Chapter 51: The Conflict Between Korea and Japan

As soon as they stepped outside, Little White became lively again.

It sniffed the air, and then sneezed, "Achoo!"

It turned out that a little tiger sneezing was pretty much the same as a human's. Ning Yun suddenly felt that she must be wearing a filter of affection; watching Little White sneeze made her hands itch with the urge to pet it.

"Ahem, Little White, how is it? Do you smell any fragrance?"

Searching for things in the snow was a severe test for the eyes and was terribly unfriendly to her vision.

Little White... Thinking of himself as someone of great authority, the kind who would willingly follow him even without being paid, he never expected that his straightforward goodwill, offered with such warm persuasion to bring Chu Cheng over to his side, would actually be rejected by Chu Shen.

Xiong Wan's expression changed, and he looked at Huang Xie with a hint of reproach. As for the continuation of the lineage, he himself had a son and was already completely satisfied.

The phone rang just once before the call was instantly answered. Without even guessing, she knew this fellow was hugging his phone and playing games again.

Lady Xiang's beautiful eyes lit up. She knew that the Marquis of Wu was resourceful and possessed unfathomable, god-like wisdom; perhaps he truly had a better plan.

He was wearing nearsighted glasses, a white T-shirt printed with black letters on his upper body, black slim-fit trousers printed with white letters on his lower body, and a pair of white sneakers on his feet.

"Heh, you guys couldn't handle my industry. It requires getting up early and working late, and it's both dirty and tiring," Yu Tengfei said with a smile. He was currently in the aquatic product business, specializing in supplying fresh shrimp and live fish to large hotels.

For the past three months, she had tried her best to avoid going to her mother's cemetery because she didn't want to recall unhappy memories at the thought of her mother's grave, nor did she wish to dwell on all the things from her mother's lifetime.

In an instant, the hellish blood-red light soared into the sky, and the pungent, fishy odor assaulted the senses. Waves of blood churned endlessly like the waters of the Yellow River rushing down from the nine heavens, and the earth shook violently as if it were about to flip over and devour everything.

Ouyang Yanran's lovely eyes glared at Yang Haoxuan, who had been in a daze ever since he walked in.

In the blink of an eye, the downfall of the Marquis of Pingyang's estate was completely forgotten. Every day, people talked about nothing else than just how expensive the rice at the Marquis of Jingning's estate actually was.

"Haha." The audience in front of the stands all laughed. Shi Ran sat there, preparing to watch the upcoming program.

"Boss Wang has his own considerations, so don't overthink it, Xiaoyue." As an outsider in this matter, it really wasn't easy for him to meddle, and he could only put in a good word for Boss Wang.

"It seems a strange thing has come." Guided by a beast's intuition, the moment Beasts Kaido appeared, the Nine-Tails and he locked eyes. Looking at the pair of horns on Kaido's head, the Nine-Tails couldn't quite tell whether the opponent was human or beast.

He took a deep breath and cast all distracting thoughts to the back of his mind. The complex and shifting numbers before his eyes—even with his innate sensitivity to numbers—made him feel dizzy and disoriented under the strain of calculation, struggling to make sense of it all for a moment.

"What is going on?" A look of stern gravity flashed across Vice Admiral Tsuru's eyes. Ohara's Child of the Demon? Judging by the data from the outside, wasn't Ohara just a team of scholars? How could it provoke such terror from the Gorosei?

A dizzying spin overtook his brain, making him feel as though he might collapse at any moment, while the footsteps of the pursuing troops echoed from outside the woods.

The next morning, all the slightly influential Xiongnu generals and several sons of the Left Wise King Yufuluo were invited over for a meeting.

In the nocturnal gloom, Gongsun Niangzi's figure moved like a fluttering butterfly, her graceful form twisting and shifting, every movement exuding the utmost beauty, resembling an ethereal and aesthetic performance.

Looking at it this way, it seemed she had come to inquire about the death of her younger brother three years ago. Bo Jianyan's father had nothing to do with it, so naturally, he would never admit to it.

"Palace Master Yixiu, aren't you going to strike together? Could it be that you intend to be buried here entirely?" Xuanhe made a grand summoning gesture with his large hand, forcing the Primordial Pearl out from within the psychic tower.

The mecha knights on the side of the Muse Envoy nearly laughed themselves to death at the sight of them—these mechas were completely round, looking just like a series of big water casks, and they were fitted with numerous clumsy armor plates, making them look even more bloated!