Chapter 223: First Batch of Weapons Delivered, Gu Zhiyi!

Li Chang'an did have time to spare, of course, but his obligations were equally numerous; if Zhao Xiaowan wished to seek his counsel on matters of cultivation, she would have to find a more opportune moment.

Having replied to all the messages, Li Chang'an stood up, stepped out of his place of secluded meditation, and returned to the City Lord's manor of Cangxuan City.

Catching the sound of his approach, Zhao Xi, who had been overseeing the laborers, rushed back in haste, bowing with deep reverence as he spoke: "Lord City Lord, you have finally returned!"

As he uttered these words, Zhao Xi's tone betrayed a hint of

Yet for reasons unknown, he had still allowed her to stay—perhaps, merely to look upon that face of hers?

Evidently, it was not that a button had gone missing from some garment, bringing them here to match a replacement. Of course, for people of their standing, if a button fell from a piece of clothing, the entire garment was typically discarded rather than searching for an identical button to patch it back on.

Regulus, completely at a loss, pushed the ice cream before him toward the friend sitting opposite by way of compensation; he parted his lips, yet seemed entirely unsure of what sort of remark he ought to make.

Clearly, Alice beside her was also moved by such a profound and genuine confession, but she still strove to maintain her fierce demeanor, prodding He Niannian's chin with the tip of her knife to prompt a reply, lest the other party grow suspicious.

She was unwilling to speak to anyone, feeling that she had made a spectacle of herself before so many onlookers by engaging in such antics with an utterly irrelevant man in so public a setting.

"...That is quite enough!" Levis watched his dramatic, death-defying display, feeling entirely struck by lightning; was this a case of a failed proposal turning into forced marriage? Was it a matter of hurling a nine-figure inheritance at someone just to see if they would accept it?

It meant that, regarding the incident from last time, Liunian truly held no grievance against him, and had truly chosen to forgive him.

Thus He Niannian was utterly certain that if Madame Quan returned, she would undoubtedly agree to her proposal.

Zheng Yuan pondered how to make Wei Yujie swallow the pill while simultaneously thinking of ways to keep him calm and steady.

Perfected Cultivator Tianlei made absolutely no mention of Yi Yun himself, attributing everything instead to the Demon-Suppressing Ruler, which would lead others to believe that Yi Yun's ability to withstand Ao Yunlong's Overlord of the Sword was entirely due to the artifact.

With no small amount of effort, Bai Xiannuo pried open the coffin lid and lifted the princess from within, cradling her as if holding the rarest treasure. She remained unconscious, the effects of the feigned-death potion lingering still, unexpired. Bai Xiannuo gently brushed aside the strands of hair coiled near her ear, leaned down, and pressed a tender kiss upon the princess's brow.

At that moment, the carriage curtain was lifted. Mo Bing stood straight upon the carriage, robed in deep ink-blue with a folding fan tucked at his waist.

He saw clearly that a troop of men was heading directly toward Mu Zhen's carriage. Their target, quite obviously, was Mu Zhen.

Subsequently, he was seen placing the baseball bat behind his back, slinging it across his waist.

Wei Yujie had assumed he was merely going upstairs to help fetch some things, never expecting to be kissed by Zheng Yuan right there in front of Ran Qin and the attendant; this caused his face to flush crimson instantly, and without so much as glancing in Ran Qin's direction, he hurriedly bid farewell and departed.

Douluo nodded at the words, dropping to one knee with her hands crossed, palms facing upward against the ground, while simultaneously triggering the skill of her stamina amulet: Stamina Domain. A crimson field manifested around her, centering on her form; everything was prepared, waiting only for Shangguan Xue's cooperation.

Since matters had come to this, it was better to unleash the mecha death-guards to slaughter every last one of these Sun clan disciples who had destroyed their homeland.

"If I am going to bag a sugar daddy, I won't settle for small fry; I am going to bag an absolute titan, you hear me?" Yang Sha still firmly believed that the two men before her were merely impoverished wretches—one a driver, the other a bodyguard.

Her gentle voice carried boundless conviction; Chang'e spoke of no contingencies, for she believed in her man, believed that the crisis would invariably dissolve, and believed that he would bring a beautiful future to her and her sisters.