Chapter 61: Is Acting as Prince Regent Fun? Do You Treat Great Qin as a Toy?

Fang Yi wanted to reproach him, but the words failed to escape his lips. Realistically, they should have pursued them, as doing so might have unraveled the mystery. Yet Yue Pengfei hesitated purely out of fraternal loyalty, terrified that Fang Yi might get hurt.

The pirates possessed only two large vessels, one of which was instantly obliterated by the Weihai. Terrified, the pirates were well aware of the Dragon-Tiger Army's formidable weaponry. Though they had only heard tales of its terrifying power, witnessing it firsthand today still sent a jolt of shock through them.

Norma was not the only one left dumbfounded. He had expected Fang Yi to put forth a barrage of unreasonable and aggressive demands, but he never anticipated that everything would be handled with such measure and without coercing anyone. The only difficult condition was securing survival space within the remaining European and American regions.

Left to her own devices, Qin Wanyi found herself utterly bored. A young man walked over cheerfully with a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Without a shred of suspicion, Qin Wanyi accepted it with a smile and expressed her gratitude.

Yamashita Motoake offered a faint smile. Was he really going to tell Tano Jiro that the concept of love defied all reason and logic?

Fang Yi had already grown accustomed to surviving amidst crisis; he had almost forgotten that the probability of being attacked within the school grounds was actually quite low.

"You flatter me, you flatter me," Fang Yi responded awkwardly. Being fawned over by someone old enough to be his father gave him a thoroughly bizarre sensation.

Fang Yiyi gnashed her teeth, her expression fierce. If her sole weakness was Gu Jiangzhou, then Gu Qingcheng's weakness was none other than Qin Wanyi.

The Empress finally uttered something resembling human empathy, and Situ Yongling almost wanted to cast a look of gratitude in her direction. But upon catching the cold sneer at the corner of the Empress's lips, her heart instantly plummeted. Yongling knew that death was likely not far off today! Yet she had no idea what manner of death awaited her.

At that moment, even Su Lingge herself had no idea what had come over her. She could not comprehend what she was thinking, nor could she understand what she was doing. Wrapping her hands around the man's neck, she nestled into his embrace, as languid as a lazy cat.

The Maiden Shui whom he spoke of, by contrast, had suffered defeat after defeat, falling far short of the young man standing before her.

Jiang Yixiao stirred slightly as the man's scent washed over her—a sensation both intimately familiar and somewhat alien, as though he were truly pressing far too close to her.

"It seems he harbors a deep hatred for him?" Seeing the gnashing of teeth from Qian Duoduo, Pang Feng posed the question.

Shu Lanlan offered no further refusal. With a grateful nod toward Youruo, she accepted the Saint Throne and immediately began refining it.

With the slightest movement, his gaze flashed like lightning, discharging beams of thunder. More terrifying still, with a single punch thrown, the surrounding earth and mountains spanning tens of thousands of li erupted in rapid succession, one after another, sending peaks flying across the heavens and fully displaying Chen Qi's current might.

In the end, Su Lingge hardened her heart just enough to refrain from demanding it, yet she turned toward the man on the bed and offered words of dissuasion.

He noticed a season highlight reel of Li Liang in the sidebar and clicked on it casually. It was a custom edit created by a netizen named "Bing菓真白," and the opening frame captured the scene of Li Liang's debut match against Fenerbahçe.

He had never witnessed such a breathtaking performance. He firmly believed that everyone in the stadium, including the nearby Guardiola—once hailed as the finest in the world—must certainly share the exact same view.

Furthermore, she drew her service weapon once more, aiming it squarely at Yun Chen as if attempting to force his compliance, yet the wavering conviction behind her final words was glaringly obvious.

At that moment, the disciple who had gone inside to announce their arrival stepped forward and saluted, saying, "The Sect Master invites the young hero in!" Du Yuan returned a slight bow and stepped into the Lingqing Palace.

Within a heartbeat, Wu Yanhao reached a decision and shouted, "Fatty, Cowboy, take our men and follow me!" With that, he whirled around to the left. Fatty and Cowboy uttered no further words, drawing their sabers as they closely trailed behind him, while the brothers at their backs shifted direction without a moment's hesitation, faithfully following their leader.

"Understood, My Lord!" Upon hearing this command, Ren Jing was immensely thrilled, as this marked the first time the full-scale star map of the Jiuli Starry Sky was being displayed in the Light and Shadow Tower—and it was done under the direct authorization of the Star Lord.

"No!" Qin Fang roared from deep within her throat, her hands snatching a hat from the air as she continued to scatter snow crystals, yet against the howling winds of the sky, her efforts were already struggling to expand.

Qin Ming lowered his gaze to check the time on his wristwatch. Although it was slightly later than the normal leaving time, for Cheng Xin, who had endured such harrowing events today, it represented an unacceptable encroachment upon her rest.

Before long, the fire spiritual energy within Liu Dingtian's body surged once more—a phenomenon undoubtedly tied to the pure fire spiritual energy emanating from the volcanic crater.

Ever since that birthday banquet, Liu Yuhan and Chen Lin could no longer be classified purely as teacher and student. As a relative of Xie Changnian, while Chen Lin was Xie Changnian's benefactor, their bond was at least somewhat closer than that of a standard teacher-student relationship. Her inquiry was no longer posed from the standpoint of an educator.

Early the following morning, Tang Daoyuan sought them out. Still wearing his mask, he communicated through a scroll he held in his hands, asking when everyone planned to leave, as he was desperately eager to venture out of the city and play. With a grimace, Mu Ziyun declared that they would depart the day after tomorrow and told him to return and prepare accordingly.

A hand squeezed through the gap in the door. After being ruthlessly compressed, the owner of the hand let out a piercing, miserable scream.

Torment me? If I harbor no such desire, what leverage do they possibly have to torment me? Ignorant mortals indulge in the sweet delusions of a cornered beast, fantasizing that one day they might shatter the shackles of fate and ascend to the Sea of Chaos. Little do they know that everything is ordained by their destiny—including the very struggles they mount to break free from it.

The array formations here were absurdly vast, resembling a self-contained dimension where every single array rune functioned as a meridian and a pathway.

Kong Xing watched her eager, sleeve-rolling enthusiasm and managed to restrain herself from pointing out the stranger's body mass index.

This was the basic duty of a bodyguard; regardless of whether danger lurked nearby, thorough inspection and reconnaissance were mandatory.

Wang Hongxing, however, completely dismissed Long Er's threat. A cruel smile plastered across his face, he locked eyes with Long Er, grinning amicably.