Chapter 136: Spring Festival Updates Continue as Usual Every Day—Rest Assured, Everyone

During the Spring Festival, updates will continue as usual every day—rest assured, everyone.

"What is this place? Why am I being scorched by flames? You're still alive, right?" She stood there, able to feel the scalding heat of the surrounding fire.

After waiting until the car had driven off into the distance, out of sight, she finally scrambled to think of someone to contact; the first person she reached out to was the lawyer she had hired, and the second call she made was to the American Embassy in Huaxia.

"Kneel." Liu Shikai listened to the J-person's words; his fury subsided quite a bit, yet it added a measure of solemnity.

Speaking of the reason, Bo Qinghuan was truly speechless. He shook his head and sighed: "Isn't it just that Dugu Xing was questioning Jiang Yiting about why Fei Luan had been injured so badly."

Liu Shi cupped the tea bowl and took a big gulp; feeling much more comfortable in her heart, her complexion gradually returned to normal.

An Yueheng turned back to look at the person on the bed, her voice cool and quiet: "What he feels toward me is regret, is guilt, is something he could never obtain. Perhaps he did once love me, but what he loved even more was the empire."

When an actor develops psychological issues, they will not easily let others know—this is the greatest privacy.

Everyone knows that beneath Wan Qi's cold words lies, in truth, a kindness that does not wish to drag them into the matter.

"Yan Yue, I am willing to believe you. From now on, I will protect you." Gan Lin suddenly grabbed Yan Yue's hand, his tone utterly solemn.

This demands that they keep up in every aspect—for instance, wealth, connections, and also their own learning and talent, and the like.

"Lin Tao, Wei Dayong, who authorized your military operation?" At this moment, Political Commissar Zhao Gang suddenly said sternly.

"I happen to know a little!" Lin Tao had just finished speaking when he saw a fierce-looking old woman binding Azhu and Abi by the hands with a rope, dragging them over; behind her followed Wang Yuyan, her face anxious, tears glimmering in her eyes.

There must not be the slightest panic, because this time, if he were to lose his composure for even a moment, then it would be all over.

This gunner, holding the fuse, hesitated briefly—glancing at his comrades charging in the distance, glancing at the rain of arrows and rolling stones falling from the city wall—then resolutely threw himself forward, using his body as a prop to press down on the powder pack.

Chen Tingzhi instantly used the Four-Phase Bodhi Heart to devour the doubt, retreat, and worry that suddenly welled up in his mind, turning them instead into nourishment for the growth of his spiritual will, and calmly continued forward along the Divine Bridge.

The moment Lacazette got the ball, Barzagli pressed up on him; Lacazette passed back to the surging Nainggolan, who met the ball and let fly a long shot, and the veteran goalkeeper Buffon made a beautiful diving save sideways, holding the ball securely in his arms.

Using the combat technique of seeping force, he barely managed to extract the dark force and release it; the vital essence within Chen Tingzhi's body was depleted by half. However, within the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, magic power surged endlessly—black waters roiled, the Life Spring gushed—and the vital essence lost in his body was immediately replenished.

Facing a scene of this scale, the Imperial Mage Corps was nothing but window-dressing; even these necromancers looked down on them. If one were truly to cast a Finger of Death, the entire camp would probably vanish from the face of the earth.

"Young Lord Sun, Old Qiao from Wancheng has sent a letter," a vice-general said to Sun Ce, who was at that moment worried and anxious.

"Hah! As if you're the only one who can fire rapid arrows!" Zhao Fenzheng saw Lin Shixiong fire several arrows in succession, hitting a few of the enemy soldiers, acting extremely arrogant and domineering.

My throat couldn't help but gulp once; I gripped the strange asynchronous rifle tightly, my eyes fixed dead ahead on the end of the iron chain—on the trunk of the ghost vine tree.

A muddled voice, words that did not form sentences, and two pairs of glistening eyes straining hard to keep their eyelids open—the two delicate girls couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, this Li has taken note." Shopkeeper Li hung his head low; a dark glint flashed through his eyes. Heh heh, the eldest young master of the Liu family—who wouldn't know him?

Bai Zhi, summoning the last of her strength, at the very instant those villainous servants threw Qin Simiao off the cliff, used her will to send him into the Clear Spirit Realm.

Xi Qianxue crashed heavily to the ground; upon impact, she couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of fresh blood, and, deathly pale, looked up at the man standing in the air.

"Jian Man, don't you remember? That day, after I ran into you, you didn't recognize me, so I played a little trick on you. I'm very sorry—I shouldn't have played such a joke." His voice was gentle and calm, carrying an apology.

In her view, Consort Yu ought to have looked as though she had died once over; she hadn't expected her complexion to be this good—after a cesarean birth, her face was rosy as if she were a normal person.

Because she was still wearing that grey evening gown she had changed into last night for the solemn farewell.

Gu Zi'an glanced at him and said lightly: "If you could 'spend' a little more time listening in class each period, you'd pass on your own." She had noticed that ever since she had asked Xia Ke in the bar what he was tinkering with in each class, this person had become even more brazen, and so, by nature, he no longer bothered to hide it, simply laying it all out in writing.

However, Shen Shanhe had changed, the land had become barren, no longer as it once was; the Qi Dragon lay hidden, leaving no trace to be found. To merge heaven and earth, one still needs to know what the terrain was like back then.

When facing enemies now, she felt somewhat unequal to the task; although her cultivation had risen, the enemies she faced were also growing ever stronger. Her old attack techniques were beginning to seem insufficient, and the Nine-Refinement Immortal Cultivation Art, upon reaching the sixth refinement, would come with new attack techniques.

"Brother, my name is Zhuang Zhou—Zhuang as in Zhuangzi, Zhou as in a boat sailing. Let's get to know each other?" The fatty sidled over with a smile and spoke.

Before the black shadow could pounce on Hua Jiu, a figure darted down from the rooftop, broom in hand, and with one swing sent the black shadow flying, crashing heavily into the pool.

"Now that the pursuing Shu army has also surrendered, and the Luocheng garrison numbers no more than ten thousand, we can seize the chance to take Luocheng, advance on Chengdu, and bring Yizhou under our control!" Liu Qi narrowed his eyes and said.

Seeing his affirmative gaze, Jun Yan finally nodded as well; with a flash, he moved to the very front.

The thick glacier, impassable to anyone, was easily split apart by Liu Wuchen, and a faint reddish aura slowly rose to the surface.

At this moment, the Chixiao Spirit Sword was still dim and lusterless, but the aura upon it had grown stronger by countless times compared to three years ago.

Jun Yan was somewhat puzzled—especially with the lesson he had just learned firsthand, he could not let his guard down any further, because those he faced were all vicious and evil to the extreme; the fresh blood staining these people's hands was simply too much, so much that Jun Yan probably could not even imagine it.

Shangguan Yun felt a chill run through his scalp; he had never expected Wan Wancheng to sow discord between him and Nan Gongpo like this. Yet he was trapped in a cage, unable even to escape, let alone stop these people. He resolved secretly that he must find some way to notify Gu Qinghe and the others, so they could prepare in advance.