Volume 1, Chapter 41: Is Being Able to Apologize Such a Big Deal?

Lu Ning's gaze was pitch black, as if she wanted to devour someone alive.

Qin Xiang took a step back: "Sister Ningning, why are you looking at me like that? It wasn't me who knocked your stationery onto the floor."

Lu Nanfeng walked over: "Ningning, what's wrong?"

It took a great deal of effort for Lu Ning to suppress the anger raging in her heart: "The stationery is ruined."

"How could it be ruined?"

Lu Nanfeng glanced at the stationery, and his expression changed drastically: "Go inside first, I'll go buy you a new set right away."

Regret welled up in Lu Ning's heart; she shouldn't have stayed at the Lu family residence. She had been too careless this time.

Lu Ning intended to call Ji Chiqian, having zero faith in her second brother's promises.

Qin Xiang chimed in: "Second brother..."

The Crow God called out, its expression brimming with excitement. Having slumbered for ten thousand years only to suddenly encounter an old friend, it had lost its composure somewhat, kicking up its heels and dancing about like an old urchin.

Luo Yuoxia, Mud-Head, Chatterbox, Bobbi, Dongfang Wu, Shui Yunyou, and the others unleashed their powers one after another, launching an attack on the mountain-dwelling Asian dragon.

Their opponents were not merely hunting them down, but also wearing down their fighting spirit. Every time they resolved to fight to the death, the enemy would let them escape. With their morale repeatedly deflated in this manner, they naturally lost their fighting edge.

The most recent instance was when that ferocious brute Lu Shiyao had unleashed it on him—though in the end, she was the one who suffered. Still, he had taken a solid beating right before that.

There were the elephant-headed Thai Elephant God, the God of Fire from the Big Dipper, ancient Greek gods, and several obscure Western deities, all gathered here.

Ember immediately gave chase as well, knowing that with his speed, catching up to Osayis again would not be difficult.

Qu Ying shot Lin Feng an annoyed look, thinking to herself: *If she ended up like this, isn't it entirely thanks to you?*

The lineage of the Emperor of Han had provided substantial aid to the Northwest this time. Zhao Feilong, Ma Chao, and numerous other troops were still stationed in the Northwest, giving them a certain sense of confidence.

She was none other than the general-grade Mandragora. Yet there were quite a few people around her discussing how to make one's breasts larger; many had come specifically to take on quests. A few naive, cute loli girls actually believed that through her, they could learn the secret of transforming a flat chest first into steamed buns, and ultimately into Mount Everest.

"It's no matter." Liu Yi did not mind. After all, he was here to ask for a favor, so naturally he could not put on any airs.

Xu Gui stared intently at the gradually slowing roulette wheel, watching the pointer sweep past reward after reward. Every time it passed a privilege reward, the corner of his twitching mouth would lift. It was finally coming to a stop; seeing the pointer gradually settle on elite troop cultivation, Xu Gui curved the corners of his mouth. Drawing this item was quite good—he would give it to Zhou Cang.

"Next, let's invite the runner-up of the Heavenly Duel, Young Master Mo Yilong, onto the stage to draw prizes!" Yun Meng announced with a sweet voice on stage.

"Hah!" Li Zhaoyuan let out a mighty shout, wielding a dazzling light sword as he slashed rapidly down toward the giant tongue protruding from the spatial rift. The sword of Yin and Yang swept across the firmament like a shooting star, tracing a breathtakingly brilliant and dazzling arc that vanished in a flash.

This man was bare-chested, wearing only tattered gray hemp trousers, exuding a distinct aura outside the blood-mist-shrouded City of Shackles.

When the defending side's remaining hundred-odd bandits saw Zuoxiao suddenly struck by an arrow and tumble off the pass, everyone was struck dumb with shock. And the very next instant, their courage evaporated entirely along with Zuoxiao's death. These bandits who had tightly guarded the pass suddenly let out a battle cry, abandoned all caution, and fled in every direction.

"Thank you, Deputy Liu!" A flash of joy lit up the young man's face, the excitement instantly banishing the exhaustion brought on by days of overtime.

That person was slightly startled, observing Wang Gu's detached attitude, which contrasted sharply with Hu Chier's lustful haste, and could not help finding it amusing. He secretly shook his head, roughly guessing that since this group of troops was from Xiliang after all, whether supplies were lost or not made no difference to Wang Gu's personal interests. No wonder Wang Gu didn't take it to heart at all.

During this period, Wang Meng offered strategies on numerous occasions, rendering tremendous service in both military and political affairs. Unfortunately, time was not on his side; worn out by overwork, Wang Meng finally fell gravely ill.

Since Chen Nuo had already decided that the magistrate of Pingyin County should be the plump Chen Daofei, he naturally still had to politely ask for the opinion of the former magistrate, Zou Liang. Zou Liang raised no objections whatsoever and readily nodded in agreement.

In the distance, beside the old Daoist priest who had finally caught his breath, dozens of figures in Daoist robes had appeared, their auras entirely surpassing the Spirit Realm.

"You... you are aiding and abetting, playing right into his hands. How could he possibly learn his lesson!" Qiong Luo shook her head with a bitter smile.

The first floor was a KTV, the second an internet cafe, the third a billiards hall, and the fourth a bath center—truly a one-stop service.

Although they remained under the omnipresent surveillance and control of robots worldwide, at least their lives were no longer under any direct threat.

To gather ten thousand Primordial Infant Fruits in exchange for a single Tribulation-grade pill—just how difficult would that be?

"Have you two thought it through?" Wang Hao gazed at the couple Heiqiu, speaking in all seriousness.

Furthermore, these soldiers were all reassigned to the encampments of the factions that had previously lost to Lang Fei's group, completely converting them into their own territory.

The Xiongnu on the city walls had long since received instructions from above; hearing this now, they did not dare delay and hurriedly reported it back up.

An artillery shell exploded on the sea surface off the port side of an escort warship, churning up a massive column of water. The tremendous shockwave sent the vessel rocking unsteadily from side to side, throwing the bustling figures clustered across the deck into utter chaos.

Miao Yin's ability to endure like this must be for the sake of winning Bai Yanran's favor. That being the case, as long as Bai Yanran could be kept under control, Miao Yin would certainly be unable to stir up any major trouble.

Young Master Ni wanted to reply, but his expression suddenly shifted drastically, and ignoring his internal injuries, he roared aloud.

A strange smile flickered across Lin Feng's pale face as he said, "Fine, then I'll make all of you convinced!" With that, he drew a gold-traced folding fan from his bosom and fanned himself with it.

Although Guizhou was not the Yongzhou Li Nan desired, the position of Pacification Commissioner allowed him to oversee the military affairs of several prefectures, making it precisely the post Li Nan had hoped to secure.

In the past, Yanlong had always considered himself an outsider. Even when favored by Zhang Chao, he still felt he was merely being used. But ever since Xu Rong died to save him, his entire state of mind changed completely.

As if that weren't enough, a buzzing disturbance had to crash the party right when he was about to get killed. Was it easy for a snake to survive until now, for crying out loud?

The large contingent marched straight from the marketplace toward the West City inn. Along the way, Dian Wei cast an inquiring look toward the First Imperial Prince.

"Lan Hai's fans might just be the luckiest fans of the year." The Ringlord muttered with a hint of sorrow.

"I didn't find anything particularly special about that, but... has he always called you by your full name like that? Or does he only use your full name when he's angry or when something serious and important is happening?" Jiang Hui stroked her chin, pondering the matter.