Chapter 52: Chapter Fifty-One: The Advancing Severus!

Lord’s mansion.

As soon as Deng Ken outlined his plan, Severus objected: “No! Too risky!”

“You bear the entire burden of Britain alone; Scandinavia is the domain of the Norse gods—what if something goes wrong?”

The Crow Queen—Tris knows more.

She knew Deng Ken enhanced his strength by defeating powerful foes; after a moment’s thought, she said: “I’ll go with you.”

Deng Ken’s influence

Fortunately, it wasn’t Long Fan’s fault… otherwise, he wouldn’t mind replacing Xu Wuzi in teaching this disciple a lesson.

Fu Yang scratched his head, embarrassed, unsure how to explain. He also saw Uncle Bear, that fat cat, lounging comfortably in Wu Mengting’s arms, glaring at him with smug defiance.

Thus he chose the second method: completely erasing the target’s consciousness, entering his own spirit into the target’s Nirwan Palace, seizing control of the target’s mind-sea to manipulate the body. This puppet differs from the first type and is also called a Spirit-Link Puppet.

In this age of heroes, for every warlord, possessing a brilliant strategist was crucial—how could a gem like Guo Jia possibly be buried?

During this time, Yang Yi occasionally gave orders, directing the disciples to turn in unison, rest briefly, and other maneuvers.

On the other side, Yan Jun returned to his room and quickly refined this pouch artifact; when he probed it with his spiritual sense, he indeed found a pile of fifth-transformation insect charms.

It was already quite late; they were in the underground parking lot of their hotel, where no one was likely to appear, so they made no effort to conceal Li Chengjie’s presence.

“Why don’t we go take a look?” Prince Mad Blade suggested. He couldn’t help but feel some concern for Yang Yi.

This combat game, designed to simulate battlefield conditions as closely as possible, required wealthy players to purchase a set of sensors and then wear heavy virtual reality gear to play.

He hadn’t looked closely, but among the other Burmese men, someone recognized Uncle Jiu and immediately rejoiced.

The man glared fiercely at Ye Zhusheng, but feeling the cold blade against his neck, he finally nodded.

He didn’t expect Li Shiyan to engage Wang Jing in a major battle; after all, Li Shiyan was a refined self-interest seeker—he knew better than anyone what consequences fighting would bring.

Seeing Li Yi nod in agreement, Ning Feng turned and got out of the car, then left. Li Yi watched Ning Feng’s retreating figure and let out a long sigh.

“Did you deliberately let me kick you, then threaten me to let you stay?” Ran Kongxia glared at Que Wu.

Her heart ached with bitterness and unease; the words tangled on her tongue, impossible to speak. Seeing Li Yuntong’s sympathetic gaze, Lam finally closed her eyes slightly, about to say: “I understand—I won’t see him again, won’t have any more ties with him”—when Li Yuntong suddenly let out a chuckle.

Having traveled all night, the three found a sheltered spot and took turns keeping watch while sleeping, not resuming their journey until the afternoon.

Before the three words left her lips, Diana suddenly knelt down, her eyes filled with unbearable sorrow. Her pitiful expression left Xu Zheng momentarily stunned.

As for why they bought breakfast at the school cafeteria: first, they were back at school, so it was convenient; second, the cafeteria wasn’t expensive.

Li Xiaoyao kept arranging the clues he had gathered in his mind, slowly piecing them together.

Cao Cao continued listening with his eyes closed, his lips trembling slightly. It was clear that, as commander of the army, his pressure was immense and his heart filled with hesitation.

Soon, hurried “tap-tap” footsteps rang out; Lü Fengxian, in his nightgown and with disheveled hair, ran out beaming with joy.

“So difficult?” Everyone assumed Cao Cao had lost weight from overwork; no one expected his army was also suffering from such severe food shortages.