Chapter 397: As If Yesterday, Fallen Into My Trap

This was Jack Chen's post; Jack Chen had detailed everything he learned online, and fearless as he was, he even attached a photo of himself with Zhou Huan.

These past days, in the Third Military District, he'd figured out most of what he needed to know.

Actually, his brother-in-law hadn't said this: all of the above was data analysis, unverified by actual observation; the true situation remained unknown, and anyone wishing to devour a god's essence should be ready to die—though of course, he couldn't say that outright, since it was just boasting.

The soldiers held razor-sharp steel blades; whenever civilians came and went, they were questioned, and if nothing suspicious was found, they were let through.

A man who raised his sword to kill her the moment he saw her—she must be insane to find him attractive.

"Go back to your room and talk," Jian Xin said with a serious expression, but Qin Tianyu was used to it—Jian Xin always looked that serious, rarely smiling.

"Big brother, today's the county market day—if we don't find a stall now, there won't be any left later." Luo Shang tugged at Xiao Zhen's hand.

Xiao Zhen's face darkened, his eyes still tinged with irritation; such complex emotions were hard to untangle in an instant.

Blood Eagle finally understood: this bizarre weapon must possess extraordinary killing power. If it aimed for An Hu's left eye, it would never strike the right.

After a brief silence, the remains of the God of North Wind grew hot again; all its magic was channeled into the main cannon—this would be its final firing on the battlefield.

Immediately, Hong Jun struck first, shaking his Pangu Banner and unleashing torrents of Chaotic Sword Qi toward Luo Hou.

Thus, Long Huiyun became a prisoner of the Earth Clan who wore no shackles and could walk freely—not because of his righteousness, but because he had once risked his life to save the Grand Protector Hong Tizhu.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! Ask me anything—I'll answer! Just spare my dog's life! Great sirs, madams, have mercy!" The tattooed man had completely lost his earlier toughness; his current demeanor was worse than a dog's.

Hu Tae-er stared at Bai Lang's face, trying to discern something, but Bai Lang showed no expression change whatsoever.

Seeing this, the cultivators who had fled earlier could no longer stay outside the hall—they returned in droves.

The timing was precisely calculated: they departed at night and arrived at Qing Shi City precisely on the third morning.

After a long while, the brilliance in Bai Yang's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a surging, overwhelming despair; his legs gave way, and the mighty Son of Heaven collapsed helplessly onto the ground.

"Aren't your Wing Clan bound by strict bloodline hierarchies? Would the Liu Xing family's rebellion gain support?" Bai Yan voiced his doubt—the higher the bloodline of a Wing Clan member, the closer their wing color was to pure white.

Ming He stared at that crimson sword qi in silence, for it was unmistakably his own—his carelessness had allowed it. He had assumed no one could penetrate his methods, yet someone had still left evidence behind.

This is why our real-life memories are never continuous, but only fragmented pieces! And these fragments are precisely the things we believe to be important—so our brains selectively remember certain things.

"Thank you, Miss Su," Zi Tan'er stopped and forced a smile of gratitude that looked worse than crying.

He suddenly realized his body had, at some point, entered the array formed by Lu Xuan's sword.

He widened his eyes slightly, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately closed his mouth and chose silence.

After much thought, Zhang Yuan pulled out his phone and called the company's landline; soon, it was answered.

Hearing this, Song Qingming froze mid-motion. Since his breakthrough to Foundation Establishment late stage, Feng He, who had always followed him, had not spoken to him voluntarily—today, seeing him pack his things, the old man could no longer sit still.

But she held back, waiting a little longer—at least until nightfall and silence.

Her robes, washed pale, showed signs of age; edges slightly warped, yet they accentuated her long neck, tight shoulders, and slender yet strong arms and legs.

Chen Linfeng clapped his hands. "If you went to another school instead of being a trained professional, the circle would naturally reject you."

The bones were uneven, bearing marks of demonic bites; he scanned the surroundings and could roughly deduce the route the man had fled—yet the path leading here had been sealed off.

They all shared one trait: their eyes were red, clearly having stayed up all night.

"You broke your word—you said you wouldn't get too close to my sister, yet the moment you met her, you started flirting again!" Xu Zuoyan accused, his frustration boiling over at Ye Kaicheng's indifferent expression, his chest tight, even his nose tingling with sting.

"Damn it!" Chen Yu cursed bitterly after hearing the whole story.

The shadow hidden beneath the companion's horse belly clung tightly with bony limbs to the horse's ribs, half a pallid face emerging from beneath the belly, gazing toward Zheng Zhongshan.

Andy used a Strengthening Stone to reinforce his gear and found his base attack power increased by 116 points—quite impressive indeed.