Chapter 173: Ten Thousand Li of Endless Western Sea Embankment, A Thousand Years of Faintly Drifting Affairs (1.04W)

"……" Midorima looks like the blow was too great; I decided to give up on getting him back to normal.

He could have completely brushed it off, but Feng Zhanchen did not do so. When necessary, these men are still open and aboveboard as gentlemen; besides, he and Xiao Xiong were once close friends, so it should be understandable.

I stood there stunned; compared to the bewildered Kise, I suddenly felt a kind of… sense of loss, as if I had been left behind.

Having such a clever subordinate is very easy for Liu Yu—whatever the matter, they will do it perfectly for you, no need to say so much.

He wore a white shirt, several buttons undone, revealing a solid chest; under the dim yellow lamplight, he smoked, the haze of smoke drifting, very seductive.

Of course there are also many who were wronged and framed; these people all think that as long as they do not leave the Central Plains, they will have a chance to take revenge.

Only the roof, walls, and door were still intact. If he had not come to take a look in time, by the time he arrived the whole school would have been torn down.

Mainly it was feared that the princess consort, delicate and frail, would not sleep well. In truth he hoped she would return to her room to rest, but he figured she would not feel at ease.

He Quanling did not know what she was talking about—did he not always obey her, searching everywhere in the woods for fruit?

This type of second-generation heir born into a family of bells, cauldrons, and feasts roughly falls into two kinds. Either they act wildly with an ungovernable temperament, or they possess their father's dignified bearing, handling themselves with no slip-ups. In short, both kinds are very difficult to deal with.

He just had not expected these opium-devil soldiers to fight no worse than the Anhui troops—for that two taels of opium, they really dared to strap explosives to their backs and ram you.

How many rooms there are, we do not know, because the ever-burning lamps here inexplicably vanished toward the back; the end was a blur of darkness we could not see clearly, so we could only press forward.

In the great garden of the main residence, lanterns hung everywhere, bright as daylight, packed with maidservants, servants, and guests; the atmosphere was most lively. Those dressed in brocade and embroidery were all excitedly discussing different topics, their warm familiarity making it seem as if everyone there were old acquaintances.

"Him then—perfect to test my new martial art. I'll set off now. Don't be impatient; seek progress within stability." He rose and stretched lazily, gazing into the distance.

"In this freezing weather, you can't really be sick, can you?" Lin Mengyao said, still in her usual cool manner.

She was now employing a bewitching-heart-and-mind technique, but it had no effect whatsoever on Qi Zhen; however, he pretended to be hit by it, letting a hint of affection show in his eyes as he looked at her.

The frown on Tang Xin's brow gradually eased, and she nodded: "It is late today; let the two vice sect leaders rest and recover from their wounds first. Tomorrow morning I will go and personally check on their injuries!" With that she turned and left at once, departing the great hall.

Yang Hongsen did not go down to the docks to welcome Sa Zhenbing's return; he did not place much stock in these two new-style warships. In fact, he valued more the Sino-American cooperation in the submarine field. Just as the Zhenhai and Dinghai were entering port, Yang Hongsen was sitting inside the British Consulate-General in Shanghai.

Di He did not notice anything amiss in his gaze, and went on by himself deepening in his mind that possibility that had flashed into being a moment ago.

Seeing that he had already arrived at the school, Chen Xue stood aside and spoke very seriously. Under the present circumstances, she could only first give him a proper reminder, to avoid trouble arising later.

At this moment, Yang Tian and the other two were in closed-door cultivation, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Ye Fei did not know how to explain either; he just casually brushed it off with a few words, then sent everyone off to rest.

"Left Protector, don't be too grieved—the culprits have all been killed by you." Guangxing and Guangyi walked over. Their hearts were also very uneasy, but they still had to comfort the Left Protector.

The moment Su Yuheng stepped into the inner room, she caught a whiff of a faint fragrance laced with the smell of charcoal. Aunt Xu was a woman who cared greatly about appearances; her daily food, clothing, and use were all extremely refined, and in serving her father she left no fault to be found. Within the household she had earned a reputation for being gentle and virtuous; compared to her somewhat aloof and cold mother, née Cui, she was far more liked by the whole residence.

Bird's eyes lit up. The annihilation of the British reinforcements meant they were safe; at the same time, he marveled at the combat prowess of the Chinese army—it was truly beyond the capabilities of their militia. Seeing the soldiers around him heavily armed, his impractical notion was promptly extinguished.

Nie Feng spent less than five minutes finishing the acupuncture treatment for Director Xia, and Director Xia seemed to have taken "Viagra"—his spirit suddenly became full and vigorous.

"Haha, silly girl, we'll talk about it later!" Su Yuheng pinched her cheek; Jinrao pouted her lips, then broke into a smile again.

Under normal circumstances, if one wishes to use acupuncture at the Qianding point to make a person lose consciousness, there is one prerequisite: the needles must be kept in for more than half a minute.

Only now did Han Haicheng realize that his group had entered Tibetan territory. Because headquarters had issued an order forbidding clashes with Tibetan forces, he did not dare act rashly.

Precisely because of this, they were always able to get rest, so these apprentice cooks felt their workload had decreased and they were not as exhausted as before; work efficiency had correspondingly improved a little. This virtuous cycle made the situation of Liu Hui's team better and better.

The interview is an important hurdle in a mentor choosing a student. Whether one can win a mentor's favor, whether one can be chosen by the mentor one has set one's heart on—for many people this is a crucial pass. However, for those who had long since made contact with the mentors, this final round was merely a formality.

Qi Su-niang was both surprised at Qin Daoran's standing before Ninth Master—if he had not been certain Ninth Master would shield him, how would he dare act so? And she was surprised at the weight Qi Qiang held in Qin Daoran's eyes—if he did not value him greatly, why risk offending his elder brother and refuse to let go?

Zuo Jiayin ignored Meng Tianchu, walked from before the desk to sit on the bed. Meng Tianchu followed and sat down beside Zuo Jiayin, taking her hand. Zuo Jiayin tried to pull free, but Meng Tianchu held on insistently; Zuo Jiayin had no choice but to let him, though she turned her face away to one side and would not look at him.

The little Monk really was formidable—the moment he appeared he raised his hand to block the Green Hairpin. There was only a light slap; Yijie caught the terrifying killing weapon barehanded. It was also because the girl had not struck the lotus platform with full force—her main target was Zhang Pa—so Yijie blocked it easily.

Letting the Sea of Consciousness take over control of the Moonlight True Qi, Yang Yun went to examine the abnormality of the bracelet. The Celestial Dog Stone bracelet looked perfectly normal; only the skin pressed tight against it could feel that several of the beads within were growing hot.