieging the Blood Marquis Mansion

There were still a few days left before the joint siege of the Blood Marquis with the Danqing Team. Shen Xin planned to wipe out Brother Bao's stronghold in one fell swoop. Leaving the Danqing Team, he immediately teleported away and headed toward Brother Bao's den. In truth, the stronghold was quite easy to find; because he had Brother Bao's cell phone, he had made a phone call earlier and easily pinpointed the location using a little trick. She remembered distinctly that they were going to travel through City C in Province H. In a renowned cinematic city like City C, shooting television dramas was an everyday occurrence.

Until the imperial banquet came to an end, Daiyu finally went to take her leave of the Empress. The Fifth Prince happened to walk over, and upon catching sight of Daiyu, he cried out crisply, "Senior Sister!"

As soon as Wu Nuandong spoke, she naturally stood out among the tall and sturdy men of the Wu family. Only after seeing her appearance did everyone suddenly understand.

During this period, Bajie inevitably tried to slack off and stall for time. After Wukong twisted his ears a few times and kicked his backside, he finally behaved and transformed back into the appearance of a lump of gold.

Needless to say, as for Yuyun Township, with the Fifth's gossipy living signboards around, there was nobody who would dare disobey their orders.

"Forget it, saying anything now is too late. The most urgent task right now is to find people. By the way, call Steward Zhu as well, all of you go," Huang Dafeng said with extreme displeasure.

"Sigh, old Zhang, stop dwelling only on that. Didn't you also grab a hydrangea ball? Why don't you tell us what you ate inside? Was it as delicious as stinking tofu?" someone asked.

"Hehe, besides the benefactor, who else in this world-destroying realm has a full head of silver hair?" the robed monk said with absolute certainty.

As for Xinghua, she was merely an outsider. Whoever could offer the most money in the future, she would just be married off to them; he had never given any thought to other possibilities.

However, to mobilize half of Yeling's military force just to find a nephew—was this because Qin Anjin's status in Emperor Yuan's eyes was exceedingly crucial, or did Emperor Yuan intend to make Qin Anjin the target of public criticism?

Yet, it was only until now that I learned the rather famous Bestla luggage specialty store in City H actually belonged to the Lu family.

"Lin Chengye, you are truly becoming more and more shameless!" How could Lin Ziyao fail to hear the underlying threat in his words?

If the opponent's strength was indeed limited, Ian could consider launching a rescue mission, but if the opponent's power was too formidable, he would have no choice but to retreat.

Everyone knew they could not remain passive like this; continuing down this path would undoubtedly only make the kidnappers even more aggressive.

Looking at his father's gratified expression, a swell of joy welled up inside Tsunetaki Natsumi's heart.

As if to echo Gu Xixi's words, Chen Jiran pulled off his coat with one hand and draped it over Gu Xixi's shoulders.

I dug out another sticky note, specifying that if he still had any objections, he could add a few more conditions at his discretion—as long as it didn't force me to bear children, I was willing to cooperate as much as possible. Then, I took both the agreement and the note together into the secondary bedroom.

By now, the Qin family was tied to Chen Fan for better or for worse, sharing a single fate of glory or ruin. Unless it was absolutely necessary, Qin Hongyuan had no wish to provoke the Chu family, the overlord of Jiangzhou.

However, the weapons Ian carried were insufficient to arm hundreds of clerics, and most of them failed to receive a weapon and hid in the center.

Tang Zhan's half-closed eyes snapped wide open, a sharp glint flickering within them. Opening his mouth, he expelled a stream of blood from his throat, which splattered onto the ground.

Those who recognized the technique began discussing it with those beside them, all wearing solemn expressions, clearly deeply aware of the terrifying power of the "Piercing Fragment Strike."

"Take a look for yourselves..." Han Dao said nothing more, his consciousness shifting as an enlarged image of a praying mantis materialized in the void.

Within just a few breaths, he observed several different variations of circumstances unfolding in that region, each imparting an ineffable and mysterious sensation. At that moment, he became completely certain that his eyes were not playing tricks on him, but rather that that area was indeed peculiar.