Almost Used as a Pawn

"Lord Zheng, what brings you here?"
Qin Yu's mind raced, still unable to figure out the purpose of Zheng Jinglun's visit.
He initially considered using Time Reversal directly, but thought better of it, deciding to wait until Zheng Jinglun stated his intentions.
After all, he only had three precious opportunities to use it each day.
"This official will not beat around the—"
"Master, keep the change." Ye Feiyang pulled out a twenty-yuan bill and handed it to the taxi driver. The meter read sixteen yuan, and with the fuel surcharge, twenty was more than enough.
The male doctor wore a dark expression. Fortunately, the glass slide only required a tiny drop of blood; otherwise, this girl might have been drained dry on the spot.
Xiao Ji wore his hair loose, dressed in a grey linen Daoist robe that, while not overly extravagant, maintained a strict solemnity amidst its neatness. The peach-wood sword in his hand retained a metallic sheen, clearly aged from being constantly handled and rubbed over the years.
I also knew that Baobao hadn't brought Wang Yiheng along to spare my feelings. Upon entering, the private room and seats were familiar, but the company was incomplete.
As the name implies, absolute stillness means that within the coverage of the third eye, everything, including time, exists in a state of absolute stasis, as if everything has been frozen.
Today, Shen Zhi Qiu looked to be in quite good spirits as well, sitting there with a smile, dressed in a red matching suit.
"There isn't a single place in this city I don't know," the fake Daoist declared with boundless bravado, immediately turning the steering wheel and swerving the rear of the car down a downhill slope.
The blonde foreign woman pulled out the needle, pressed a cotton ball to his arm, and turned to gesture to the people in the vehicle. Seven or eight burly men in tactical vests and dark sunglasses stepped out one by one and opened the trunk.
The army truly lacked any decent cauldrons; most were made of pottery and possessed no deterrent presence whatsoever.
"I'll take a taxi; I know the approximate location of his house," I said, clutching at it like a drowning straw.
"I have to come at least twice a year. When there's waiting time like this, I just come out for a casual stroll." Yan Yixin signaled the waiter to place the freshly served salad in front of Yan Wan.
With that, Lu Fei turned to leave. Yet if he were truly allowed to leave like this, the Azure Cloud Sect would lose all its face, and Sima Changkong would lose his as well, because on the surface, it would appear that he had retreated without a fight while his opponent walked away leisurely.
However, it wasn't just the American side that found such a situation a headache; the Asura King Fan Tian found it even more agonizing, for the root of this entire matter was none other than him.
Takanashi Tsune clenched his teeth fiercely and stood up. A sharp knife slipped from his jacket pocket, landing right beside Mitsueda Kyoko, who was instantly startled. The others also sprang to their feet.
Ye Mingjing let out a hum of displeasure: "I don't care, you need to rest anyway." She scooped up the memorial tablets from the desk, intending to relocate them elsewhere.
Seeing Lu Fei and Ziyuer wearing such expressions right in front of them, the six Immortal Monarchs were stunned once again, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Those people could be set aside for now. Her current headache was the assignment of official posts for the Hanlin scholars who had graduated from the academy last year, as well as deciding where to send Huang Mo's cohort from three years ago based on their performance evaluations.
After seeing off the dealer, Yan Wan placed the diamond in the palm of her hand. She strongly suspected that any polisher whose vision wasn't above 1.0 would be completely incapable of performing the polishing operation.
Flinging her sleeve, Han Yan could not bear the loss of face. Knowing that continuing to bicker with Han Ning today would yield no benefit, she strode directly out of the tent.
"The baby has already dropped into the pelvis," Zhong Xiuer judged with certainty. The wind and sand of the northwest had weathered her delicate skin into a wheat color, yet the radiance in her eyes grew increasingly confident.
The most crucial thing was that the coat had pockets suitable for holding items; he couldn't possibly keep holding his double-barreled shotgun in his hands all the time and needed a pocket to keep it close to his body.