Volume One, Chapter 21: Someone, Quickly Perform Artificial Respiration!

Second Floor Bedroom

Lu Shixin and Meng Shiyi, two sisters who had not seen each other for a long time, were joyfully engrossed in conversation.

Her eyes flickered as she raised a dagger and plunged it into Lin Chao’s carotid artery, gently twisting it to bore a bloodied hole. Any ordinary person subjected to such agony would surely cry out; even the strongest-willed would have veins bulging on their forehead, struggling to endure the pain. Yet Lin Chao remained as lifeless as a corpse, utterly unmoving.

As expected, before noon, someone came knocking politely, inviting him to the city patrol office for a cup of strong tea.

The officer brushed the dust from his uniform and stood, the clinking of his armor echoing as he spoke, “This is my first time here—such a vital stronghold, two dynasties’ grand marshal, yet fallen to this state is truly humiliating.”

“Now you want to drag me into this?” Lu Wei stopped in his tracks with a hint of helplessness, turning back to sit firmly before adding a remark.

A fierce wind swept through, billowing Lin Chao’s clothes wildly. He faced the towering Mayan guardian spirit, whose size dwarfed him several times over. The first to emerge was the eight-armed Mayan guardian, the strongest pursuer from before.

Music reflects the emotions of its performer, and the performer’s feelings resonate with the audience—something a cold machine could never achieve.

Beneath this protective forest belt lay an artificially dug trench filled with fertile soil, regularly fertilized, watered, and tended.

Unfortunately, when the county magistrate saw the future son-in-law in person, all joy vanished from his face, and he promptly rejected the Han family’s marriage proposal on the spot, delivering a solid rebuff to Han Ji, who had already received his appointment as deputy commander through paternal influence.

Tang Minjie passed through the alley and met Lu Mingfang in a warm room. The latest reports from the southern front had just arrived, and Tang Minjie had news to send southward as well. The two sat on the heated kang stove, with Lu Mingfang quietly relaying the information.

Murong Qingran casually freed the arm that Xuanyuan Che was still holding and walked over to the charcoal stove as she spoke, “I observed the stars tonight and realized it’s not the best time to attack the city. Moreover, the coming days are also unfavorable for siege, which is why I did not order the troops to prepare to march.”

The faint glow of the black night steed was blue. Among these steeds, there were occasionally individuals with differently colored coats, whose radiance differed accordingly, usually linked to the hue of the mutated fur.

At night, Xiao Fan leaned against the bed in the lounge, flipping through the ledger. This thick notebook revealed nothing of note.

“All right… I’m not one to break my word… Let’s buy some meat and have a barbecue.” Mostly, he just felt like eating.

Illya, Loloqi, Angelia, Cocolia, Lilith, and others took turns kissing the withered hand of Pope Klapeos, tears streaming uncontrollably from each.

The beautiful face of the high elf Brina darkened instantly. Judging by her husband’s recent luck, Brina feared she wouldn’t draw anything good this time either.

“Ordinary people cannot see her,” Xiao Ran saw through Wang Qingyi’s thoughts and said calmly, then signaled Wang Qingping to lead the way ahead.

A prosperous business boils down to having customers, delicious food, good service, and clean, tidy hygiene.

But now, when Ying Zheng saw the image of this Divine Dragon army, he suddenly realized that in this world, such a disciplined and formidable force of elite warriors truly existed.

Startled to the point of being dazed, Bao Renyong took a long moment before recognizing the face before him—a young man who seemed prematurely balding.