Chapter 13132 — Promising to Be His Vassal Squad

Wei Zhao did not bother to hide it either. "He wants an alliance with me."

"An alliance? You and the Dragon Slayers?"

Zhao Tianfang was dumbstruck for a long moment, then fixed Wei Zhao with a strange look. "Even if you want to put some gold on your own face, there's a limit to how you go about it, isn't there?"

"The Dragon Slayers, seeking an alliance with you lot? On what grounds?"

"Let me put it bluntly—even with the strength of all four of our squads combined, none of us alone can stand on equal footing with the Dragon Slayers. How much have you had to drink to get like this..."

A quarter of an hour later, the joining ceremony concluded without a hitch. Then, under Wei Yijing's introduction, Zhou Tianhe was made known to everyone present.

...leaving only Liu Bo in the living room, seated on the sofa, where he lit a cigarette and drew deeply on it.

"Shadow, hold off on that for now—this Seven Killings business has a bombshell to drop on us," Ouyang Jue cut in mercilessly, just as I was focusing all my attention on what promised to be a fine martial contest.

After she left, Zhang Qining slowly opened his deep-set eyes, his drowsiness gradually fading, and propped his head on his arm in a languid pose.

Beside him, Mu Yi also glanced at Lü Yue with a somewhat grave expression, never imagining that this youth who did not look especially strong had already set half a foot into the Mortal Realm.

...way, otherwise even if the Sky Eagle were the soul of the Emperor of the Three Realms, so long as he lacked the Emperor's true body, there would still be no way for him to sense its existence.

"Brother, I've already reached Hualan City, and everything is fine with me," Shinji said coldly.

The two Green Camp commanders each nursed their own calculations, one airing grievances and the other echoing them; one fretted over his prospects, the other brooded over his brother.

Xu Xiancheng said nothing—how could she? The moment she spoke, her mother would likely faint dead away, so bitterly did she dislike Zhaoyu. As her mother pressed her with questions, she shot Wen Yukou a quick wink, drawing everyone's eyes toward Wen Yukou as well.

She went about all day with her hair loose and unkempt, accosting anyone she met and begging them to help her "have an audience with the Emperor," until General Wen grew so fed up that he simply took to sleeping in separate chambers. And Wen Yulan, seeing her mother so utterly bereft, beyond all comfort, came to hate Wen Yukou with a venomous loathing.

He did not understand the sorrow in my heart. But in my world, beyond sorrow there was only more sorrow still, and nothing but countless, numberless fears.

Every one of those watching the scene held their breath, their eyes fixed on Chen Xiaoran's receding back.

At this point Hong Jing revealed a faint curve of a smile, his gaze fixed on the wine cup in his hand, watching the crimson liquid within; his smile was strangely sinister.

He did not want this either—he too wished to cherish his reputation! Huanmiao knew that the moment these words left his mouth, his name would surely be dragged through the mud. But only while one lives does anything hold meaning! If one is dead, what use is fame that endures ten thousand generations?

Now that everything was settled, Chen Xiaoran had only to wait for dawn tomorrow, and he could board a plane back to Xingchen City.

"What?" Wushuang, in the middle of pouring tea, heard what Feng Yufei said and fumbled the cup, which smashed with a crisp clatter.

She even feared that Dianfeng would be disgusted at the sight of her, and so she hardly dared show herself before him, avoiding him whenever she could. She feared that once Dianfeng turned his back on her, her sisters would regard her with contempt as well, and then she would not even be able to remain in the Dian estate.

I sprayed a little perfume in the car—enough that the scent would cling to me without seeming too heavy. Driving Shen Linfeng's car, and with a bit of skill, I soon arrived at the place An Gaolei had told me to go. I had not expected it to look so respectable.

Duan Renhuang now paid no heed to anything beyond his own door; he had sunk wholeheartedly into his cultivation. This sensation of advancing in cultivation in a straight upward line was enough to make one lose oneself in it beyond all hope of extrication.

Shen Linfeng was terribly amusing when he talked, his nose all stuffed up, lying on his side asleep and pinning one of my arms, his body pressing back against me again and again as he freed one hand to lace his fingers through mine—I could not tell whether he was comfortable like that or not.

"You can't blame me for this—it was someone else who tempted me," Shang Jingtian said, then, with great solemnity, ran his gaze up and down Bai Yu's body.