23 Please Come to My House for Dinner 23

Utaeris ignored him. At this moment, Mithridates found the spectacle rather pleasing: on one hand, the rites of Priapus could boost the morale of his own troops, while on the other, the interrogation of the Roman dog captives might reveal a way to defeat the Eighth Legion across the field.

"In any case, having you to protect me is enough. Keep this thing; you’ll have something to play with when you’re bored," Chen Xi said dismissively.

Yet, if he could so generously "send" Guo Jia to Jiangdong, why couldn't he treat Jia Xu with equal fairness and "send" him to Jingxiang?

Upon seeing the object, Han Feng felt his head buzz. His originally stiff and cold body was so frightened by it that he stumbled back two steps.

"My King, Tigranes, your reluctance to shed more blood is a mercy toward the Romans, but these barbarians will show no gratitude. You must make them bleed—bleed profusely—to compensate for the blood of Mithradates," Nysa instigated, seizing the opportunity.

"You must come out and testify to all of this," Demetrius pleaded, looking at Carabis, who was "vilely" hiding in the corner on the balcony of the apartment building.

The Slaughter Army occupied Guanzhong and Liangzhou, the power of the Fangtou Army in Henan had completely disintegrated, and the New Righteous Army’s influence reached straight to Luoyang, connecting with Guanzhong and providing mutual support. Thinking of this prospect, Shi Qing grew restless and sent someone early the next morning to urge Ma Qiu to come for a consultation.

Even though they had slowed their pace to talk while walking, and the passageway was winding and erratic, the actual distance moved was not as far as it felt. Still, based on their speed, they had covered enough ground to span a city block, yet only now did they seem to have truly stepped into the heart of the prison.

However, such support was primarily psychological. Such launches were extremely energy-intensive, and the interval between each launch would be very long. From takeoff to impact, the entire flight of a ballistic missile to Japan would take at most ten minutes; how many could they possibly intercept?

Though Fu Tong had been drinking, he was not dead drunk. Noting the dry weather and fire risk, he went with those around him to put out the flames. Later, hearing the sounds of slaughter emerging from the students' dormitories, Fu Tong hurriedly ordered a rescue, but by the time he reached the quarters, many students had already been cut down by the intruders.

The room was quiet. Lofi was not at home; at this hour, she was likely out running errands or perhaps at a restaurant.

Raymond’s brow furrowed. Intuition told him the expeditionary force might fall into a bitter struggle here. If he were in Richard’s shoes, he would certainly abandon the indefensible Oasis City and instead fight a positional battle against the expeditionary force here.

"Come, let's have a drink." Old Tie laughed, walking toward the canteen with his hands behind his back. He ordered the mess cooks to wash the vegetables and cut the meat quickly, intending to take charge of the stove himself to whip up a couple of good dishes.

"I don't want to become an immortal! I don't want to be separated from Xin'er!" Junxi shouted, his figure flashing as he pulled me firmly into his embrace, his face full of stubbornness.

"Huahua, Maomao, Adai, I'm going to relieve myself. Help me guard this territory; don't let anyone else take it. Tonight, when I collect the money, I'll buy you meat buns," I said, arms akimbo, making arrangements with great seriousness.

This was even more sinister. To think one had to control their own will—what kind of malicious person would want to turn someone into a puppet?

Chen Langya nodded slightly. Zhang Sanfeng was a legendary figure, the founder of Taiji, yet those who could truly carry forward the essence of Taiji were few and far between. Even the formidable white-haired elder praised him highly, admitting that his own Hunyuan Qi Palm paled in comparison.

"It’s too terrifying there! I beg you, please don't go there. The Guardian is powerful; it is simply a devil—it’s too horrific!" Long San clutched his head and crouched on the ground, a look of madness on his face, his expression one of fear and agony.

Tiansheng was left between laughing and crying by Xinyu’s advice, realizing that Xinyu had misunderstood and thought he held a grudge against the hunchback, thus urging him to show mercy.

After this battle, Richard’s contribution to the City of the Sun that Never Sets jumped into the top ten, earning him the right to speak up at the fortress's highest council.

"Hefeng is right. Lian Shuang, go urge them to see if the hot water has been delivered. Hefeng, come and help me change; I have chosen to bathe," Rong Lan nodded and said.

A single sentence caused the bandit sisters, who had been on the verge of pouncing like tigresses, to halt their movements.

If the humanoid statue were compared to a suit of armor, then my current situation was extremely awkward: I could command the suit, but I had no way to take it off.

"Ye Chen, this is what you forced me to do!" Wang Kai said, his hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, and his body filled with malice.

Zhan Ying took out the key and opened the door. Just as he was about to let Ghost Hand enter first, he suddenly sensed with sensitivity that a strange aura had appeared in the house.

Kuang Ba’s body traced a beautiful parabola in the air, and then, due to the pull of gravity, plummeted rapidly from the three-thousand-one-hundred-meter-high Shennong Peak. As he fell, his final desperate scream echoed.

"It’s quite hard to add you on WeChat." Tang Zhongkai immediately sent a message to greet her, though the tone sounded somewhat sarcastic.

Inside were healing salves, gifted by others when he had been injured previously; they were quite effective.

He had just decided to cause trouble for Ye Chen after Chu Hefeng left, but now it seemed that even Ye Chen was someone he could not touch?

Just as Gan Qingsi raised his cup, Xi Ruobai took over. Though he did not speak, everyone understood his meaning; after all, Gan Qingsi was injured, and everyone understood.

The rain soaked his hair, plastering it to his cheeks, and the water dripped from his chin onto the lapels of his chest. The rainwater blurred, lingering for a long time without dispersing.

Su Xuan noticed that Liang Yong’s gaze was slowly changing and felt a sudden sense of foreboding. Sure enough, Liang Yong continued.

Barha hurriedly stopped him. "Alas, second brother, do not be impatient. There is no need to rush in swallowing the Eagle-Wolf Manor; we must discuss this properly."