Chapter 87: Cowardice!

Chen Fan bought some daily necessities at the supermarket downstairs, steadied his emotions, and returned to the hospital room.

When he opened the door, he found that Lu Ming had already fallen asleep.

A pang of sorrow pierced his heart.

And to his surprise, besides Lu Shanshan, there was another person in the room.

Someone he even knew.

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Set against the particularly sensitive timing of the second half of 1999, it was only natural that Zhao Yi could not help but think too much.

The expressions of shock on those faces during the meeting had already proved it sufficiently. In Li Yu’s eyes, there was no doubt they were genuine, not the slightest bit feigned.

The Emperor of Shang guessed it right away. This had to be the work of Ye Xueying. Had any person from Wu State been the one to face them, none of them would have been spared.

Seeing this, Ye Feng’s mouth fell open. The hand seals struck out by the Emperor were exactly the same as the ones he had just used.

“Manager Kizawa was already suspended by the company yesterday, but if you go to the home appliance department like this, I’m afraid you still won’t get anywhere. Why not give up this job and find another?” Kudo Chuan said casually.

Xia Ling had to make Tang Jiyao pursue her more. Only then would Tang Jiyao understand what it meant to be precious beyond easy reach.

“No hidden illness? Now that is interesting.” Without any concealed ailment, accidental death could be ruled out, which in turn proved from another angle that this imperial palace was indeed not of one mind.

Ye Xueying also taught the two maids the techniques of throwing needles and flying daggers, telling them to practice whenever they had time so they would have one more means of self-preservation. She gave each of them a box of fine needles and twenty flying daggers.

Beside her, Su Zhen kept swinging her sword, stabbing at times and slashing at others, each strike leaving another gaping wound on the crocodile.

When Wang Xi saw Li Pingan strip down to only his underwear, her pretty face instantly flushed scarlet with embarrassment. She was just about to chide him coquettishly, but when she heard his words, her whole body trembled, leaving her no room to care about anything else.

“Big brother, don’t go down. There’s only that one ice hole—your brother has already gone to save them! Just wait and pull the father and son up afterward.”

Third Aunt gradually regained her composure, flustered but not panicked. She knew that in the pitch-black darkness the pit was not large, and there was only that one ice hole; if too many people went down, it might do more harm than good.

The cracks on the alien’s chest opened wide. Several thick tentacles extended out, revealing the tongue in the center bristling with sharp teeth. With a powerful leap, it lunged straight toward Bi Fang, who was flying in midair, its tongue coiling inward as it sprang.

Beneath the soft glow of the lamp, the aged face slowly stirred awake, while those weathered eyes searched restlessly for a point on which to settle.

First, on the last day of the transfer window, he loaned Origi to Wolfsburg. Klopp had only considered that Origi still needed to develop and could not be used for the moment, so he simply sent him out on loan, completely overlooking the fact that Origi came with his own lucky charm.

With everyone’s help, Zhuo Yang freed himself from the net’s restraints, stood up, and patted Alaba on the backside.

The old Blood Roc King’s expression darkened, but then he gave a long cry nonetheless. His demonic aura surged to swallow the heavens as he transformed into a roc and soared upward for ninety thousand miles, shooting straight into the sky in a cataclysmic display.

“All right...” Carmel waved one hand and summoned a cluster of white magical light for communication, beginning to issue orders.

The knight captain, together with five knights, unleashed a barrage of holy-light hammer strikes, each blow shaking the city walls with thunderous force. More than a hundred bat-devilmen were instantly reduced to flesh and blood, becoming their experience.

When those people awoke from the illusion, the half of their faces starting from the right eye were covered in strange dark red flame-like patterns, and the pupils of their right eyes had turned into dark red flame emblems.

The man at the door was tall and broad-shouldered; he was precisely the representative of the Etram warriors from earlier. He walked slowly to the desk with heavy, powerful steps. The two men looked at each other across the desk and the dense cloud of smoke.

Still, it was nothing worth mentioning. Compared with the embarrassed flight of last time, this time was far, far better.