153 Your Brother Dotes on You
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The director continued giving instructions. “Be sharp when the time comes. That’s our sponsor, after all.”
Qu Wan returned to the hotel, took a shower, and changed clothes.
It was still a little chilly at the end of March. After several days of rain, cold air had moved in, and the temperature had dropped considerably.
Qu Wan pulled on a gray hoodie and tied her hair into a bun.
When she went downstairs, she ran into Yu Shen.
The brother and sister had coincidentally both chosen hoodies, making them look full of youthful energy.
“Do you think they’ll make the two of us drink? Surely they won’t expect us to toast everyone too?” Qu Wan asked irritably.
“It’s fine. I’ll drink for you.”
“Forget it. You’re not taking all of it for me. We’ll share the burden when the time comes.”
The two who had been laughing and chatting only moments before suddenly fell silent. Xu Teng hugged the plate of rabbit meat and buried his head in it, eating voraciously without the slightest trace of grace. Zheng Bin, the Clear Current of Turbid Waters, meanwhile, took sip after sip of the fragrant brew Qiu’er had prepared.
“Damn.”
Mo Xi stared in shock. It had to be Peng Yu—the familiar white hair, that thin hand resembling a chicken claw. How could he possibly have mistaken him?
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One thing, however, was certain: compared with the volatile Lou Shenghao, Ji Caidao was far more willing to grow close to Cheng Yinnie. She could even make requests of him without the slightest reservation, or bare her heart to him.
“Brother Long, we’re ready.”
After everything had settled down, the fully armed White Wolf and Wildcat came before him.
Judging solely by the embroidery, it was not difficult to tell that this outfit was plainly inferior to the previous two.
“Wan Tianci, didn’t you say he broke through the seal by drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?” one of the Yanhuang Sword Sect’s core disciples demanded angrily.
The two men in black at the front each fired twice into the air. When they stood silently beside Cecil, their bloodlusting gazes fixed tightly on the police, the others finally realized that they were all on the same side. Each of the men in black held a pistol and fearlessly faced off against the police.
Seeing that everyone remained silent and the atmosphere had grown tense, the Masked Ghost could not be bothered to concern himself with it. He simply began distributing the antidote.
After listening to the head teacher’s lecture, Mo Xi stopped worrying about the surveillance cameras and sprinted back to the classroom.
“Seriously, you two must make sure we have nothing to worry about.”
Taking advantage of their confusion, Dragon Thorn decided to send Blue Fox away.
Yueyue suddenly felt as though her heart had turned into a seasoning shop, filled with complicated flavors. What was she supposed to say? Did she hope that Zhou Yiling would reveal this secret, or did she hope that it would never come to light? In truth, she wanted neither possibility to happen.
“I’m here. Don’t worry.”
Liu Nanfeng patted her head, then crouched beside the wheelchair while they waited for the elevator, hoping she would be able to see him.
“If you want to run, then run. I absolutely refuse to become a deserter. That would be a disgrace to me,” Song Yijie muttered.
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These two teams advanced like grim reapers, cutting through countless stages and slaughtering countless heroes before finally fighting their way into the finals.
The Qi-Gathering Way had grown increasingly powerful in recent years. Its Hall Master, Song He, also served as the Elder of Criminal Law, while Chang Qingquan had long been absorbed in researching the Grand Ceremony of Dispersing Qi. Most of the sect’s affairs were therefore entrusted to Song He, allowing him to firmly establish himself as the foremost figure beneath the Sect Master.
“Hmph! That really suits your death-seeking personality.”
Molly gave a cold laugh but did not stop him.
After making their arrangements, Yan Qing returned to his residence to retrieve his flute. Ximen Qing went into town and bought a fine five-string ruan. He also changed into two new outfits at a street stall, disguising himself as a wealthy merchant. Jiao Ting and Tang Long posed as their personal attendants and guards. Together, they took a carriage to the front of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion.
Pinned against the corner of the wall, Gong Moliang leaned sideways and peered out. His S686 struck the foremost enemy with pinpoint accuracy. One shot failed to bring him down, so he fired a second. After the successive blasts, the enemy finally fell in a spray of blood.
At that moment, autumn leaves and snowflakes intertwined before Ling Yun. His swordsmanship, sword intent, sword aura, sword energy, essence, spirit, true essence, vitality, and everything else that belonged to him all merged into the twin swords.
Xue Yi and Zelong, standing behind him, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. If Jun Qing had truly been the strongest champion, they would have been terrified out of their wits.
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