Chapter 235: Little Fish Departs, Jingyi Heavily Wounded

"Xiaoyu, I'm not in a rush for the Purple Mansion, so choosing the Aperture Purple Mansion method is just right.

But even without immediate worries, long-term concerns are always there.

Once I reach the Purple Mansion, will the Aperture Purple Mansion method be able to support me going far?"

One very counterintuitive logic is this: opening the Purple Mansion is simple, but becoming a Purple Mansion is hard.

Wang Yulou is not short of dharma methods, and White Carp also said that following Master Mangxiang is the current optimal solution, but he had to consider what to do after he himself became a Purple Mansion.

The others

This place is right where everyone can see it, but most of the time it gets overlooked — that is the rammed-earth city wall that encircles Heqing City.

Although this plan cannot solve Tsurumi Rumi's problem, it can give her a kindred spirit.

In history, there has probably never been such a strange war: one side of the combatants is so advanced, while the other is so barbaric.

Opening the interior, like a seal, firmly fixes Luo Bu inside. This mecha is solid on the inside and soft on the outside; inside it releases all kinds of electromagnetic waves that interfere with the body's normal activities — provided the opponent is human.

Red Clothes had recently heard that under Fourth Lady there was a newcomer from foreign lands called Wang Tao, whose craft was praised by everyone who had tasted it. Though she herself longed for it too, after all, right now even meals were a day-by-day affair — how could she possibly afford the luxury of indulging her palate at a tavern?

"Ready!" Date Yoshimune raised his tachi high, biting down on his molars, preparing to give the order to fire.

As Wolf spoke, he bent down and reached into the increasingly fierce-burning campfire to pick up a piece of jerky. After Wolf picked up that piece of jerky, the wooden campfire frame was also engulfed by flames and collapsed with a roar, swallowed by fire.

Hearing Danny's warning, Nie Yuan did not hesitate at all. He quickly stepped forward a few paces to dodge the hidden weapon coming from behind, and a poisoned dart stabbed into the ground behind him.

Magic has existed since the tribal era, but at that time magic only served the most basic survival activities — making fire, farming, hunting, divination, and the like — and was not valued by most people. The magic people knew was limited to things like Fireball, Growth, Irrigation, and Astrology.

Countless powerful beings have died beneath it; the Fate Pearl can control destiny, and anyone who faces it cannot escape death.

The only bad thing about the village is that any little disturbance will spread through the whole village in a very short time — if it doesn't get twisted, you should count yourself lucky.

One has to admit, when a person is idle, and especially when they've been doing a certain job for a long time, they habitually fall into their occupational habits.

To have weapons this powerful, and such strict military discipline — if they're not the Navy, then they can only be World Government people.

Lin Mu continued driving, heading toward Xisanqi. This time, there were no mishaps.

Back at the state housing, he cooked himself a bowl of plain noodles, casually turned on the TV, and found Central South Satellite TV broadcasting news of Zhang Ruoyu doing a charity event.

Chu Feng smiled faintly, unconcerned, then pulled out another silver needle, this time dipping it in some medicinal powder from a red porcelain bottle.

This is good news for the narcotics team — catching them all at once eliminates the risk of leaks from individual arrests that would let the others go into hiding.

Ning Hao's racing film had finished shooting before the new year, but post-production kept dragging on; it missed the Spring Festival slot, got pushed back again and again, and was held all the way to this year, dropped into the May Day slot.

Still, public order is fine now, and those guys are just paper tigers — they shouldn't dare make trouble. Han Shaoxun kept consoling himself.

It was also a chance to see how strong the puppets created by the Wooden Man were, and by that measure compare them against the strength of the Seven Rakshasas.