52 Jinjiang Literature City 52

As he looked upon his beloved steed, he did not forget to glance at everyone else. They lowered their heads, unable to bear the sight any longer, unable to watch the scene unfold.

Others might not know, but Beric understood clearly. When Chenmu Donglin first founded the Enforcers, the very first Grand Commander was none other than Song Qi. Back then, the Enforcers were no different from the current Blood Universe Tower or the Phantom Butterfly Sect—they were nothing more than a large-scale assassin organization.

Xue Dongyi, for no discernible reason, felt a surge of restless agitation. On the tables beneath the wedding hall, the red candles shed wax tears that streamed all over the tabletops.

More often than not, doctors are helpless against a multitude of diseases. Perhaps the most a physician can do is offer the patient some comfort, nothing more. They cannot even slightly alleviate the patient's pain.

Including the incident with the paper kite, Bai Shu simply wanted to tell others: do not bully those I hold dear, or I will risk my life to fight you.

Accompanied by a bizarre and piercing insect cry, the Myriad Poison Tower—which had once caused countless mighty figures across various dynasties to turn pale and tremble in fear—floated into view, suddenly erupting with fiercely blazing green mist.

The family he had yearned for day and night lay just beyond the passageway, yet a trace of guilt inevitably welled up in his heart.

The map was divided into two parts. One part was a topographical map encompassing the entire competition venue, marked with various colored lines and geometric shapes.

Suddenly letting out an angry roar and drawing a deep breath, Lin Han's eyes burned with an icy killing intent that was nearly palpable. He stared fixedly at the emaciated man in blood-red robes, his fists clenched so tightly that the veins stood out on the back of his hands. His mind was in turmoil, a nameless sense of familiarity toward this shadowy figure stirring from the depths of his heart, yet he remained utterly unable to place who it was.

From the very beginning, when the porter handed Xie Mu a folding fan, he was not only giving him half a map, but also directing him to a fan stall. Upon arriving there, the young owner proactively recommended a specific fan—one he had prepared in advance as an item for transmitting intelligence.

Su Jin returned to her quarters, looked back at Gongzi Mo, and asked, "Gongzi Mo, do you have any medicine for burns?"

Thus, while standing far apart in a standoff, before either side had made a move, the earth-shaking killing intent had already permeated the space between the two armies.

The crisp and unusually clear sound of these three knocks seemed to make Tong Guaiquai feel much more at ease inside. As she entered the door, she took a subconscious, deep breath.

Wishi City was not only known as the granary and provision marketplace, but it also held another title: the Capital of Zhaoming. Legend had it that the early kings of the Shang Dynasty originally established their capital here, only to relocate later due to warfare or other reasons.

The frantic roaring of beasts continued. In the twilight, more shrill and miserable screams of human soldiers rose and fell in succession! Zhang Jiaming's expression grew even uglier. According to incomplete statistics since the start of the battle, the garrison brigade soldiers he had dispatched had already suffered casualties exceeding thirty percent, and the remaining troops were still barely holding on.

"I..." Nangong Yuhan hesitated slightly. Tubaobao had guessed correctly on one count: he truly had no idea how to face his own child.

The Vane family had managed to survive in the cracks for nearly a hundred years, until the last decade or so, during which the Vane family failed to produce a single decent powerhouse, while the Porto family consecutively produced several strong ones. With the strong growing stronger and the weak growing weaker, the Porto family's ambition, suppressed for a century, finally ignited once again.

"Brother, what are you looking at?" Keke fluttered her wings, flew over to Long Ming, and tilted her head to look at him.

"Which one is this for today?" Several herdsmen responsible for driving the livestock walked over. The one in the lead, a bearded fellow, pulled out a short-handled dagger with a cold, merciless gaze devoid of the slightest pity.

"However, the battle situation at the border simply does not allow us to stay here for extended research. Since the bamboo's anti-magic effect lasts a long time, let's take the oldest stalk of bamboo here back with us to examine. Perhaps older bamboo maintains its anti-magic properties longer," Long Ming said.

Shen Qingwu shrugged indifferently, implying it did not matter. Getting worked up over meaningless people and wasting breath on pointless anger was simply not worth it.

Shen Qingwu had Mother Liu check the registry records. Laixue was not born into servitude; she had been bought later from a human trafficker. She had a father, a mother, and an eight-year-old younger brother at home. Because of their poor family circumstances, she had sold herself to help support the household. All things considered, she should be a kind-hearted girl.

"Tonight, I shall not stay here. Regardless of whether you are a demon or not, as long as Yu'er comes to no harm, that is enough!" Eastern Master sighed heavily once more, turned around, and left Yixin Pavilion.

"They must have returned to the palace," Beichen Qing chimed in. "Such a huge event happened here, and early this morning you summoned so many physicians and left the capital with a large retinue. It is impossible to keep it hidden." As shadow guards, once their mission was completed, they always had to return to the capital to report.

Seeing Beichen Ao act with such domineering force, Yan Lian whimpered resentfully, reminding him to mind his status. "Beichen Ao, don't go too far!" The Emperor tolerates you, but that is only because you are a subject. If you remain unruly and fail to hold the Emperor in your regard, would the Emperor allow such an arrogant prince to exist?

After her death, when her consciousness recovered, she had already possessed this body and had almost fallen victim to the humiliation of those ruffians and scoundrels.