Chapter 117: A Commission from Le Figaro

"Whether it will suit you, young lady, depends on what kind of weapon you require," a magnetic male voice resonated. It was a classic case of hearing the voice but seeing no one.

"No. I have stated that Xuan'er is my wife, not some Miss Ling. You shall address her only as Princess Qi or Lady Yun. Do you understand? If I hear you misaddress her again, I will have you struck for it," Prince Qi declared, asserting his claim.

"Fine. If the Imperial Physician confirms your pulse diagnosis was incorrect, I shall request the Emperor to charge you with slander," Consort Li said, brimming with confidence. Little did she know, the Princess of the State standing before her was none other than the legendary divine physician, Ling Ruoxuan, whom she had just mentioned.

The judge hurried to his feet and followed the King of Hell outside. As he reached the doorway, he saw the King of Hell sealing the entrance with a wall, yet he could not resist stealing one last glance inside.

Standing face to face, holding each other's hands, Cheng Xunjun felt her eyes redden the moment the priest began to speak. She pressed her lips together, fighting back tears, and forced herself to maintain eye contact with him.

"I’ll be right back. Just stay in the car," Xiaoxiang said, stepping out and heading straight toward the school gate.

His sharp eyes caught sight of a young cultivator in green robes approaching from the side of the veranda. The youth was handsome, with eyes like cold stars and an air of detached indifference—was that not Junior Brother Ye?

Perhaps sensing that I was nearly full, Qiao Yichen pulled a tissue to wipe my mouth before carrying me to the living room sofa. He turned on the television, switched to a travel program I liked, and then instructed Aunt Lan to prepare a fruit platter and drinks for me.

Mo Qing naturally knew that the "she" the Emperor referred to was Consort Yu of the Yunhua Palace, which was precisely what made the situation so difficult.

The blood splattering everywhere inevitably missed Yang Yunhan, but some of it fell upon the others. The Great Khitan contingent, led by the Great Yuyue Yelu Hezhu, had already retreated and remained entirely unaffected.

Forget it. The affairs of the younger generation were for them to handle; as an old man, it was not his place to interfere.

This was a skill he had honed after years of monitoring surveillance. For the criminal investigation team, being able to eat a meal on time during an assignment was a luxury, so multitasking between watching monitors and eating had long since become second nature to him.

"However, I fear your current physical strength is insufficient to break this great formation!" Elder Ning added subsequently.

The following day, Long Luo heard Long Zhiru’s summons and went to her side. Long Zhiru sat suspended in the void, gazing down at the Dragon Domain. Seeing Long Luo approach, she asked, "Did you kill Mo Qiye?" Long Luo replied, "Yes. I promised someone that Mo Qiye had to die, so he had no choice but to perish."

In the boundless desert, Wen Xin lost track of time—for in this place, there was no night.

Returning to the Lin estate and seeing Aunt Qingyu, I thought of Xu Xuancheng. How was his situation now?

The man was in mid-air, his right palm executing the "Heaven-Covering Stance" of the "Dragon Armor Divine Art." His palm-blade traced a perfect circle, moving like the agile sun and moon, their radiance enveloping Lou Fangxin.

He still had so much left to do, and his family had yet to be reunited. But these were only thoughts; was everything really to end like this?

I unceremoniously grabbed six boxes and sat opposite the breeding pig to dig in. Though there was no flavor, the cold, icy substance slipped from my lips into my mouth, turning into liquid and sliding down my esophagus into my stomach. The flash of icy refreshment was incredibly soothing.

Chen Xi’s gaze swept across the map until, suddenly, it stopped abruptly at a certain spot.

Floating in the sky, Chen Xi manipulated the chains of his Invincible Martial Dao, which danced wildly—first like giant pythons, then like tentacles—appearing truly miraculous.

Qin Shiyin showed no sign of stopping. "I hope you remember: do not always make excuses for your own laziness and carelessness."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Liu Zhengfeng could only sigh helplessly. Making an excuse, he went outside to force out a drop of blood into a bottle before returning.

Outside the tent, the cold wind howled. Irritated, Ding Li walked toward a high slope. Although he gritted his teeth, preparing to march toward Hedong, he had no certainty at all about whether he could rescue Shuangxi and Lanzhi.

"But the problem now is, where are we supposed to register?" Lang Fei asked, somewhat bewildered.

This was a secret technique from the Supreme Venerable Lord’s alchemy; as Chen Xi obtained the Lord’s alchemy teachings, he had also mastered this secret method.

However, his true intention was to lure Yasuo into attacking with him, though Yasuo refused to take the bait.

He saw that the Heart-Burning Wine had been snatched away by Cui Houfen, who began to drink it in large gulps. Zhang Zhen watched as Cui Houfen guzzled the wine he had gone to such great lengths to extract from Lang Fei.

Chu Wen, who had been silent until now, said, "Before Battalion Commander Xu and the others set out, I took some photos of them."

He Qianxue looked back one last time to see the elder she had once respected most—the incorruptible and diligent President Yang, famous inside and outside the Federation. His face wore the very hypocrisy and enthusiasm she despised most as he belittled her and fawned over Qin Wu.

Among the three infantrymen, one was a warrant officer, a rank equivalent to a deputy platoon leader in the Nationalist Army.

"I’m not going. You all go ahead," Zhou Sen had no mood for a bath; he was still fretting over his upcoming assignment to the Special High Police Division.

Zhou Qian nodded. The "replacement of native officials with imperial appointees" was the policy of unified management for ethnic minorities in the Southwest during the Ming and Qing dynasties. Currently, the chieftain system was still in place.