Young Master, You Can't 04

Moving forward, Liu Xiaodong took Qin Hao by the hand, looking him up and down while showering him with endless praise.

"I... can do it!" Xia Tian said with firm determination. Whether he agreed or not, he had no way of "stealing" the technological achievements of the Great Ming to offer to his homeland, so he had no choice but to agree.

Learning Mu Xuefu's true identity felt like a bolt from the blue to him. He found it utterly ridiculous; people who should have been dead were appearing before his eyes one by one. He even began to doubt whether that massacre in the past had ever truly existed.

Han Bing did not hesitate to fire a rifle grenade in that direction. With a dull thud, the grenade launched from the barrel. Before the grenade even landed and exploded, she had already pulled the trigger at an enemy, firing a three-round burst of "ta-ta-ta" to drop one.

Lin Zhixiao naturally knew that all of this was connected to his recent trip to the capital, and naturally linked to Huang Yunxiang's promotion as Governor Guo's wife. However, he was naturally thrilled that the rural urbanization transformation of Dayu Islet could receive such strong financial support from the provincial government.

Xia Tian ordered that this news be strictly sealed and kept secret, and instructed Dongfang to immediately release information pigeons, doing everything humanly possible to find a "flesh pigeon."

Mu Xuefu had her sit down and said, "Don't thank me, the Prince made this decision." She cleanly distanced herself, directly shifting the entire matter onto Jing Rong, since it was his choice to begin with.

It seemed that Lord Taishang Laojun had not lied to her at all. If she had truly pursued her enemies all the way up to the Celestial Realm back then, a furious Taishang Laojun might very well have asked the Queen Mother of the West to put her to death.

If it were in the past, given the Heart Cloud Sect's accumulation over thousands of years, it would probably only have been able to sustain itself for a dozen days or so at most. But now, with a spirit stone mine that could be endlessly mined, there was enough energy to fully drive various Dao-pattern formations. For the Heart Cloud Sect, this could be considered good news.

It was just like the old story of the mouse and the lion—though even Meng Qi thought that such a day would never truly come.

However, Tong Niuer had always held life cheap and death dear, looking upon his own life as worthless as a goose feather and showing no pity for himself. Charging forward desperately at the risk of his life was his consistent style.

Upon arriving at the Empress's palace, seeing a crowd of starving refugees eating steamed cakes with apparent relish, he grew somewhat hungry himself and thought: "After all these years of husband-and-wife devotion, surely I can at least scrounge a full meal!"

"Want to see? Keep dreaming," Gong Weiwei said as she bent over to stand up, returning to the second floor together with Tian Xiao.

Early the next morning, Tian Tian took out twenty-two hundred yuan in cash and delivered it personally to Lawyer Ruan, expressing her deep and repeated gratitude.

Actually, the information Eunuch Yang gave Tong Niuer was not false; it was simply delayed by quite a bit of time. By this point, Wei Zhongxian had already left Fengyang and was returning to the capital by imperial decree.

Wang Hou's face turned completely pale. The words the Holy Monk had just spoken were precisely what he had heard in his dream. What was going on? Could last night not have been a dream? Or had the Holy Monk used some kind of divine power to transmit the message to him in the form of a dream?

Hearing the miserable sounds coming from within, terrified beyond measure, they crowded and rushed inside. After taking a look, both of them were completely dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what had happened.

Xinyu drew her bow and said, "Han Zhao, go test his basic attacks and skills." Hearing this, Han Zhao's face was covered in black lines as he let out a sigh.

Shen Xin seemed to have heard Zhuang Feng say something, but didn't catch it clearly, so she asked right there, "What?"

Seeing that the object falling down was merely a coffin with nothing else unusual about it, everyone's hanging hearts relaxed by a fraction.

Neither Yue Yi nor Zhou Cang had any objections to this idea. Yue Yi believed the move was safe with no obvious loopholes, while Zhou Cang simply hadn't thought deeply about it. Perhaps even Xiao Mo hadn't realized that after several battles and through subtle influence, his own military capabilities had slightly improved.

Spiritual treasures of heaven and earth like the Purple Jade Ginseng were things to be met by chance rather than sought; one might be fortunate enough to catch a glimpse, but capturing them was entirely out of the question. Even Heaven Martial Realm experts far more formidable than Tang Liyuan had very low success rates, and Tang Liyuan could not guarantee a hundred percent success in capturing such a spirit entity.

As the two of them switched positions, Zhang Lingyun aggravated his recent injuries, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood before retreating hastily. The third man in black paused for a split second, a dazzling brilliance instantly flashing through his eyes.

Precisely because of this reason, shrines dedicated to the Grand Patriarch of the Thousand Gu Cave, the Nine-Tailed Fairy Ancestor, were built everywhere in Shilin City, and an endless stream of people came to burn incense and offer worship.

"Zhao Wuji, Eighth Master Zhao?" Old Chai sneered, as if he had found a new backer and completely disregarded my Second Uncle.

He could sense that the strength of the people outside was immense, far beyond what the elders of the righteous alliance could compare to. There was even one person who vaguely gave him a sense of crisis.

Qu Yi was taken aback. "Slaves?" Although he had some understanding of the Desolate Kingdom, it was quite limited, and he did not understand the distinctions among these slaves.

All seven of them were startled. None of them expected Cui Binh to choose to get married at a time like this. After all, a major war could break out at any moment, and getting marriage involved inevitable entanglements—and entanglements meant trouble.

"She will definitely be fine..." Cui Binh's expression was tense. He looked around the room and only found Xiao Shiyuri's cell phone along with some already packed luggage; the only thing missing was Xiao Shiyuri herself.

Listening to the tongue-twister-like question, my brain spun for a long time before I finally understood what Lele was trying to express.

"Are you alright?" Sijun Hao asked in a hoarse voice right beside her ear, occasionally nibbling and biting her earlobe.

With that, she directly shoved the pill into her mouth and swallowed it down in one fluid motion. Lan Er was getting better and better at this; he had even prepared calcium tablets for her. Next time, she would definitely make a brocaded banner for him, embroidered with the words "Best Husband."

Wei Rentong held his aching chest with one hand while flipping open his cloak with the other; that "ghost" had long since vanished without a trace.

Although Ren Anmin was also quite annoyed by the Korean officer's remarks, unlike old Ge's fiery temper, as a political instructor he attached great importance to the solidarity of allied forces. Without translating old Ge's cursing word for word, his phrasing remained extremely stern and earnest.

He Xiaozhi stared blankly at him for a long time before shifting her gaze to the empty air beyond the guardrail. Tears welled up in her eyes, spinning round and round, refusing stubbornly to fall. She felt that she was so foolish today, truly acting like a fool; she had never felt such self-pity as she did right now.

With a series of consecutive explosions, the protective light barrier generated by Li Qianzhan's "Universe Samsara Mirror" developed several cracks, making it clear that this mirror was by no means an invincible treasure.