Chapter 260: Golden Third Generation! A Single Breath of Battle! (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The speaker's tone was deep, and those familiar with him naturally recognized him as Yu Linglong.

"Yu Dao friend?"

Zhu Zi shun asked in confusion:

"Are you saying Brother Mo will enter the competition?"

Yu Linglong snorted; though she had no evidence, her intuition told her this had to be connected to Lin Mo.

Whenever she thought of Lin Mo's strange "luck," Yu Linglong felt…

Lin Lan smiled: "You have to deduct labor costs, firewood, plaster, and all that!" Seeing how excited Yang Liying was over a bit more than a yuan, she thought people back then were truly easy to satisfy.

It was now the second month since the revival of spiritual energy, and everything seemed to be improving.

In a lavish KTV, a man who bore a five-point resemblance to Wang Haonan but was slightly thinner was berating a group of bruised and swollen Langya men.

The scene from the funeral home yesterday morning flashed vividly before his eyes, his ears filled only with his father's desperate pleas.

Facing such an attack, Ye Feng did not dodge outright—he felt unexpectedly eager.

At this moment, Ye Feng could sense the opponent's rule-force swirling, then enveloping the spiritual fruit before him.

Ji Xia largely helped Fang Hao out of respect for Jiang Xuanying; as Jiang Xuanying's elder, Ji Xia couldn't help but harbor thoughts upon seeing Fang Hao and Long Xi showing affection.

A few days later, the Lieutenant went to Chen's office at night to discuss matters, then took a taxi back to the ancient mansion. As he rode, he reflected on the past few days.

Thinking again about Qi Tianle, he had saved her once, yet now that she was missing, Ji Cha zhi showed only mild concern—kinship and distance were clear at a glance.

He took a deep breath, rolled out of bed, slipped on his shoes quietly, pulled the dagger from under his pillow and tucked it into his pajama pocket, picked up the wooden club by the bedside, walked to the window, and gently parted the curtain a crack. Under the cold moonlight, the courtyard held nothing.

"Aow～Um～" The boy locked in the iron cage let out a howl—the sound of a wolf.

When Lao Pao and his men ran out of ammo and supplies, Cain had considered reinforcing them, but the inner valley entrance remained within Japanese firing range—no one could get out in time. Fortunately, Guo Jiu and his men arrived just in time, rescuing Lao Pao and annihilating all Japanese troops who had entered the valley.

Pang? So it was true! Chen Ren's eyes lit up—all clues connected. In Jingzhou, the only elderly Pang with such prestige was none other than Pang Degong, the man who refused all official posts.

At least the continuous roars echoing from the Elan Road Stadium showed how confident they were in Su Rang. Outside the stadium, one could clearly hear the shouts coming from within.

The barbarian envoy left with a snub, and the plan to rescue the Wen family's relatives was finally put on the agenda.

A sharp crack—Yan Shi saw the scene before him violently shift; the entire space shattered like a broken mirror, collapsing instantly.

Chen Ren glanced at Chen Yang, nodded slightly, patted Chen Yang's shoulder, then said to Chen Kang behind him: "After greeting your uncles, aunts, and senior brothers, sit with your elder brother." With that, he turned and walked to his seat beside the Prince of Wu.

After a night of passion, Mi lay lazily in Ye Yangjian's warm, sturdy arms; after several futile struggles, Ye Yangjian gained only more bite marks. He eventually let go—fine, let her lie there; I'm not losing any flesh anyway.

Zhao Zhi was now glad he had brought Gan Guo; if Gan Guo spoke Mandarin and could handle firearms, he'd be an excellent ally for Kan Dao. Zhao Zhi's plan was to launch a night raid on the Japanese supply point, so he ordered his troops to slow their advance—so long as they reached the cliff before nightfall, that was enough.