Chapter 127: A Cheap Gift, a Profound Affection

Seeing Wang Wenyu’s flushed face, Xiao Yuxin pursed her lips teasingly. “Nizi, it’s surprising that even someone as handsome as you can’t win him over. Watching you act all tough in front of him, turns out you’re just a paper tiger.”

Wang Wenyu linked her arm with Xiao Yuxin’s, swaying her body coquettishly. “Sister Xin, don’t make fun of me. I’m just sincerely asking for advice.”

Hao Meng, noticing Wang Wenyu’s radiant expression, paused thoughtfully before replying, “Wenyu, let me say something, but don’t take it personally. After all, it’s all in the past. Now we’re just talking about the facts.”

“I know a bit about your scoundrel at home. He’s not the type who loses his way just because a woman flatters him.”

Shen Tong thought for a moment and said, “Shao Xin, you go and quietly inquire about Liu Wangtian’s situation. I want to keep tabs on everyone else too. We won’t harm them, but we also won’t allow anyone to hurt us.” It was clear Shen Tong considered Nie Shao Xin one of their own.

With his keen hearing, he could tell the principal’s heart was racing and blood pressure rising—quite simply, he was overly excited at the moment.

The only thing lacking was spiritual strength! Fortunately, Zhou Yang’s spiritual power was at the mid-stage of the Myth Mirror Realm.

The slackers, seeing Heizi really step in to help K, were all scared and backed off; some even began to flee.

Unlike the icy world just now, this place was picturesque, filled with the fragrance of flowers and the songs of birds. A gentle breeze brushed their faces as the chirping filled the air. Everywhere, flowers and grasses bloomed.

“Anyway, I don’t accept it. I just want to be a sniper,” Hu Xinlei said, crossing his arms and turning his head away in defiance.

To others, Song Ziyang’s security guard life seemed monotonous, but he savored it like sweet nectar.

The power within him was slowly being drained. Although Mo Xie was unwilling, there was nothing he could do to stop it. His power was given by the Dark Gods of Creation. Now that it had surrendered, he was powerless to turn the tide.

“You really are selfish, but I don’t blame you,” the red-haired man said, stroking the demonic blade in his hand. He could feel the brutality of that battle—not just the trembling of this body, but the cracks on the blade, running from tip to hilt as if it might break at any moment.

The voice continued, but Su You paid it no mind, quietly observing from the side.

“Master Nangong, I’m here representing the Dongfang family to discuss cooperation,” Dongfang Zhuo said directly.

Having overheard Nangong Li’s conversation with the Chaos Beast, Zhuque already understood Nangong Li’s current condition. Yes, his realm was high, but he had studied too many disciplines. Loving one technique required changing his meridians, so he had to rebuild them, return to chaos, and start from scratch.

In the following days, my sister and I almost reversed our schedules. Fortunately, few people were still researching in the ruins, and construction work was done during the day. We studied at night, perfectly avoiding overlap.

Bei Chen Tanghe slowly closed his eyes. The Supreme Elder wanted to seize the moment to kill him, but Yang Jian suddenly realized something and grabbed Bei Chen Tanghe.

Such a precious thing is rare to encounter anywhere; it would be a pity not to absorb more of it.

After Yang Huafu’s performance, the entire audience erupted into thunderous applause, declaring his show a great success.

Yet, the situation was tense, and Wang Xiaoqing appeared again as the weaker party. Under the watchful eyes of all, he truly did not know how to handle it.

From this, the summit reached a conclusion: gunpowder was not invented by the Song dynasty; firearms were not either. But the Song’s greatest military innovation was successfully applying gunpowder to firearms.

In truth, I could have ended this British duke’s life with a mere gesture, but he showed no fear of such a thing happening, which puzzled me.

Having just a handsome face is far from enough. Without a power that commands genuine admiration and respect, everything else is in vain.