Chapter 62: Exchanging Currency Vouchers

Saying this, he reached out his hand toward Dong Shuanghuan's tender, fair little face, attempting an intimate touch.

"What are you doing? Stop right there and don't come any closer!"

When the two men locked eyes, a brilliant, intense light burst from their gazes—sharp as unsheathed blades, carrying the murderous intent of someone sworn to protect a single person.

"Qin Feng seized the opportunity brilliantly; it was precisely when the people of Willow City were at their most exhausted... Besides, Liu Xuan was altogether too careless. While surrounding and killing a ghost general, he didn't set up even the slightest security perimeter, allowing people to infiltrate straight through," Elder Yu shook his head and said.

"Captain, what is going on here?" Some soldiers who had noticed the problem immediately inquired.

This also made Moqi Yin discover a strange anomaly. Although the aura here was eerie everywhere you looked, an indescribable force maintained its stability, forming a very delicate cycle.

"You..." Hearing Brother He's voice, Huang Mengmeng finally calmed down a bit. However, just as she had managed to settle down, the very next moment she saw Brother He pulling a funny face, trying to scare her. Only this time, Huang Mengmeng was genuinely frightened.

Those harboring malicious intentions watched from afar as the towering city gates closed, and immediately startled, they retreated into hiding places and began whispering among themselves.

Xiang Ying watched the changing situation outside with a calm expression, then turned his back and ignored the others. But no one saw the mischievous grin that formed on his face the moment he turned around.

She could not forget the loneliness in Li Zhan's eyes at that moment, because she knew he had already lost his light; yet she could not imagine herself ever being Song Zhen's light.

Still, after all, this Shield-Bone Dragon was merely a sub-dragon species, a very remote branch among the dragon kind.

"I'm going out!" Chuxin's frail body was on the verge of collapsing, her face extremely pale, and her pupils filled with brimming tears. She immediately turned and walked away, and a worried Leng Xing quickly rushed out after her.

Lian Yuncheng sat on the high seat, looking at the Emei disciples within the grand hall, and slowly said, "If you are weak, people will bully you; if you are strong, people will respect you. This is the pugilistic world, and this is human nature."

Because Feng Lin moved like a ghost, passing straight through Fan Hai's body to arrive at his back, and reversed his grip to plunge his dagger straight into Fan Hai's backside.

Immediately, the two of them hurriedly began twisting their hips and swaying their waists, singing in a manner that sounded like wailing ghosts and howling wolves.

These words dealt a massive blow to Yang Ye. What kind of person Cao Cao was, how could he possibly not know?

After Liu City Commandery was divided into two, Yan Commandery under Heluo Huaixin's rule also became a vital strategic point for resisting the Khitans in the north and defending against Goguryeo in the east. Therefore, putting forward this proposal was well within the duties of his office.

He had already been caught in the blast radius of Tang Zeng's first rocket-propelled grenade earlier; although it didn't hit him directly, his body had already sustained injuries.

Tang Zeng suddenly felt a violent shock in his head, then collapsed directly to the ground and began clutching his head, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Hong Liqing's smugness made Zhuo Yang somewhat irritated, but he still forcefully swallowed hard, desperately pressing down the flames of anger that had surged up to his throat.

"This location is also called the Dantian. When Qi enters the Dantian, divine strength can be generated, enabling one to fight a hundred opponents alone. There are even those capable of fighting a thousand or ten thousand," said Wang Hao.

Looking from afar, one could see a group of people strolling leisurely along, the man at the very front leading a large black dog on a leash.

Chu Feng sat cross-legged, his reflection mirrored in the glossy floor tiles. He slowly closed his eyes, and within a few moments, he entered a state of meditative tranquility.

However, if things really continued down this path, the people who had supported him in the beginning—people like Bi Yao and Xu Wanqing—might eventually leave him.