28 Little Card
Xiao Xiao and his companion exchanged a silent, exasperated look. Hadn't they agreed not to alert the enemy?
Reaching the aunt's house was no longer an option, so Mother had to find a secluded spot to hide. She would just have to endure the night and make plans tomorrow. Having grown up in the mountains, she was no stranger to hardship, but the constant, throbbing pain from the wound on her leg sent sharp jolts through every nerve in her body.
Xiao Ziqing was far more concerned for Mo Xuan's safety than she was about killing Jiang Zhenghao. She had no intention of engaging him—she was no match for him anyway—and instead hurried to Mo Xuan's side, desperate to check his injuries.
"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Mr. Aviliana," Isabel said with a gentle smile.
Long Lengrui looked at the silent butler, his lips pursed. Not knowing what else to say, he waved a hand, signaling the butler to return to his duties.
"Boatswain, we have arrived in the offshore waters of Tortuga Island," the sailor on watch in the mainmast crow's nest called down excitedly to Brady, the boatswain on the open deck.
"And do not lie to this Emperor again, or you shall end up like this stone," the Feather Emperor said, pointing to a large boulder nearby. A bolt of lightning shot from his hand, striking the stone and shattering it into pieces.
"Yes, Captain," Isabel agreed, thinking to herself that this Spanish plantation owner would surely invite the captain and the rest of the crew to the island’s estate for lunch.
With a dull thud, the pimp fell backward, but he was agile; in an instant, he had flipped back up and charged again with his dagger drawn.
Afterward, having witnessed the entire process—the Ancestral Emperor and his hundreds of royal guards being gunned down by the enemy, only to be miraculously saved and spirited away by a gold-crowned, black-tailed frog.
She grew increasingly worried about Meng Ling’s safety. However, the palace was vast, and she was unfamiliar with its layout, making the task of finding Meng Ling in such a short time seem truly impossible.
In the end, Lin Feng chose not to go to Zhang Dong’s office and instead found a spot elsewhere to busy himself with his own affairs. Seeing this, Zhang Dong felt quite embarrassed and immediately instructed the logistics department to begin preparing and renovating the offices for the newly appointed department heads.
***
Captain Guan stared at Old Lu, who was bleeding from the forehead, in a daze. How had Old Lu, whom he had knocked unconscious, managed to arrive at the Japanese military headquarters before him?
"Report, Commander! Staff Officer Fang from the brigade headquarters is here to convey urgent orders from the main headquarters and the division. He is waiting for you at the regiment office," the courier reported, standing at attention.
"Sigh! You’ve said nothing at all, haven't you? Battalion Commander Han, you spoke with such conviction just a moment ago—do you actually have any basis for this?" the Chief of Staff demanded.
"Alright, I won't say anything more. Looking at how anxious you all are, I’m sure you’re cursing me under your breath anyway. Do a roll call; if no one is missing, we move out," Lin Feng said to the students.
"Huh? What kind of new tactic is this from the Japanese? I’ve never seen anything like it before. Deputy Commander Han, do you understand it?" the Chief of Staff asked, perplexed.
In this immortal sect examination, the two top geniuses faced off, engaging in a fierce battle before the crowd.
He stood up without a word, but just as he was about to leave, he noticed the curtains of the adjacent office being drawn open.
"Fine, just call me Tang Fan." Tang Fan felt there was no need to add the "Brother" prefix; after all, agreeing to help her didn't mean they were friends.
Gong Ping kept her legs clamped tightly together. She had made up her mind to protect herself; she would rather die than suffer an intrusion, and she would rather die than let her pants be removed.
At this thought, Jun Yan gritted his teeth. A beast-like roar resonated within him as flaming crimson spiritual light ignited along his arms.
With Gu Chen, Xia Shiguang could feel his favoritism toward her. Yet, this kind of love never truly gave her a taste of sweetness.
As he ventured deeper, Jun Yan’s stamina gradually began to recover. Only his spiritual energy remained depleted, though it was only a matter of time before that, too, was fully restored.
***
After all, the state of Wu no longer existed, and with Sun Quan dead, there was no meaning left in serving it, unless one was simply unable to let go.
What connection could there possibly be between the very real Wang Ji and the mysterious, wandering Liu Chengfeng, whose whereabouts were always unknown?
"Ah Fu, you are so attached to this inn. Why don't you just stay?" Li Mo’s eyes darted as he considered the idea of keeping Zhao Afu behind. He truly couldn't bear the thought of being the villain who forced him to leave his home.
With a flash of light, the scarf in Hua Jiu’s hand vanished, and Feng Xie transformed back into a black cat, darting toward the roof like a gust of wind.
Luo Min wore a simple, plain-colored dress paired with sandals, but the sight left Xu Renguang stunned. She was breathtaking—no less beautiful than Wang Yuehan, yet appearing more mature and alluring. The combination with her pure-looking dress was devastatingly effective.
The Fourth Concubine was in such pain she could no longer speak, only gasping for air. Before long, a large pool of blood appeared on the floor.
"It’s a pity that the Fourth Prince’s expression seemed quite unpleasant at the time; I suppose he didn't fancy her!" the nun laughed, her voice sharp and pinched.
Once Mother Cui had left, she slowly reached out to take Red Rain’s hand, then leaned in to whisper a few words into her ear. Red Rain’s expression tightened, and she quietly slipped away.
If not for the knowledge that news of Ye'er’s "death" would eventually reach him, she believed Xi Wei would likely have chosen to keep the truth from him.