Volume 1, Chapter 64: Lamentation

So our Brother Linyu turns out to be a master of time management!

Damn it!

Zhang Manlin was furious, but she pretended not to see clearly and tried to comfort Mu Ruzhou, "I don't think that person was Linyu, right?"

"That man's back just looks very similar to Linyu's. He is definitely not Linyu."

Hearing this, the uneasiness on Mu Ruzhou's face eased slightly: "Did I see wrong?"

Phew, thank goodness!

But unexpectedly, Zhou Ruonan suddenly hugged Linyu tightly: "Brother Linyu, let me hug you for a bit!"

Her voice was both loud and full of ambiguity!

It was enough to make anyone listening blush.

And as she embraced Linyu, her plump breasts were pressed almost completely against Linyu's...

Inside the private room of Huibin Tower, only Fang Hua and Yan Xishan were present, while their guards were drinking in the main hall.

"The silver is not much, but it is no more than what your achievements deserve. Do not refuse it." Fang Hua waved his hand, cutting Fan Yi off.

Masked ninjas surrounded the place, ring upon ring, inside and out. The eyes beneath the masks remained fixed on a certain cell.

"All right, Ah Fu, show General Fang the way." Qiao Jingyan summoned a servant to lead the way.

Long Aotian galloped up to ride abreast with Meng Ke and the others. Meng Ke held the reins, while Yingge sat behind him. As Long Aotian drew near, she had no choice but to quietly withdraw her hands, which had been tightly wrapped around Meng Ke's waist...

The Mongols of Datong Prefecture assumed that Fang Hua's forces would wait for the various imperial detachments to assemble before launching an attack, so they merely stepped up their guard and took no other action.

Huang Feng hurriedly pulled out another map drawn by the Japanese, spread it on the ground, and began studying it once more.

Shi Fan had completely provoked Shu Yang while unarmed. Shu Yang vaulted through the air, his great spear thrusting forward like a dragon emerging from the water, splitting mid-air into sixteen spearheads that simultaneously targeted the upper, middle, and lower sections of Shi Fan's defense.

To expose Chang'e was something he could never bring himself to do. The last thing he wanted to see was Chang'e's reputation tarnished, but he could find ways to deal with Shi Fan instead.

"I know who you're talking about. Isn't it just your aunt, Gu Qingmei?" Zhu Yan'er rolled her eyes and said.

Only then did everyone realize that this utensil was most likely some sort of alchemy furnace, and the clay used to forge such apparatus naturally had to be exceptionally pure. The alchemy apparatus of the Cloud Sky Sect were indeed crafted by themselves, and truly so.

Seeing that the blue dragon still refused to let up, Ape Spirit let out a stern shout. Hearing this, the blue dragon could only aggrievedly droop its head, dispersing the gathered energy with tears swirling in its large eyes.

The battle was simple yet fierce. One side was well-trained, while the other consisted merely of farmers and butchers. Though they possessed some rudimentary martial arts skills, they were ultimately no match for regular troops. The disparity was clear from the start, and in less than half an hour, the vast majority of the primary members of the Tai'an Gang were captured. Only a handful followed the Scar-Faced Man and the swordsman who never left his side as they fled into the mountains.

"Go to the Chunman Brothel tonight." Qingyu took out a money pouch containing fifty taels and handed it to Ye Qiu.

Upon entering, a sudden gust of wind blew through, and the previously wide-open doors slammed shut with a crash. This did not startle Jiang Mingyuan, who simply drew a torch, shook his head, and surveyed the room.

"Does Mama still remember how the Song family verified my identity back then..." The corners of her crimson lips curved upward in an elegant arc.

Not only Hajji, Broken Tooth, the Eye of Human Teaching, and the sword spirit Cicily—who had appeared and vanished just as suddenly—most importantly, there was Feng Buzhi, who had brought them here.

By then, everyone in the courtyard was utterly mesmerized, all stopping in their tracks to listen to the enchanting music.

Though perplexed, they did not defy Master Feng's wishes and successively put the masks over their faces.

Could it be that he had always been at the Fourth Stage of the Martial Form Realm, and had simply been concealing his strength all along?

Qin Hu and Qin An walked with hunched shoulders against the wind, dashing out from the military camp and treading through the deep snow.

The primordial energy of heaven and earth enveloped those people, leaving those on the ground able to see only absolute darkness. Gale-force winds roared, while the figures within were completely obscured. Bolts of lightning cleaved down through the air, yet no rain fell.

"Thank you, Zorn, but I cannot accept your gift," Orianna said, handing the necklace back to him.

A fist-sized breach was blasted open in the pale silver light barrier. Immediately afterward, spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly from the opening, and the sound of shattering echoed incessantly. Within just a few breaths, the entire pale silver light barrier cracked apart, revealing Zhong Li inside, whose eyes were a tangle of hope and despair.

Seeing Chu Tianyu take the initiative to attack, the water python instead grew unhurried. Its serpentine body swayed incessantly, its fork-tongue flicking out repeatedly, looking utterly at ease.

Not fearing death was one thing, but when genuinely cornered with no way out and facing mortality, it was entirely another. Knowing for certain that one was going to die yet finding no solution—such a state of mind was filled with profound helplessness, coupled with burning rage.

This battle involved over three hundred supreme-tier combatants from both sides. Although the majority were preliminary supreme experts, the sheer number was terrifying nonetheless.

The two men stood dazed for a long time before snapping out of it like waking from a dream. Puzzled as they were, the immediate crisis had passed, and they let out a massive sigh of relief, bowing profusely as they backed out.

Throughout those few days, the traces of Yuan Xing and Wei Xueman lingered across the bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom alike.

Li Yuejiao had not expected that despite his hurried preparations, he had missed nothing, and her heart finally settled somewhat.

Han Jin longed every day to go to Jingzhou. Staying in Jiangling City made her somewhat restless—a restlessness that for the first time caused her to lose sleep and appetite, driving her onward until the Double Ninth Festival arrived.

"Daqing, Xiangyu is still in her room, right?" Though she phrased it as a question, Granny Chen did not wait for Lin Daqing's reply and walked straight toward Lin Xiangyu's room.

"However, modern societal choices are diverse. No matter how much parents care for their children, they still need to give them some space."

Naturally, at this juncture, the elite young man was finally able to articulate his vision properly. Putting it thoughtfully into words was truly no easy task.

Qin Chuchu and the Thunder-Sunder Lion engaged in a fierce battle with them. Though trapped in a severe disadvantage, they managed to stall for time, bit by bit.

"Lord Zhao, what are you spacing out for? Come over here quickly. Aren't you hungry?" Just as she was deep in thought, Lin Xiangcao's discontented voice rang out from nearby, calling to her.

"That settles it then. If no one is selling them, it means there's a business opportunity. We won't have to worry about our dried bamboo shoots not selling." Lin Xiangcao said cheerfully, as if she could already see the ground full of bamboo shoots turning into money, just waiting for her to harvest.

He remembered when he first arrived here, his physics proficiency was only around the halfway mark of Level 7.

One Plus One Entertainment's response to Sheng Kuang's infidelity scandal this time was not particularly swift, but it was certainly rigorous enough to deliver a resounding slap in the face.

The last incident had already caused a rift between her and Qiao Lijue, and she simply could not handle another one she couldn't accept.

Leaving aside the fact that all of this was inherited in accordance with He Ximing's wishes, even without He Ximing's explicit intent, Qi Xi, as He Ximing's son, had every reason to inherit it.