Chapter 879: He Chen

Zhou Buyi also suggested that Pang Tong join Cao Cao, but since Pang Tong was already serving under Zhou Yu in Jiangdong, Zhou Buyi advised him at the end of the letter to remain in Jiangdong for now and wait for the right opportunity.

In the mountains, a figure moved slowly forward—a young boy, cradling a motionless middle-aged man. He stepped into the woods beside the mountain path, walking with deliberate slowness, growing deeper into the forest. Despite his youthful build, carrying a strong adult was clearly difficult; beads of sweat formed on his forehead, yet he remained unmoved, walking steadily onward.

At a glance, the courtyard was filled with drying herbs. Although Cao Chong had seen many herbs before his transmigration, he still had to admit that traditional Chinese medicine was profoundly vast, and the contributions of ancient people in this field were far greater.

Old Jin sneered: “They’re afraid—the Fang clan rebels’ strength far exceeds imagination. They fear more hidden enemies lurking. If they split their forces to suppress them, they risk ambushes; even if the Fang rebels cannot resist, the court would suffer heavy losses. Thus, the court dares not act on a large scale, only spreading rumors to attract ambitious men.”

Two of them cursed as they turned to leave, planning to report the news, even abandoning their wounded companion. But no sooner had they stepped out of the courtyard than a soft laugh echoed behind them.

Next came the promotional video. Since the game had no official marketing, he, as a “natural water” fan, used his own energy to promote it. He edited together the scenery and monster appearances recorded over the past two days, adding matching BGM for each scene.

After running around all day, she had gained some rewards, but now she felt sticky all over and longed for a good hot bath.

That single finger had released a trace of Phoenix bloodline power, naturally subduing the spirit within the blade.

Qing Suo hadn’t finished speaking when Fu Jia pulled her back; all the others heard the voice but saw no one.

Xiao Yi wore a light blue coat adorned with lace and pearls, paired with a strap top and black slim-fit straight-leg pants that accentuated her long legs and rounded hips. She studied herself in the mirror.

He had been the leader of the Xia Guard in Fengling City, but after encountering Hong San and Zhao Feichen, his superiors ordered him to oversee all related matters. Officially still his subordinate, he was now in actual control of him—suddenly becoming second-in-command after being first was deeply unpleasant.

“I can still speak a few words with Lao Huadang of the Duoyan tribe. Maybe I should go find him? This is Duoyan territory—Lao Huadang’s word should still carry weight.” Old Shopkeeper Zheng Ming spoke with great reluctance.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the original Saiyan ape transformed into a pink, clay-like giant ape. Simultaneously, a terrifying aura exploded uncontrollably.

After being publicly criticized by the teacher again—and being called in by his parents—he thought of his mother suffering for him, enduring public shaming, her grim expression when he returned home. This time, Zhang Wu refused to comply.

Without warning, Zhang Han teleported above his head and slashed down a crescent-shaped blade aura.

Jiang Jinrun is pushing himself so hard now—it seems he wants Zixia to get pregnant with a second child. Once this major life goal is done, they can truly enjoy life.

“Your master has reached such a level?” Luo Han was astonished. He had assumed Nan Fansheng could break into the imperial palace only slightly stronger than himself, but now seeing his disciple, he realized how vastly inferior he was to the master.

After so long in battle, the Ningyuan Ming troops could now clearly distinguish between the Eight Banners of the Later Jin.

Dozens of armed helicopters in the sky fired not a single shot before plummeting straight down, exploding into bursts of fire.

The scene grew awkward. Though Jilok’s eyebrows twitched, he maintained the composure befitting a knight.

No—he knew clearly, though he didn’t understand the circumstances, that every word she spoke he memorized without omission, and he would never treat it as a joke.

Lin Ange struggled fiercely to pull her hand free, but she realized she had no such strength.

“On vacation?” At the mention of Bai Cha, Lin Ange suddenly remembered she had met Bai Cha during her amnesia—but since regaining her memories, she hadn’t seen her yet.

“I think we can. Maybe he’s right here in this forest right now.” Xiao Yan spoke with conviction, though no one knew if he truly believed it—or was merely comforting himself.

In the end, the entire morning was spent there, and though they picked out three wedding dresses—enough to photograph all of them—they could wear only one at the ceremony.

All day long, she had been pranked. Though she suffered no physical harm, she felt deeply unsettled.

The sound of splashing echoed like dumplings dropping into boiling water, startling everyone nearby into silence.

“He has no choice,” Liu Ruyan sneered. Bayar is now little more than a cripple. If he still wants the crown prince’s position, he must obey me. The medicine I gave him? Only enough for half a month.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Ye Xin watched Xu Jinan’s expression—utterly calm, as if he could not stir any emotion in her at all.

“But… but the door isn’t locked—what if Yan Yan or Doctor Jian suddenly comes in?” An Muxi stammered, grasping at every excuse.

Unconsciously, he rubbed the spot on his forehead where Bai Jie had kissed him; by the time he spoke, Xu Mengfei had already walked in through the door.