Chapter 13171 — What Sort of Trouble Have You Run Into

"With nothing but your review department, what damned right do you have to block him from being a candidate elder of the Alliance?"

Huang Xiu was struck dumb on the spot.

Even Wei Zhao himself was rather taken aback.

So such a thing was actually possible?

Wei Zhao could of course see that this so-called candidate elder of the Alliance was at best an empty title, an honorary Alliance designation, carrying no actual authority...

...though put that way, in truth BB had marked Magpie as his target from the very beginning.

Zhang Bichen, who had kept her attention fixed on the two outstanding young men beside her all along, hurried to cut in.

Amid a strange humming, countless clods of earth and scraps of metal sprayed outward and rose into the air.

Magpie replayed it over and over: the moment the Black Swan, wearing Ak's false shell, launched her assault upon him.

"Eh? What is it with you? Have you run into some trouble?" Tong Yao's feelings were written plain across her face; the moment Lin Chu stepped into the classroom he was greeted by a giant, unmistakable "mortified," and how could he fail to read it?

Besides, he had already paid for this visit beforehand, so it was only natural that Yu Ji knew of it as well.

"A year, or two, or even longer..." The child had seated himself directly atop the counter, his white robes drifting and fluttering.

Still, though that last time had gone unheard, there was no guarantee the next would not be.

Hearing this, Jia Zheng sighed and murmured, "The Son of Heaven is sage and wise," while Fu Shi's face only grew paler still.

It was a scene like the detonation of a nuclear bomb: boundless light and wind bursting forth unchecked, scattering a lethal, beautiful radiance, heralding the destruction and end of all things.

Other matters he could let pass, but to forbid the common folk from sacrificing to the gods any longer—were the gods themselves also to obey the laws of Great Shang?

Su Bai spread his hands helplessly and pointed; among those scattered objects were even extremely fragile porcelains, yet in that moment they were wholly intact.

Some also said that the Marquis of the West was a man of benevolence and righteousness, utterly loyal to Great Shang, and that there must surely be some misunderstanding in all this.

It had been a mission of nine deaths and one life to begin with, bound up with the lives of the several thousand officers and men of the exploration fleet; Zhu Gaoyu would not permit the slightest error.

"My lady, how are things at home?" Caiyue looked at Tong Zining, her face drenched in tears, and her heart gave a lurch.

Once his spirits had brightened a little, Huo Jiheng first sent a eunuch to the Palace of Longevity and Health to spread the word, so as to set the Empress Dowager's heart at ease.

Seeing him in such a state, Qin Yuan only grew firmer in his conviction; he brought his foot down hard upon Zhao Ming's hand.

The location of the safe zone changes at random each round, and weapons and items likewise appear at random.

Just as he had said, Maitreya's identity had clearly now been discovered by the Human Sovereign of Great Tang, and their push to set the Journey to the West in motion would meet with difficulty.

When she spoke of her relationship with Kazuto, Shino naturally told her mother that Kazuto was a good person, someone she could be with, someone she could fall in love with.

Especially after sensing the fortune that clung to the throne, he grew all the more resolute in his goal; his cultivation speed was now twice what it had been before, advancing by leaps and bounds, his strength surging—and if the dynasty of fortune were to be upgraded to an imperial dynasty, the pace of his cultivation would make his eyes burn with envy.

Wang Xingang had in fact been on pins and needles ever since Guo Songshan made plain his intent to force a marriage. He did not know why Old Guo had deliberately kept him behind to hear such a private matter. Just now, as he listened to the two of them talk, he had been turning over Old Guo's motives for doing so.

Rong Qirui said no more; in truth, he could not be bothered to put any effort into Rong Lang. He glanced at Rong Lang—handsome enough, certainly—but it was a pity that the Feng clan now tottered on the brink; Father's calculations would likely come to nothing.

Yet that one sentence from Huo Yulong was already enough. Qing Binghe's own opinion did not even count as a reference; dense black currents of air wrapped Qing Binghe's body entirely around, and Cui He and Yang Yi, watching from beside the plaza, stared wide-eyed—but after a moment they could not help but gape, their mouths nearly unable to close.