Chapter 128

Chen Fei nodded; if the Peng bird helped control it, the situation might improve.

Lu Ning opened the door and stepped inside; the wall lamp emitted faint light, the floor covered in thick carpet, her steps light as a cat's, making almost no sound.

"I'll ask one more time—give me the reason," Bai Nan slightly narrowed his eyes, his expression still indifferent, but his tone carried a threat.

Ye Lingtian shook his head and sighed, "I may have no way against those who fear death, but against someone like you, I have a hundred ways to make you speak the truth!" Hong Tianming snorted.

Xu Bai saw that Ying Yue hadn't come out—she must've thought his characters were too few—so he added two more.

These people wore luxurious clothing, all branded with well-known labels, all eagerly awaiting the object covered by black cloth on the stage.

The three landed one after another on the "A Piao Cottage" terrace, a platform Yue Bai had specially built for viewing scenery, though the atmosphere now was anything but light.

He Xi swallowed hard; though he was a demon, his six desires remained, his discipline weak, his heart rate instantly spiking to 117.

Based on his understanding of the Yiqi Gang, even if Qi Long collected the payment, he wouldn't return whole—he'd surely lose an arm at least.

If that were truly the case, it might relate to him, but merely obtaining these few words offered no clues.

"Let's go, let's go, depart immediately," Su Yuanshen helped take Lan Cong's several suitcases, and the group headed toward the parking lot.

Host: Next, please welcome student Murong Yueli from Class 9, Grade 1, to perform "Bianhua Flower."

"Now, it's time to settle our matter…" Yue Li turned her head, gazing at the terrified gang leader.

"I understand. You may leave," Qi Meiren dismissed her. Upon hearing the news, the group fell silent again, troubled.

The guard's action drew Mo Cheng's cold gaze; he said nothing aloud, but his mind was calculating something, causing the guard to shiver.

Yuan Qiuhua said: Just now going upstairs, you stumbled, fell flat on your back, hit your head on the steps, got injured, and bled.

The divine weapons had souls—they struggled and resisted—Dihao helplessly widened the world's fissures, drawing forth greater cosmic power.

Though the pajamas were modest, her body's development was now clearly evident, her chest full and rounded; her face was bare, no makeup, looking utterly unlike her usual self.

Jiang Yujing learned the anti-inflammatory had taken effect, confirming Nan Ningyu suffered from appendicitis; after Nan Ningyu fell asleep, she sought Bai Yue to discuss performing surgery.

Fu Beichen looked down at her hand, still clutching his sleeve, and suddenly felt something rise within him.

Chen Yanzhi acted openly, with nothing to hide. His aura was restrained; ordinary cultivators couldn't sense he had trained at all.

The director was inadequate, the props inadequate, the costumes inadequate, the screenwriter inadequate—everything was like this, causing many actors to become passive and listless.

The old man who had hidden with Chen Fan in a tree last night—the Nascent Soul cultivator who chased the shadow.

But this situation grew worse each time; eventually, Qing Yuan discovered his arm had risen without his awareness, about to smash into the nearby rock pillar, only regaining clarity at the last moment.

Besides the Southern Dynasty, Northern Zhou had another formidable old rival: the Xianbei military power Tuyuhun, located on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau of later eras—a great state that, from the fourth to sixth centuries, stood among the four great powers alongside the Turkic, Goguryeo, and Rouran.

A metallic scraping sound rang out; Pan Mei passed Li Yiyu, while Li Yiyu's warhorse neighed and retreated, causing the still-unsteadied Li Yiyu to wobble.

This location was only a hundred li from Fuyu City; though Jiang Chuan and Xu Ning's eighty-thousand-strong army had all arrived beneath Fuyu City, should the Goguryeo forces inside or outside launch an attack, they'd have to divert attention to protect these herders—thus, in Qin Han's view, this was clearly Wang Ze's foolish move.

Blood pooled on the ground, a large gash on the head, brain matter splattered out from hitting the asphalt.

At this point, Wang Yong's army had little food left after crossing Yishan; Wang Yong pondered whether he should lead his troops to capture the Southern Qingzhou City to feed his soldiers.

Most people believed Lü Dongbin would win, for he was the famed, age-old Sword Immortal whose sword cultivation was unfathomably deep.

I quickly looked up and indeed saw a clearing amid the weeds, densely dotted with dozens of graves; one grave stood out prominently, adorned with colorful flower wreaths on its mound—if I was right, that must be Zhang Dali's uncle's grave.

Xue Ping froze. What was "Lian Chou Xi Shi"? Then she suddenly realized—Yun Xiangtian had replaced "xiang" and "yu" in "Lian Xiang Xi Yu" with "chou" and "shi," turning it into "Lian Chou Xi Shi." She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.

"Ah, let this matter drop—absolutely don't let them find out, or they'll laugh themselves to death," Ma Yi muttered to himself. The sudden appearance of Wu Xing and Wang Hong drained his spirit; they seemed to remind him once again that the world was ugly, hearts were corrupt, and helping others had become a joke.

But just as Li Qiu had entered, a familiar figure walked out of the traditional Chinese medicine clinic.

"Fine, have Director Zhao come take a look! If these are enemy aircraft gathering intelligence, I'll order our missile units to fire!" The missile battalion commander, hearing the division commander's words, naturally agreed.

After speaking, Zhao Zhongyao went over and used the same method to extract the purple crystal gem.

"The situation is growing worse, Captain Ke—you all leave first, I'll stay behind to hold them off," Ma Yi said, glancing at the scene outside the window.