143: Chapter 143 Governor Qi's Collapse: How can this little girl be so cunning?!

"Buzz buzz~! (So comfortable!)"

Chu Sheng felt like his entire mosquito self was about to float away.

He wobbled as he flew up from the fourth "Soul-Fixing Grass" that had already been drained of its essence, looking at the dazzling array of spiritual herbs around him, a greedy light flickering in his compound eyes.

Since I've already exceeded the limit, taking a few more shouldn't make much of a difference, right?

Lord Mosquito has achieved a great merit this time! What's wrong with taking a bit more?!

Thinking of this,

Free from the entanglement of administrative affairs, and with the children grown up and no longer needing constant care, they gave themselves a vacation to a private island north of Olbia. In their designated private area, they enjoyed a two-person holiday without any outside disturbance—quiet, cozy, and carefree.

"Does Lord Ling Yun have no other way?" Shizune asked from the side at this moment.

It could be said that every underground casino is built upon countless bones. It's a highly profitable business, which also means that a second one cannot exist in the same area. If one does appear, it will inevitably lead to a struggle between two tigers.

"Konglou!" Soi Fon, with the strongest dynamic vision, was the first to notice something was wrong. However, before her shout could reach them, the medallion in Haschwalth's hand had already emitted a dazzling light.

"I know you don't want to use your trump card, and I feel the same way. We get along well, so there's no need for a life-and-death struggle, right? How about we find another way to decide the winner?" Wu Wudi proposed his idea to Guo Qin.

Xu Fu had been plotting for a thousand years, but for all his calculations, he never expected that right now, at this very moment, he would be completely dead.

Everyone knew that the country's economy was entirely driven by the royal family, who deserved the greatest credit. Without them, Sardinia would likely still be just 'hanging out' with Italy, lingering at the bottom tier of developed regions. Life might be affluent, but it wouldn't have the current pride and sense of glory everywhere.

Actually, unlike the ordinary peasant soldiers who were commoners in peacetime and fighters in wartime, the Peasant Soldier Leader was already considered a lower-ranking samurai. Thus, he deeply understood and appreciated Heikichi's respectful behavior toward an enemy. Although Shinkuro was simply slaughtered by them, the courage he displayed at the end still won the Peasant Soldier Leader's favor.

"And even if I only rely on Suzumebachi, I can still kill those guys; Lord Yoruichi never relies on a Zanpakuto to fight either!" Soi Fon said with a face full of pride, as if suddenly remembering something.

During the mounted archery competition, in order to clear the rumors about her, he intentionally let her shine. Although he already knew that Nan Ruochen had taught her mounted archery, her performance still took him by surprise.

Since things had reached this point, Song Duanwu knew that further talk was useless. Since the other party was clearly looking for trouble with him, anything he proposed would be like a clay ox entering the sea—no news ever returning. Song Duanwu's immediate priority was to ensure Mo Qingyan's safety.

The "dog-headed strategist" Lai Canghuang continued to hold things together during the days Song Duanwu was away, and he was naturally the only candidate Song Duanwu trusted. As for the fat maidservant, although she wanted to go along, Song Duanwu stabilized the old lady's heart with just a single sentence.

But there was no time for a long breather before sheets of white shadows came tearing through the air over the long river. The dark night in the north suddenly became as bright as day, and the pier was already a sea of flames.

Xiao Yan couldn't help but recall everything he had been through with Yu Ting. He nodded and said, "Alright, I promise you, Grandpa." Xiao Yan nodded heavily as he spoke.

Even she couldn't help but be intoxicated, let alone Xin. In Xin's gaze at this moment, there was only wonder and shock.

"Courting death." The cultivators of the Taishang Sect hadn't expected Qi Xuanyi to dare to strike and kill them directly. They were accustomed to being arrogant and supercilious; they were always the ones bullying others, and no one had ever dared to act against them.

But would the Elven Race be willing to exchange their unique enchanting technology with Li Yan? If hybrid magic were given to the Elven Race, would it bring any unpredictable danger to Li Yan?