Chapter 168: The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb

"So you're saying I'm making money off you!"

Lin Mo looked at the over five thousand contribution points credited to his account and suddenly found it wasn't so appealing anymore.

"Why didn't you earlier..."

He hesitated, nearly forgetting again that her spiritual device was broken and couldn't be contacted in advance.

"Since you knew I was back, you should've come out and discussed it with me first."

He didn't understand.

Chu Wange spoke with complete candor: "I thought I could

Fang Lian shot a furious glare at the plump shopkeeper, sneered coldly, and called out to Cheng Nuoy.

Compared to species like blue crab, snow crab has far greater value; Chinese fishermen must travel far, braving the North Pacific to catch them.

Precisely because of this, the director and screenwriter of this drama—Lu Jingzhe and Cao Yifang—crafted a scene presentation that perfectly hit the Shuang point.

Even Zhu Ganglie, who always acted with clean efficiency and decisive brutality, froze for a moment, unsure what to do.

The Moon Princess and the Ninth Prince were not surprised; Prince Yu, Prince Yi, and Prince Xu were brothers, and their father, Prince Xin, excelled in divination—he must have foreseen the ruins' layout before arriving. Given Prince Xin's ability, this was no difficulty.

If not for the Great Devouring Art, he would now have to slowly test a few or a dozen energies one by one, barely able to survive under Ji Feng's hands, let alone defeat him and turn him into a pig's head.

As the great gate slowly opened, Sū Pútí's eyes in the hall slowly narrowed into slits as he gazed at the monkey.

Given Multieye's nature, even if Emperor Jun permitted it, he could never allow the Macaque King to continue his Xiaoyao. Fortunately, the monkey needed to find him too—after all, Sū Pútí said Xuanye was in the Macaque King's hands, and the Macaque King's forces in the Demon Capital had been thoroughly searched without finding Xuanye.

Everyone was shocked by the combat power displayed by the outsiders. Yet overall, they still felt confident about the coming battles; now, all we need to do is wait quietly for reinforcements to arrive, especially those from the tribes deep in the hills.

This made the protagonist deeply uncomfortable, and his main reason for discomfort was that he saw the immense power and stubbornness of the male ant class—he needed their service yet had to constantly guard against their backlash.

Thus, Xiao Ru'an, still trembling with lingering fear, lay on the bed gazing at the bleak moonlight, and only sometime later did he drift into a light sleep.

Yesterday afternoon, she had gone to Shen Zhongnan's office, hoping to linger affectionately with him, but before she could even settle in, Shen Xiran walked in right after her, and another commotion ensued.

Unlike after WWII, when the Chinese government repatriated nearly all Japanese surrendering POWs, during the entire War of Resistance, the vast majority of Chinese POWs were brutally murdered or killed by the Japanese devils.

"The Young Master has always followed rules and laws." Ding Er replied loudly, and Shen Zhongnan's old face turned red.

Thus, the estate was filled with abundant vegetation; though it was winter and outside everything was a vast white expanse, inside the estate was an entirely different scene—emerald green bamboo, gentle and elegant plum blossoms, fragrant orchids, and even imported cherry blossoms, as if one had stepped into spring.

Countless sword lights surged into the sky, then fell like rain—blades pierced the ground, drenching the surroundings in a storm of swordlight; white flashes erupted continuously, and how could the assassin players withstand such devastation!?

Suddenly, the blood-red clouds in the sky writhed and twisted as if in agony.

Zhou Jiang, washing up, heard the news, widened his eyes, and without a second thought snatched the computer from Zhang Xiang's hands and began frantically typing.