Chapter Thirty-Three: The Shifting Tides of Favor and Indifference
In the past, the servants would swarm to him without even needing Lord Lou to shout. Yet today, despite his loud call, the few gathered at the door hesitated and lingered. Lord Lou’s eyes flashed; instinctively, he was about to raise his whip. These worthless slaves, how dare they deliberately neglect him? How could they possibly dare? Yes, how could they dare?! Lord Lou’s mind raced, and he immediately sensed something was amiss. Several gatekeepers—
“Alright!” Though she didn’t understand what Ling Xiao meant by that, Sif nodded in agreement, her gaze settling on Lorelei.
“I don’t mind. My world doesn’t belong here anyway. Of course, this one isn’t much better than the last,” Amin said carelessly.
After ordering their food, everyone sat together and chatted. Chang Dan and Luo Li discussed the progress at the factory over the past weeks.
Ye Zhiqiu nodded, preparing to call the Celestial Master’s residence at Mount Longhu. The Celestial Master never carried a phone; anyone wishing to contact him had to go through the residence first.
The military governor of the Kingdom of Bulgaria, upon hearing the king’s words, nodded and said, “Your Majesty, I believe that even if the Roman Empire in the south and the Huaxia Empire in the north go to war, neither nation will commit all their forces.”
Luo Li said, “I am willing to do anything for you, even if it breaks the sky—I won’t hesitate!” Though his words sounded somewhat exaggerated, they struck Lin Shi’s heart deeply.
Standing nearby, Yi Yue and Fang Yu couldn’t help themselves; they moved closer, faces full of curiosity.
Ada was overwhelmed; she tried to forcibly take Fitz away, but at that moment, she realized she couldn’t teleport out of the quarantine chamber. S.H.I.E.L.D. had suppressed her teleportation ability, which only fueled her anger.
The car door closed, the Iron Man mask slid down, and inside was Ling Xiao—not, as everyone had thought, Iron Man Tony Stark. In the next moment, Ling Xiao’s armor flashed with a silvery ripple, transforming from the so-called Iron Man suit into his own Heavenly Soldier Armor.
The feng shui gourd and talismans still hung on the wall, so there was no problem with this evil formation; the troublemaker was still upstairs.
A certain gaze shot directly at Gu Shuangshuang, who, startled, felt a pang of guilt.
My eyes swept the city walls and stone gates; even when Gu Xi shook off my hand and walked aside, I paid no heed. Suddenly, my gaze fixed on a certain spot. Minutes later, I turned back thoughtfully, and in that instant, countless thoughts surged forth.
I grew irritated listening—relying on others is pointless. Once more, I reached into He Zhixu’s trouser pocket, intending to try my luck with those pills he mentioned; he’d said they were for replenishing blood. Surely eating them would be better than nothing.
Ai Qiaoqiao had returned to the house with Ai Mingshan and the others, only to be greeted at the door by a torrent of scolding from Mrs. Ma.
Su Chen would rather quarrel loudly with Wan Qi Longxi than listen to his remorseful apologies.
This delighted me—spiritual awareness is a fine thing. It doesn’t require me to actively use it; it always offers hints about things, such as imminent danger.
I drifted into a fitful sleep; the side effects of recent insomnia and hunger crashed down on me, returning with doubled force.
“Senior brother, I beg you—give me the prescription for the Three Needles of Fate. I swear I’ll save my father,” she pleaded miserably.
Zeman, David, Redmond, and Li Qi, after receiving a call from Zhong Chuhong, rushed to catch a red-eye flight upon hearing there was a chance to get involved with Goldman Sachs Investment Bank. The next morning, just as Li Chen was waking up, they arrived in Los Angeles.
“But… there’s no time today. I have to visit the compound this morning, then head to Lantau Island to see Senior Ming Jizi. Do you think I have a moment?” Faced with her renewed demands, Li Chen grinned, attempting to refuse for once.