Chapter 135: Mutual Combat? Whose Responsibility Is This?

Second, in a picturesque setting, even if the protagonist's acting isn't particularly good, he is easily infected by the scenery, performs with ease, and finds the mood very quickly.

Jiang Hao issued the combat order with a blank expression. For the soldiers of the Island Nation inside the airport, he felt not a shred of pity or mercy; his hand rested on the ammunition trigger, with no intention of moving it away.

Suddenly, Joseph couldn't help but tremble all over, his shocked eyes staring at the Blade Emperor in the distance.

"This half-orc is formidable. Will the Knights be his match?" Fireblade held a thick, long blade in his hand, watching Xia Zuo's departing back.

"Catch." Feeling this scene, Zifeng's killing move instantly halted, and a cold voice rose as he looked at the Black Dragon.

Hearing these words, some comrades in the Political Bureau felt deep sympathy, while others could not fully understand. At that moment, someone began to applaud. Everyone looked and saw that the one leading the applause was actually Chen Ke. Regardless of whether it was heartfelt, the comrades joined Chen Ke in applauding.

"Actually, I want to know too! We are all one family, there is nothing to hide." Xiuyan chuckled lightly and playfully winked at Yunxuan.

As for bonsai, it is indeed as Liu Junwei said; generally, the value tops out at a few million. Orchids worth tens of millions are absolutely rare gems. Compared to jade and such things, judging solely by value, they fall somewhat short.

Oboi had experienced two weddings where guests filled the hall; a wedding where one is manipulated like a marionette all day is truly hard to endure. This way is fine.

It is always said that selling out for money invites contempt, but if having money allows one to live a comfortable life, is the pursuit wrong? Is enduring poverty and destitution and calling it "finding joy in poverty" truly noble?

"Why would my wife think so?" Yan Canglan tried hard to deny the question, yet he did not want to deceive her.

The repeated knife wounds were, of course, also left from slaughtering enemies on all sides for the sake of his young master.

Rong Jing's eyes grew cold. He could risk himself, but he could not risk the soldiers in his hand, the peace of the people, or the Son of Heaven's Jiang Shan. Thinking of Yun Yao who had been betrayed, his heart shattered; thinking of the family rules, his heart weighed a thousand gold.

Seeing Lan Rongyue leaning on Yan Canglan, Lou Lingcheng's heartache was gradually covered by pitch-black killing intent.

"I must say, your escape skills are truly excellent. If you had insisted on hiding, we might not have found you. But since I have found you today, prepare to die," Taland said coldly.

Feng Yao walked past a stone stele. Although covered by wind and sand, the characters on the stele were preserved perfectly. Feng Yao waved her phoenix wings, sweeping away the dirty sand on the stele, revealing the characters clearly. The script was very ancient, appearing like tadpoles floating with light on the stone stele.

Yan Canglan held Lan Rongyue's hand, thinking he had never seen his Lady show such ruthlessness. He truly wanted to see it with his own eyes; perhaps he should take a day off from court tomorrow.

Officials vied to offer advice to Sun Xiang, the noise boiling over. Yet Sun Xiang could no longer listen to the opinions of one side.

"Fire Sparrow, with your perception, you must have overheard some of their conversation. Tell me, what did they say?" Jiao gestured with a nod toward Fire Sparrow and said.

"Share weal and woe, fight the enemy together." Although Wuming did not know Bai Xue's thoughts, it was not easy for him to do this for the sake of loyalty and righteousness.

Similarly, there was such yellow light beneath his feet. Only a few disciples saw the yellow light on his fingertips, but only those of the Inner Gate could see the one beneath his feet.

When Ma Danbai was twisted away by others, his fellow disciples immediately went to report to their Master. Only by summoning their Master could they have a chance to learn what Ma Danbai had done to be sent so aggressively to the Punishment Hall.

The ambushers looked up in shock, seeing a middle-aged man smiling at him. Two fingers extended casually, effortlessly pinching the sharp blade he had thrust with all his might.

These words were spoken by Zhou Dongqiang, moved by his own feelings, to Ren Tian and the other two. This was also what Zhou Dongqiang had realized after serving as a member of the Punishment Hall for many years.

While speaking, three or five cultivators rushed out directly. Raising a hand and waving, streams of brilliant light covered the sky and earth, smashing down upon the Unmoving Vast Array.

That young Taoist was Ling Chong. Holding the black and white Qi of life and death in his hands, he manifested the meaning of the cycle of life and death. His expression was faint, his gaze fixed on Shuzi, and he bowed slightly. He claimed to be a direct disciple of Ancestor Yin Ji. As peers with Shuzi and the other two, and furthermore, with his status as the Zhang Sect of Tai Xuan, he had no need to feign courtesy toward Shuzi and the other two.

Although Qin Nannan had already stayed home to manage the internal affairs of the Xu family compound, with the Yinu Group so busy, she joined in as well. From then on, she was busy both inside and outside the home, appearing even more hurried than Xu Ruxuan.

Unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, He Qihuan dared not provoke the few white-bearded men behind him again and hurriedly left the courtyard gate.

With Eunuch Li's capabilities, they must have received news long ago of the big disturbance at the Guanghua Gate; the Son of Heaven must have been waiting for a long time.

In the next moment, strange spiritual patterns appeared on the face of that old Shadow-rank man from the Flame Nation, and at the same time, a powerful Chakra suddenly erupted from his entire body.

"Of course, I have money," Ji Minai said, patting her chest, finally playing the role of a big shot for a while.

Just as he was preparing to meditate and rest, a black mist rose inexplicably in mid-air. The black mist rumbled and quickly filled the entire cave, pressing toward him.

Going deep into the grassroots makes sense, but from the flow of normal human conversation, something feels wrong, with a sense of being deliberate and stiff. Outsiders cannot hear it; only the two parties involved can feel it... regarding the mutual guidance and hints of the topic.

But as Cao Ziang's reputation became infamous, all their hard work went to waste, and they were tainted with many jokes, making them extremely embarrassed.