Volume 1, Chapter 65: My Lord Is Truly Petty

After dinner, Tantai Jianan went to the study first. Liu Wuyi finished her meal, leisurely took a sip of soup, and then got up to head toward the study.

Pushing open the door and stepping inside, she saw Tantai Jianan deeply engrossed in a book in his hands, not even glancing up.

To Liang Hao's surprise, the Heaven-Mending Fairy Bud—though an extreme concentration of essence possessing heaven-defying properties—was actually rather mediocre when it came to replenishing energy or healing wounds.

Yunyun and Xinxin also stepped forward, each hugging one of their aunt-father's arms, and simultaneously declared that they never wanted to grow up.

At this moment, after a round of fierce charges led by Zhang Xing and Long Teng, the morale of the Sky Fox Camp soared, and they once again fought the men in black to a standstill.

Yue Yi suddenly stopped the children, drew all six of them close to his side, and gave them a series of soft, earnest instructions.

Upon hearing Long Teng mention the Blood Asura, Hong Fang's expression involuntarily flickered with shock. The next moment, a blood-red battle blade materialized in Long Teng's hand. Feeling the suffocating aura of slaughter emanating from the Blood Asura, Hong Fang froze, the corners of his mouth twitching into an unnatural smile.

"Since I agreed to take one move from you, this is a fair duel. If I fail to block it and get knocked out of the match, I certainly won't blame anyone!" Liu Yi shook his head and laughed.

"Do my sisters have any ideas?" Lin Yuoran asked, and Yuhe was the first to state her stance.

Although the remark was made in jest, Luo Nan did not take it purely as a joke. It seemed that Tian Jingmei's affection for him was still far from enough; she merely regarded him as an ordinary friend. To put it nicely, a friend; to put it bluntly, a backup option.

The rope finally snapped under the unbearable strain, and my body instantly flew backward like a kite with a broken string. At the critical moment, I flailed my arms and managed to grip a cylindrical protrusion on the spacecraft with a death-grip. The white spider scuttled away from the hatch in a frenzy, charging toward me. I wanted to cry, cursing Ah Nan inwardly for making me do such a dangerous task.

"Hello, if I may be so bold as to ask—does that mean you have also engaged in charity through other channels?" The reporter asking this question lacked confidence. After all, he knew very well that his own newspaper had previously published articles accusing Yi Shuihan of refusing to donate.

Even while fast asleep, alongside a few drops of drool at the corner of his mouth, he still managed to wear a look of cunning amusement.

Qin Yan let out a cold snort and grasped into the empty air, summoning a sharp sword into his palm. It was a weapon given to him by his uncle, Su Tiannan, and he had used it all the way up to the present day.

For this matter, they had to thank classmate Beast. While it was certain that Ma Jiaohong's subordinates definitely included people embezzling her money—which was unavoidable—Tang Jun trusted that under Beast's command, such a thing would absolutely never happen.

Only after waiting until both the Emperor and Chu Tianzhao had finally rested did she manage to find a small window of opportunity to lie down and sleep. In a hazy half-slumber, she knew not how much time had passed, when she heard a commotion outside. Feier instinctively tightened up inside, immediately sitting bolt upright with her grip locked firmly onto the dagger in her hand, fearing that the imperial guards might have already searched their way here.

Upon hearing this, Chu Qiang sprang up from her chair in a panic, rushed to the dragon bed to grasp the Emperor's hand, and dropped to her knees, weeping, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has fallen ill and Qiang'er found out too late. Qiang'er deserves a thousand deaths, Wuwuwu..." As she spoke, she actually burst into genuine tears.

"Did I used to love gambling that much?" Jia Qianqian lingered outside the gambling house, utterly reluctant to leave as she turned her head back time and time again.

Just then, a chess piece that Feng Yichen had only just picked up slipped carelessly back into the box, emitting a crisp, sharp sound that made the atmosphere feel even more tranquil.

The Demon Emperor felt utterly helpless. He had originally hoped to rely on the strength of the two of them along with the five Sword Kings behind them to shock Qin Yan and the Heaven-Swallowing Beast out of that peculiar state, so that they could join forces and defeat the monstrous beast.