410: Chapter 410 The Empress wasn't angry, but she was a little annoyed!

Only Gu Yuexi and the old man remained in the conference room.

The old man looked Gu Yuexi up and down, a kind, grandfatherly smile spreading across his face.

“Truly, heroes come from the youth—oh, wait, I should say young ladies.”

“Student Gu, I hope I didn't disturb your rest? Come, sit. Don't be so formal.”

He pointed to the chair across from him.

Gu Yuexi didn't sit; she simply stood there in silence.

“Get straight to the point.”

“This thread was woven on a past Qixi Festival; to wear it signifies that one’s body already belongs to another and one’s heart is already bound.”

Given that iconic outfit, anyone who wasn't blind or hadn't heard of Xiangliu’s reputation should have been able to guess their identity.

One of the tasks was to draw the widespread attention of the people of the Dragon Kingdom toward Michigan in the shortest time possible.

Her hand rested on Gu Qingying’s shoulder, her slender fingers sliding down to grasp Gu Qingying’s wrist.

He wouldn't go around talking about capturing a Wild Dragon, lest he bring a death warrant upon himself.

He gave himself a slight nod in the mirror. Tomorrow would be the fourth day. In just three more days, his strength would be fully restored.

Tears streamed down Zhao Rou’s aged face, but she ultimately feared the patriarch’s authority. She sat back down indignantly, weeping with a sense of grievance.

Though she had struck Chang Ci’an today, the Chang Clan of Yueyang still stood firm in the city. Since this was the territory of the Nie Clan of Qinghe, it was best to leave the matter for them to handle.

Black Coffin, Senju Koten Taiho, Itto Kaso, and even a second Goryu Tenmetsu—Higashino Shuichi could only watch as Ikeda Yukisa took those high-level Hado spells head-on, laughing manically within the chaos.

More importantly, no one would have expected that he had already mastered all the rules of this Containment Object within the dream.

Without waiting for Haoyu’s consent, a cheerful Fengfeng pulled him by the hand and sat him down at the table in the courtyard.

Zhao Jianjun was on the night shift, while Ge Yuqin and Zhao Changshun were out on business, leaving only Chen Huiling and Nannan at home.

“It was my lack of consideration. I’ll change. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll get it for you.” Wu Hao watched Xu Pan nervously, terrified that he might mess up and upset her again.

The denizens of the underworld on the upper floors are incredibly powerful; they are all messengers of King Biancheng. It’s impossible for us to escape.

Zhang Tao looked at Liu Zhizhi with concern. He wanted to urge her to refuse, but he was afraid of being a killjoy.

After all, while their supernatural attacks were impressive, without their powers, they were nothing more than paper tigers with no offensive capabilities at all.

They were discussing how to handle the situation and where to imprison the people once they were delivered; they simply didn't have the time to deal with these matters right now.

In truth, even if she did know, it would only hasten the Zombie King’s demise—and leave Jin Jiang feeling thoroughly disgusted.

If every special class corresponds to a mundane one, then a Producer would be a... Farmer; a Janitor would be a... Security Guard; and a Mysterious Doctor—well, even a fool could figure that one out.

Ma Gongcheng, having finally regained his senses, wiped the blood from his nose. Though his expression appeared relatively calm, his eyes betrayed an irrepressible shock.

Regardless of whether others were willing to accept it, she had ultimately risen to the position of head of all the consorts.

Baozi, who had started out guarding venues—and internet cafes at that—was clearly from the grassroots. The prospect of an income in the hundreds of thousands instantly thrilled him, making him feel that he had finally found a great boss with a bright future.

“Ziming! Hide for now and find the priest’s position!” Wang Jiexi commanded. Tactics were all about adapting on the fly; although they had decided to use the Shadow Tactic for this round, he wouldn't mind teaching the priest a lesson if the opportunity arose.

Though the moment was fleeting, the man with the appearance of a scholar being pinned underfoot was momentarily stunned.

The Human Trafficker, accustomed to such scenes, gave a sharp look. The strongmen beside her stepped forward and shoved Mother Jin and Qingzhu aside. No matter how much they struggled, they could not break free from their restraints.