Chapter 136: Spring Festival Proceeds as Usual, Everyone Rest Assured

During the Spring Festival, everything proceeds as usual; everyone rest assured.

"Where is this place? Why am I being scorched by flames? You're still alive, aren't you?" She stood there, feeling the searing heat of the surrounding fire.

Only after the car had driven far away and vanished from sight did she frantically remember to seek help—first contacting the lawyer she had hired, then calling the U. . Embassy in Huaxia.

"Kneel," Liu Shikai said, hearing J's words; his anger lessened somewhat, but his authority increased tenfold.

When asked the reason, Bo Qinghuan was speechless; he shook his head and sighed: "It's because Du Gu Xing questioned Jiang Yiting about why Fei Luan was injured so severely."

Liu Shi clasped her teacup and drained a large gulp; her inner discomfort eased considerably, and her complexion gradually returned to normal.

An Yueheng turned back to gaze at the figure on the bed, his voice cool and hollow: "He regrets me, feels guilt, yearns for what he can't have. Perhaps he once loved me—but he loves his empire more."

Actors rarely let others know when they're suffering psychological issues; it's their greatest secret.

Everyone knows that beneath Wan Qi's cold words lies a kind-hearted desire not to drag them into this mess.

"Yan Yue, I choose to believe you. From now on, I will protect you," Gan Lin suddenly seized Yan Yue's hand, his tone grave beyond measure.

This demands they keep pace in every aspect—finances, connections, and personal talent, among others.

"Lin Tao, Wei Dayong—who authorized your military operation?" At that moment, Political Commissar Zhao Gang suddenly barked.

"I know a little!" Lin Tao had just spoken when a haggard old woman, her face twisted with malice, dragged A Zhu and A Bi forward by ropes tied to their wrists; behind them followed Wang Yuyan, face pale with anxiety, tears glistening.

There can be no hint of panic—because if I falter this time, I'm finished.

The gunpowder soldier hesitated briefly, glancing at his comrades charging in the distance and the rain of arrows and boulders falling from the city walls; then he resolutely threw himself forward, using his body as a prop to brace the gunpowder pack.

Chen Tingzhi instantly swallowed the sudden surges of doubt, retreat, and worry with his Four Phases Bodhi Heart, transforming them into nourishment for his spiritual will, and calmly continued advancing along the Divine Bridge.

As Lacazette received the ball, Balzali closed in; Lacazette passed back to Nani, who struck a powerful long-range shot; the veteran goalkeeper Buffon made a brilliant diving save, securing the ball firmly in his arms.

After barely extracting the hidden force using the infiltration technique, Chen Tingzhi's body lost half its life essence—but within his Wheel Sea Realm, his magic power flowed endlessly, black waters surging, the life spring roaring; his depleted life essence was instantly replenished.

In such a grand scene, the Empire's mage corps are mere spectators; even the necromancers look down on them. If one truly cast a Death Finger, the entire camp would vanish from the earth.

"Sun Lang, the elder Qiao from Wan City has sent a letter," a subordinate said to Sun Ce, who was deep in worry.

"Hey! You think you're the only one who can fire rapid arrows!" Zhao Fen saw Lin Shixiong firing several arrows in succession, striking several brave warriors, and felt his arrogance unbearable.

My throat involuntarily swallowed with a 'glug'; I gripped the strange asynchronous rifle tightly, eyes locked on the end of the chain—the trunk of the ghost vine tree.

Muffled, incoherent murmurs; two pairs of shimmering eyes strained to open, their delicate faces struggling—unavoidably, they smiled.

"Yes, yes, Li Mou has taken note," Li the Shopkeeper bowed his head, a shadow of cunning glinting in his eyes; he chuckled: Liu's eldest son—who doesn't know him?

Bai Zhi, using her last ounce of strength, at the very moment the cruel servants hurled Qin Simiao over the cliff, sent him into the Qingling Realm with her will.

Xi Qianxue crashed heavily to the ground; upon impact, she spat another mouthful of blood, her face deathly pale as she stared at the man hovering in midair.

"Jian Man, don't you remember? That day after I met you, you didn't recognize me, so I played a trick on you—I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a joke." His voice was calm and gentle, laced with regret.

In her view, Consort Yu should have looked as if she'd died once—but her complexion was so good, her face flushed and healthy as if she'd given birth normally.

Because she was still wearing the gray evening gown she'd changed into the previous night for a solemn farewell.

Gu Zian glanced at him, speaking coolly: "If you spent more time paying attention in class, you'd pass on your own." She noticed that since asking him in the bar what he fiddled with during each lesson, he'd become even more brazen—so she simply stopped hiding it altogether and laid his notes out openly.

But mountains and rivers have changed, the land has turned barren, the ancient qi dragons have vanished without a trace; to understand the fusion of heaven and earth, one must know the terrain of that era.

She now feels weak in battle; though her cultivation base has grown, her enemies have grown stronger too. Her old attack spells are no longer sufficient, and the Ninth Practice Immortal Scripture grants a new attack technique upon reaching the sixth practice.

"Brother, I'm Zhuang Zhou—Zhuang from Zhuangzi, Zhou from sailing boat. Let's get acquainted?" The fat man smiled warmly as he edged closer.

Before the shadow could reach Hua Jiu, a figure dropped from the roof, wielding a broom that swept the shadow clean away, sending it crashing into the pond.

"The Sichuan troops pursuing us have surrendered; Luocheng's defenders number no more than ten thousand. Now is the chance to seize Luocheng, advance on Chengdu, and take control of Yizhou!" Liu Qi narrowed his eyes and said.

Seeing his determined gaze, Jun Yan finally nodded, then flashed forward to the front.

The thick glacier, impassable to others, parted effortlessly before Liu Wuchen; a faintly red aura slowly rose upward.

At this moment, the Chi Xiao Spirit Sword still glowed dimly, yet its aura had grown stronger by countless times compared to three years ago.

Jun Yan was puzzled—especially after his own recent experience—and he could not afford to lower his guard, for those he faced were utterly ruthless, their hands stained with so much blood that Jun Yan could scarcely imagine the scale.

Cloud of the Shangguan's heart turned cold; he never expected Jin Wancheng would provoke Nan Gong Po so brazenly—but he was trapped, unable even to flee, let alone stop them. He resolved inwardly: he must find a way to warn Gu Qinghe and the others, so they could prepare in advance.