22 Apologies

The flying vehicle spiraled and expanded, eventually growing into a massive disc two meters in diameter. Its base was hemispherical, but at the very tip of the semicircle hung a hook shaped like a question mark.

After hearing what Duan Qiu had to say, everyone was stunned. A fifth-stage Heavenly Rank! They had never expected Duan Qiu to be so powerful.

"No need. I have other matters to attend to; you all go ahead," Su Zimo said, declining the offer as he thought of Su Xi'er, that clingy, adorable girl.

"Take cover!" Yuan Xing shouted, rolling his body as a bullet grazed past his shoulder.

This was why the Barbarian King, Liu Yong, was renowned throughout the Nine Provinces. After he became famous, many large mercenary groups, including some of the top ten, had extended olive branches to him, but he had rejected them all. He did not wish to leave his hometown, Wupeng Town.

Many members of the group understood the implication in Xiang Ying's words: she intended to forcibly seize Zhao Lu's shield. Since Zhao Mu, who possessed resurrection magic, happened to be in Changchuan, they could kill Zhao Lu and then resurrect him to obtain the shield.

"Fighting back and forth, he can only use the Overlord Charge. If he keeps fighting like this, he will undoubtedly lose," Bai Xi said smugly.

After circling the area, Duan Qiu left the safe zone. There were no leads here; if he wanted to find the frozen city of Adinarar, he would have to rely on himself.

Su Zimo observed the expressions on their faces clearly. He maintained a neutral demeanor, his facial expressions shifting only in sync with the tones produced by his voice.

Liu Yuemei’s expression had turned extremely grim. With the two of them alone, she confronted him directly: "What is going on with your mother?"

If this were to be treated as a daily activity in the future, the efficiency would likely decrease significantly.

Seeing this message, the survivors of the Eastern Sea were ecstatic, and Song Changqing, behind the screen, was very satisfied.

Just like yesterday, if Wang Hao hadn't handled it that way and had instead done something excessive to those survivors, the outcome would have been different.

Sun Yingwu curled his lip, not having much more to say. He took out the breakthrough pills he had promised them and said, "Everything is here. I’m busy, so pack up and get going!" With that, he retreated into his room and shut the door behind him.

***

At some point, Wanying drifted off to sleep, overcome with exhaustion. Liu Chenyang held her, breathing in the faint, milky scent emanating from her, and closed his eyes, feeling satisfied and at peace.

"Young Master, forgive me," Su Tie said, looking troubled as he hoisted Liu Chenyang onto his shoulders. He hadn't taken many steps before Liu Chenyang’s voice interrupted him.

From today’s various developments, Lin Yifan could already conclude that the Han family must have been the primary conspirators behind the destruction of the Lin family years ago.

Wang Hao clicked through a few items at random, only to find that what the others had put up for trade were things he had no need for.

After ending the battle at Jinsha Dam, Yelu Nanwang did not bother to clear the battlefield and retreated in a panic toward the north. Thus, the battlefield remained as it was during the fighting, with the soldiers of Dasong and the troops of the Northern Court tangled together in death, covered by a thin layer of snow.

I muttered to myself, but since "one must bow their head when under another's roof," I had no choice but to take a deep breath and walk toward the "Dragon Carriage."

Gu Zi’an nodded, a slight smile touching his lips. He checked the time and realized it was almost time for dinner, so he dialed the front desk downstairs. "Thank you for your hard work. Go get something to eat; leave the other matters for later." They had already waited half a year, so there was no rush for this moment.

Had this girl forgotten that she was the one who arrived at Lop Nur Town with the "Madman" Mao first? I had been eating and sleeping in the hotel at the time, not stepping a foot outside, and had only followed Ma Xin and An Huan here afterward.

Rong Xia truly had not expected to receive such an imperial decree. He stood stunned for a moment before performing the ritual to express his gratitude.

Perhaps he was truly exhausted, for he actually fell asleep, and by the time he woke up, it was nearly dark.

As I spoke, I took the items from the soldier’s hands—my original equipment: the triangular military bayonet, the heavenly silk thread, and the silver needle pouch. I started to walk out with Tie Dan, but the surrounding soldiers raised their guns at us. Without An Huan’s orders, they would never let us leave.

As for Si Ruixiao, I would apologize to him properly over a video call later. I don't know how Mo Yitian would deal with him, but the thought alone was terrifying.

Upon this contact, they discovered that Boss An was not nearly as cold and aloof as others had said; he actually seemed quite easygoing.

Lady Meiyu’s expression faltered slightly at these words. Just as she was about to object, Liu Fanli stopped her, lifting his gaze to focus on Chen Baiqi with a gentle, faint smile.

***

Xia Ke, standing to the side, was struggling to hold back his laughter. If the Great God hadn't forbidden it, he really would have liked to step up and say, "This is more than just fate; the secret mastermind of the Qingyan Gang even attended school with you for several years." Of course, he could only think this to himself.

"It's true! I really have that feeling!" the tourist said, still somewhat excited, with a sincerity flowing through his words.

The Ten Kings of Hell looked at one another, yet no one dared to stop him, watching helplessly as he left.

Shortly after passing through, all the able-bodied men of the village had gathered. After a night of anxiety, few dared to go out, but upon hearing the clapper, they had all rushed over.

A low rumbling came from the north, as if someone were beating drums in the distance—countless people beating countless drums, the sound striking at the very hearts of men.

Belen also sensed the thunder-elemental magic gathering in the heavens and earth. He could not help but feel a tremor in his heart, and he could not resist beginning to speculate on the identity of his opponent.

Amos gripped his purple longsword with both hands, the veins bulging in his arms as he suppressed a terrifying power that seemed ready to erupt at any moment. While his arms strained to hold back the energy, a wild grin played across his face. He let out a roar, leaped toward Aoshiudao, and slashed down with his purple blade.

Unlike these people, Wang Lao-si was truly terrified, his heart sinking into an abyss of despair. He couldn't beat them, he couldn't kill them, and if he tried to run... he would meet the same fate as "Hahaha." Did he even have a choice?

The Monk, Glasses, and Wei Yaqin said nothing more upon hearing this, clearly tacitly agreeing with Xun Zi's words. Let them die if they must; they were too exhausted to run anyway.

As the incantation was chanted, the spiritual light on Ignatz’s formation began to condense into a vortex, but this time, everyone clearly felt that something was different.

Toward evening, Niu Liang finished his shift and returned home. In the sweltering heat and with a foul mood, he took off his shirt as soon as he entered the house, grabbed his toiletries, and headed back out. Just as he reached the service desk of Laishun Bathhouse with his bare chest, Liu Dong walked out, also shirtless and wearing only a pair of shorts.