Volume One, Chapter 22: The Stirring Autumn Wind (Part Two)

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“Our users are already accustomed to using micro-payments. As long as it’s not tied to the Korean won, it won’t affect your payment market. The benefits it brings are obvious,” Hang Yu could see the hesitation in the other party’s eyes.

Hao Zhi immediately grew wary, knowing how formidable this man was. He instinctively placed his hand lightly where he could quickly draw his dagger.

“Letting you become part of my Wang Hao’s strength can also be seen as a favor to your Blood Demon Clan,” Wang Hao said as a flame suddenly appeared on his handheld device, fiercely burning a blood-red bead.

“Wahhh…” Several assassins struggled in various ways, suspecting that if this was a trap, then the Nurhaci on the bed must be a fake.

Ding Li took the bead, clenched it in his fist, and peered inside through the gap between his fingers. Despite the broad daylight, nothing seemed to change, so he gave up.

“Maybe he’s also on the Starship and has already been swallowed by Jupiter. By now, probably nothing but ash remains!” Liangzi clapped her hands with schadenfreude.

“Second!” Five or six more soldiers dropped their weapons in terror and slowly retreated.

Everyone else had already ridden them down; if he remained indifferent, that would not be his style.

Just as Zhang Thirty was about to take action against them, something strange happened. The black-clad men holding daggers suddenly all collapsed involuntarily when trying to enter the inn.

The ringing voice in his ear was like the dawn of hope, never so melodious before, and after a while, thankfully, the call was finally answered.

In truth, it wasn’t just about protection. Of course, protection was part of it, but the greatest reason was finally understood by Sword Spirit Xiu Yue.

Meanwhile, Yuan Fang had to return to her village outside the city to report on the assessment to her parents and then took her leave.

Whispers filled the auditorium; Black Wolf felt the same way, his heart skipping a beat in fear—the very thing he feared had come to pass.

After all, compared to past storms, today’s thunderstorm was truly at the maximum level.

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There was no helping it; after all, the second son had a good relationship with Master Lu Dan and often got hold of good things, making this father envious beyond measure.

Thinking of this possibility, Kousun’s heartbeat quickened, nearly leaping out of his throat.

“Mo Yuan!” Gu Fei’s eyes flashed sharply as he responded coolly, once again charging toward the opponent with his celestial weapon.

“I wonder, once I obtain the Three Seas Soul Bells, to what extent will my realm and strength be elevated?” Fan Xiyu mused, lost in illusion.

In the days that followed, Huo Yuhao attended classes diligently. Strangely, Feng Qianchen moved out of the dormitory, reportedly due to Zhou Yi’s strong refusal.

I’ve noticed, this is how I’ve defined the protagonist’s character; there will definitely be conflicts later, moments where arrogance will be humbled. When that time comes, don’t blame me for poor writing—that would be enough for me.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng looked at Bai Zhi, then at a bewildered Xu An, and his burly frame trembled slightly.

Hearing this, Xin Sun’s eyes sparkled with a bright light as he gazed at Xia Shiyue, revealing his deep-seated unwillingness to accept the status quo. He immediately bent down to plead with Xia Shiyue for information.

Suddenly, Xu An and Zhang Dapang’s faces came close, their eyes locked for a moment before they both puckered their lips, barely a centimeter apart.

When Lin Zixi said this, he became anxious; the time left for him was short, and he had to take Ke’er away as soon as possible.

Gu Lanchen suddenly transformed into another persona. He knew very well that everything had changed now. If he wanted to uncover another place’s existence, he had to act against the people beside him.

Xi Shan dared not go out, so he ordered delivery and had it left at the door, only retrieving it after the courier left.

“To all the trainees present, some were directly invited by our program team, while others were recommended.”

Members of Peach Blossom Dock knew about Xi Shan and Zhou Ye’s CP antics and also noticed Meng Ziyi’s noticeably different attitude toward Zhang Han. Hearing this, they all looked at Zhang Han, almost making it obvious.

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With the increase of Chen Jun’s troops, Sui Kingdom’s side saw Yang Su personally lead his army across the river, ordering Liu Ren’en to continue commanding 60,000 troops to defend Hankou, while he himself led 60,000 Sui soldiers to set up a fortified camp on the plain seven or eight kilometers away, confronting the Chen army at Taicheng.

Inside the hall, Shen Shisan saw Hua Hun, who led the troops in a relentless assault, cutting a bloody path as they charged deeper inside.

After a few days of interaction, everyone gradually became familiar, as if old friends sharing everything.

“This is not simply about accepting help! It’s like bargaining with a tiger!” Baili Lan said coldly, staring at Wu Yan with icy eyes.

Upon hearing this, Chu Sitong suddenly felt as if a thunderclap had exploded above her head, almost causing her to fall.

After the Hook Snake spoke, the tail’s sharp hook swung fiercely, directly stabbing toward Meng Dieyi. In Hook Snake’s eyes, young and vigorous youths were the best test subjects. Being with such test subjects made him feel youthful and energetic himself. So, old man, go to hell.

The black-armored man wielded an alloy blade, swinging it so wildly it cast a shadow that darkened the sky, layer upon layer covering the Reincarnation Armor.

Liang Ruoxue’s words carried great weight; the servants dared not dissent, lowering their heads, unable to discern the temperament of this new mistress, and thus remained silent.

Wang Qiang had a bye and could effortlessly enter the top thirteen, but others were not so lucky and had to begin their matches with misery.

That red-clad youth was a young powerhouse of the Gao family, the next successor, Gao Tian, who had previously crossed paths with Wang Qiang.

Shen Nanhe rested her head on Jiang Qiyuan’s arm. Perhaps sensing her familiar scent, she reached out and clung to Jiang Qiyuan’s neck just like that.