Chapter 111: Licking Dog? Licking Cat!

Li Chen had been holding on this long only by sheer willpower; how could he spare time to care about other sounds, even if it was the Princess Changle in his arms?

Zhang Biao nodded, paused briefly to think, then gave a few instructions to his personal squad members who followed him.

“Master, what exactly have you two done?” Han Yuyi looked at them both with confusion, even feeling utterly baffled.

Zheng Yue sent several palm blasts toward the direction of the cotton threads, then broke free from Tianyu’s arm, flipped over, and pressed herself onto Tianyu’s back, hugging his shoulders tightly as she felt several needle-like objects pierce her back.

After speaking, Xuan Long walked away with a helpless expression, seemingly no longer intending to acknowledge Han Yuyi, feeling a quiet resentment inside.

“Chai Lingwu, sneaking up from behind is bad enough, but now you dare use hidden weapons against my master—do you have any shame?” the boy pointed at Chai Lingwu and rebuked him.

Wan Lin spoke in confusion, following the vines and seeing they extended from behind the village chief’s house, with a miniature mutated plant standing beside them, walking on its own roots.

Li Chen looked at the subordinates following him and thought: once a lone bachelor, now I’ve got a whole family in tow.

An Xian stepped inside and saw An Qing sitting on the sofa, wearing a fitted qipao embroidered with azaleas.

You must also understand a force called Sword Intent—this power is mysterious and formidable; mastering it lets you easily fight opponents above your level, while without it, you can only follow the slow path, cultivating your Dao until reaching perfection.

“Throughout history, whether a thousand years ago or a thousand years hence, everyone seeks to possess and hoard divine artifacts—why do you, Yu Fan, treat them as ordinary jade?” Fang Bo turned his head and stared deeply at Yu Fan.

The door was violently smashed open, shattering into pieces; two palms entered before the door, striking toward Yu Fan’s back with lightning speed, followed by two men in blue robes wearing ghost masks.

Zhang Yiman wore a dazed expression, staring blankly at Qin Xiaoxiao, then turned her head toward the figure standing not far ahead.

After struggling for a long time, Zhang Ruming finally crawled out, looked up—and found Li Jianshan standing right before him.

The merchant ship’s speed couldn’t match that of a warship; though they piled up in layers, to Abel Kui , it was merely a matter of firing a few more cannons.

Alan patted Arthur’s neck and pointed toward his home; Arthur understood at once and began slowly circling downward.

Just as he flew over ten miles, Xue Qiang Hong Chi arrived—the demon commander wasn’t playing; he wanted you for your bloodline, and refusal meant death.

If Yu Fan hadn’t pulled her, and if Leng Wushuang had shown even the slightest resistance when Yu Fan reached for her, that bullet would have struck her head.

His anger, resentment, and unwillingness stemmed largely from the fact that this had become an eternal regret.

Gui Daofu fell silent; his vigor and spirit vanished instantly. Yes, he admitted his crime, he felt remorse—but when he looked at me, his eyes revealed reluctance.

But Heaven’s Dao experts wield immense power; even if Ji Yuchen caught him off guard and killed him, the dying strike of a Heaven’s Dao expert would surely claim Ji Yuchen’s life.

“Swallow it!” Li Xinru glared, her pale, delicate hand pinching Lu Chen’s waist hard; with a “gulping” sound, Lu Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed twice before finally swallowing the soup.

Wherever we go, we go—forget about this for now. Think instead about how to use Brother Three’s weapon—don’t let it go to waste, and give Wen Niangzi a chance to prove herself, right? Wen Niangzi is capable, no doubt—but she’s just too big and rough-looking.

Siye Xumu and Mozi Ling bolstered the Red Flag Army’s brothers. Tian Zhen and Feng Luoye moved stealthily from the flanks, while Zhang Shuai and Du Ziteng charged straight through the center.

Two arrows struck the rooster; blood spurted out, and after one cry, it collapsed.

Li Feng had insisted on calling him “Senior,” but Zhang Yang wanted things ordinary; after some persuasion, Li Feng reluctantly accepted calling him Brother Zhang.

“Hey, Shenwu is still waiting for us to return. Besides, this whole area belongs to Chen Shichang—where could we possibly run?” Du Yuesheng’s tone carried calmness, utterly incongruous with his current situation and inner emotions.

“I know, so I want to wait until all your cultivations have improved, then create a major disturbance in the Sole True Realm—this should make the ancient elders in Sheng Tian sit up and take notice. Once they come, our pressure eases significantly!” Xu Hong outlined his general plan.

An Nian’s lips were still swollen and glossy, her breath carrying his scent, her voice soft and sweet, as if dipped in sugar.

Her cultivation had reached the sixth or seventh level of Golden Core, but her internal qi was wildly chaotic.

She attributed it to the fact that her supposed best friend, after ascending, saw her and said nothing—only stared at her like she was foolish.

Just like dealing with Gan Guoyang, you need a three-man encirclement, or unconventional tactics like early double-teaming, to disrupt Jordan’s ball-handling rhythm and achieve better results.

The Gu family had many branches, but at the head of the main line, only Gu Jingcheng, the sole son, held the first right of succession.

He noticed that most gentlemen entering and leaving the club moved with crisp, powerful gestures, brimming with vitality; their physiques were robust, even showing signs of training.

Though tonight’s attempt ended in failure, he saw clear hope—and his mood remained good.

Several Body Tempering cultivators were struck and hung on the ropes, dying, blood oozing from nose and mouth, their bodies limp and dangling.

Edwards, though tall, was a poor defender; despite his height and reach, he rarely blocked a single shot in a game, and his footwork couldn’t keep up.

Xu Wei rummaged through the bundle, pulled out several garments—she could alter them later to fit. From memory, both countryside and town were poor now, everything scarce; the bundle held dozens of silver dollars and a stack of black ten-yuan bills—this must be the second series of Renminbi.

Internally, she longed to immediately pull her foot back, but she couldn’t—she needed this facade of strength; she must not show weakness to the enemy.

“Remember your place when dealing with people and matters. Today you’re lucky—otherwise, I’d have crippled you!” Lin Rui narrowed his eyes, two sharp beams shooting out, piercing the soul, like twin steel blades driving into one’s spirit and heart.