Chapter 853

“Yanyan, I’m protecting you!”

Luo Yan’s mother, seeing her daughter like this, was startled; her usually rational and calm face now showed concern.

Her daughter always kept everything inside herself and never told her, her own mother.

She was truly very worried.

Because she occasionally saw her daughter speaking to empty air.

Although she knew it was her daughter recalling her deceased husband—her biological father—this kind of empty-air conversation,

Wang Jin stopped. He waited a long while before shaking his head. “Not now. Wait until I’m better—at least until I can walk.” He wasn’t unwilling to go home; he just didn’t want his parents to see him like this.

So Ning Fuchen believed this whole thing was being manipulated from behind; as for the reason, it was surely hidden beneath the surface, and what needed protection was surely something important.

Of course, this was still an internal order, not yet reached Zhao Mingqing in the short term.

Imagine if, in the future, Chang’an Jun lost his patron in Handan, and King Zhao began to turn hostile toward him—just as a letter proving Chang’an Jun’s secret dealings with Qin’s border territories was exposed?

He knew Chu Yanzhi had already grown suspicious, and he knew going there risked exposure—everything he’d planned might collapse—but he truly couldn’t wait any longer.

The Reality Stone on his right glove emitted a thick red light, landing in the empty air three meters away.

At that moment, Lin Fan thought, “What the hell?” He’d just realized this girl was about to face disaster—not just any disaster.

He’d been a lead surgeon for eight years, highly experienced, having performed countless surgeries—but now, he was stunned by Master Lin’s medical skill.

When arrested, he confessed everything during interrogation, which qualified as voluntary confession and leniency; thus, when he modestly requested this, the government agreed—after all, Wu Tao’s condition made him a liability in prison.

On the Bucks’ offensive, Wang Jin used a screen to break through to the free-throw line; Green didn’t help out. Wang Jin feared Durant would come from behind to block the shot, so he leaned forward and sank the basket—showing exquisite shooting touch. McGee tried to block it, but the ball slipped past his fingertips.

Especially during this joint operation with special forces to select the brigade’s top soldiers, this elite-vs-elite battle left them dazzled, making them feel even more inadequate about their own abilities, so they were desperate to change.

As for slowly crawling forward—that trick worked on single-soldier radar, but not here, because he noticed a crane had been modified with thermal infrared scanners; in this low-temperature environment, any approach would guarantee detection.

Mei Ying scooped dumplings from the pot and called them to sit down; the family gathered around the table, laughing and chatting.

The truth, as Tao Yao said, was that every girl on the flower boat was forced—none chose it willingly; each wore a forced smile. If given a real choice between boarding the flower boat or entering the Peach Grove, they’d all unhesitatingly choose the Peach Grove.

“What are you talking about? Who’d steal your money? Besides, they wouldn’t dare—if they got caught, it’d be a crime. Don’t worry, no one would dare.” Old Yang explained to Mei Ying.

He’d spent so long on the plateau; he knew how intensely plateau animals craved food.

Her entry into the Wang Mansion was a good start; as long as she quietly guarded it, someday the clouds would part and the moon would appear.

On September 10, Bayern Munich will visit the Veltins Arena to face Schalke 04.

According to the timeline, it should have been born at the same time as Eyu Phantom Spirit. But to let Eyu Phantom Spirit be born first and survive, it had no choice but to absorb the infected soul energy of the other.

Perhaps in Balzac and Isabella’s eyes, Arthur was strong, calm, omniscient, with a world-famous teacher and illustrious lineage—a reliable partner and dependable man. But now, facing a follower born of the same origin, Arthur’s inner fragility lay bare.

Must we truly follow Feng Xiao’s words? When we next face a Jing-Xiang general challenging us, will all our generals simply retreat?

As the two alternated, immense friction generated—terrible air currents like blades capable of slicing through anything. A sensation of a cosmic black hole filled the space, brimming with terror and the unknown.

At that moment, the enlarged flame tiger lunged forward, covering nearly twenty zhang in one bound, its massive fiery claw crashing down.

He’d spent a fortune hiring Bald Brother to teach someone a lesson—so why was Bald Brother now beating him? Honestly, Young Master Liu was an idiot; even now, he was still lost in clouds, unable to tell east from west.

Zhang Liao finished speaking, wheeled his horse, and retreated. Huang Zhong saw this and wouldn’t allow him to escape unharmed—he immediately charged after him. The deputy general, fearing Zhang Liao might be harmed, drew his waist sword and rushed to fight Huang Zhong. Huang Zhong didn’t even look—he simply swung his blade in a horizontal sweep. The deputy general couldn’t block it and was cut cleanly in two.

Now everyone understood the situation: during Golden’s peak, it was Freya.

“Roar!!” A massive white shadow blocked the passage; the explosion’s shockwave was held back by the shadow, not even a breath of wind getting through.

After leaving the Teleportation Hall, Arthur led Tina and Meiweis through winding paths; when they reappeared, his appearance had changed. Black-haired, black-eyed Arthur became a youth with chestnut hair and eyes, his sharp jaw softened into a rounder, doll-like face.

Fatty revealed all his cards, roaring: “Manifest the Heavens, Mirror the Earth!” His body swelled to three zhang tall; he thrust his great sword forward, and the returning Zhu Xian and Jue Xian swords transformed once more into a dragon and a wind, spiraling away. The dragon and wind merged, cold and heat intertwining, clashing with the Chi Dragon.