Chapter 13106 — Elder Zhao Is Short-Handed

Wei Zhao waved a hand with a smile. "Elder Zhao's business comes first, so we'll save this round of drinks for next time."

Jin Buhuan agreed readily.

Just before leaving, he suddenly brought it up: "Do you happen to have a Tier Two divine box in your possession, young master?"

Wei Zhao nodded. "That's right—a Tier Two divine equipment box."

Lately he had been busy merging the Immortal Divine Equipment, and had not yet found the time to open this Tier Two divine box.

Come to think of it, Wei Zhao...

"Because I need to make up for what was missing these past two days!" A Yu answered honestly, still staring at Zhuang Mingting.

The next moment, the hand that had just been dragged down returned once more, seizing the same spot on Yu Jianian's clothes and crumpling the fabric there.

Half a day passed, and the black hole remained as deep and vast as ever, utterly without ripple or swell; the behemoth hidden in the abyss seemed to have eaten and drunk its fill of everything, and gave not the slightest response.

Fei Yao Bu Ke: Subduing the Lecherous Crown Prince. "Shu Li, Fu Zheng says I'll have to lie in bed for half a month!" Once they were far enough away, Rong Xi could not help but complain.

Shen Mubai nodded. Even now, whenever he thought back on it, he felt he had been hopelessly, incurably stupid—a black mark on his record, pure and simple.

Logically speaking, since she had already passed through life and death, and had even witnessed the rise and fall of a dynasty, she ought to know that the Liu Wange of this moment still did not know Changsun Chulan in the slightest, did she not?

So in Qiao Mandong's later memories, this youth named Fang Shiheng still occupied a rather weighty place.

Otherwise, how could she have so casually seized the empress's throne that belonged to her in her past life, and been doted on by Changsun Chulan as the treasure of his heart?

The National Academy was under strict lockdown inside and out, and the students sensed the gravity of the atmosphere—though beneath it all there showed a faint trace of excitement.

Wenren Li kept his mother's teaching close to heart: only by enduring and holding back could one survive in this palace. One day, he would repay these humiliations a hundredfold.

"Master, we had best leave first. It seems the Central Domain is about to change completely this time," Kuimu Lang said flatly.

Hearing this, Tang Xuanli sat up at once, settled Bao Weiwei back down properly, fetched another pillow to prop her up higher, and then began to massage her with a rather gentle pressure.

"Those two were most courteous. After hearing me recount my experiences on the journey to Cloudlight Cave, they hurried away," Mo Kui replied with a faint smile.

Afterward, the others slowly departed. Now only Bai Hongsheng, the Old Drunkard, Bai Chengyong, and a few Supreme Elders remained in the great hall.

However, because Tang Xuanli had never let Bao Weiwei sleep with wet hair on ordinary days, he had never specifically mentioned it to her.

"Indeed, this wine is fragrant. It must surely be the Golden Cicada Dharma King's private reserve?" Ziyun likewise wished to talk with him about things he did not know, and at the same time give the other a chance to reveal his purpose. So far, this man's character seemed decent enough.

"Your phone is ringing!" Bao Weiwei thought Tang Xuanli had not heard, so she made a point of reminding him.

"Qinglong, you heard that—five in all. Just kill that giant scorpion outright; I don't want to look at anything revolting. The giant crocodile either. By the way, do you have any of your own kind with you?" Ziyun found it odd as well—phoenixes came in pairs, so why had Qinglong not brought up the matter?

Li Chen seemed to realize that ordinary people tended to have some trouble accepting this, so he considerately explained the origins of these animals: some were from their own home, but more had been sought out elsewhere by Father Li for research, and once the research was done, they still had to be returned.

"Grandpa, it's done! You can use the teleportation array to go back now!" Ziyun said to Huangfu Xiong.

There was no use in thinking further; it would only waste brain cells for nothing. A few more deaths, and her spirit value might just drop straight into the negative.

She tracked his movements and followed the war situation in the State of Huaiyang, her heart set on hearing some news that would let her vent her pent-up anger—and if that man fell in battle, so much the better.