Chapter Ninety-Five: Little Tun Village

“Do you know him?” I asked Chang Yu.

Chang Yu’s handsome face was full of confusion. After a moment of dazed thought, he explained that he seemed to have seen him a few years ago, and that just now he ought to have come to the front of the apothecary, but had not found him.

My heart lurched.

I had always thought I was mistaken when I saw Tong Tianwang at the entrance of the apothecary, but Chang Yu had also been searching for someone there at that very moment, which proved that he had seen him too...

My own brother and sister were not yet at the point where he would swear it, but among the Cui family, no one had a black mark for keeping secrets.

Yun Mengxi also took out her phone and went onto the school forum, where she saw the freshly posted hot topic: the campus beauty vote.

She first stood there quietly for a while... Yang Xun knew the homeroom teacher was observing the students... then she suddenly made a “come with me” gesture toward Yang Xun and left the classroom.

He had not the slightest fear of what would happen after the patient took the medicine. Even if the poison worsened, he was not afraid; he only feared the patient would not be half dead and half alive, in which case he could not be bothered to treat them.

At those words, Jun Moqing halted his movements and stared at her, the softness in his eyes turning dark.

Since this rumor had spread, and since no officials had come forward to forbid it, it at least showed that the Marchioness of Dinan and her child were indeed unharmed.

Following Qian Jinfei, Yang Xun was openly defying the current. Zhang Hongji grew more and more uneasy, so in this situation he had no choice but to remain silent and make no statement at all.

It was almost laughable. He and his older brother had already been in this business for so many years, and when others had spent that long in it, they would already have risen to great heights.

Flower-Heavy Plains was vast, the pastureland of the northern realm of Wu. It had been given such a name because in spring the whole region burst into bloom, a magnificent and astonishing sight.

Before long, the meal was finished. The cartoon was not over yet, but Cheng Xiong walked over to the television and immediately pressed the main power button. The screen flashed once and vanished into darkness.

A sudden cry rang out beside Li Feng. He turned around and saw Tang Ying pointing at Sikong with one hand and covering her mouth with the other, her eyes wide open as though she had seen something utterly unbelievable.

On hearing this, Sepei lowered his head in shame and shook it. “No! You don’t need to apologize to me. You’ve already done exceptionally well. Compared with you, I...” Sepei trailed off and fell silent, his head lowering further. It was obvious he still had not shaken off the shadow of being killed in a single blow.

As for the two additional portions of gold, silver, and jewels distributed to the families of the fallen soldiers, that was what truly moved the army. In the eyes of those simplehearted men, Bai Feng had not slighted even his comrades who died in battle—how could he ever slight the warriors who still lived?

“Do not blame others. Blame yourself for failing to seize the chance!” Princess Ningxi gave a cold laugh.

As for Cheng Guanglin and the others, they accepted the arrangements made by Fairy Mu Yu, or rather, they accepted the will of heaven. With heaven’s malice toward her, as long as they were on the same continent as her, they would be able to seize her opportunities first.

“That old bastard from the Warring States is already unable to hold back the Celestial Dragons, and yet he still wants to stop Ian from joining the Seven Warlords!” Donquixote Doflamingo said to Trebol, lifting the letter in his hand.

And so the warship carrying Aokiji and the others merged into the fleet of the NEO New Marine, setting out on the road to find the Revolutionary Army. Although they did not know where the Revolutionary Army’s headquarters in Baltigo was, nor did they have any way of contacting Dragon, their instincts told them that they would surely find it.

If there was any occasion most likely to arouse envy and resentment, it was undoubtedly the New Year’s Day court audience. At that time, the Empress Dowager had indeed gone to great lengths to set a trap for her.

Earlier, they had all been listening as the Western Xian Princess used words to needle the Princess of the Mu Residence, and now at last someone had helped them get even.

What was even more horrifying was that the flesh on her back had split open, leaving a deep lash mark down the middle, yet not a single drop of blood had come out.