Chapter 657: Watching the Fire from Across the Shore

Li Huaiguang obviously would not obey the current figure known as the "Official," but in reality the master of dozens of prefectures, just because Fang Chongyong wrote a letter.

However, Li Huaiguang also had to admit that what Fang Chongyong said in the letter made a lot of sense.

Luoyang could not be attacked; it was a trap, a trap laid by those people in Guanzhong—anyone who went would die. No matter whether he or An Shouzhong ultimately won or lost, it would be hard to come out well.

Unless the battle situation showed a crushing sce

"What a foul mouth, deserves a beating!" A bolt of lightning suddenly manifested from the void, striking down toward Lu Yisheng's head—it was none other than the fiery-tempered Ma Ling'er, who in merely a blink summoned a Dazzling Light Quaking Thunder with no warning whatsoever, her cultivation clearly having reached the realm of summoning thunder in broad daylight.

"Now I'm actually thinking they should hurry up and scheme for the throne, usurp what they want to usurp, so that this arrow-on-the-bowstring state, stretched taut for so long, stops making those of us nearby constantly worry about getting caught in the crossfire—stuck in limbo is unbearable." Ran Yan sighed.

"Grandfather, I want to boldly ask you a question—please don't be angry when you hear it." Cheng Yashi said to Li Qinghe.

And just as Xue Canghu was furious and agitated, the Son of Nine Dragons seized this opportunity to deal Xue Canghu another heavy blow.

Feng Tianyi Xue only then realized, and hastily put on her dress, but by then everything had already been exposed—if Ruolan used a little imagination, she could easily guess what they had done.

Chun Ying did not go far, only took a stroll around the entrance of the carriage-and-horse inn, watching from afar the bustling scene at the flower market. Suddenly she felt a chill on her head—snowflakes drifted down slowly from the sky, landed in her palm, and in an instant melted into glistening water and vanished.

Xing Shu also briefed them on the police's recent situation, but the police likewise had made no progress whatsoever.

Chun Ying knitted her brows tightly, just staring at her. If she could not shake the tail, then she had better not go to Zhou Nian's place today—safety first, secrecy paramount. She would go back and let the Third Young Master know, have him restrict Manru's movements, then consider other options.

Li You woodenly saw his mother off, and Huanhua Pavilion in the blink of an eye returned to tranquility, as if everything that had just happened was but a dream.

"Ten Demon Emperors, return to your posts at once! All within the sealed realm, acknowledge me as your lord!" The vast power of sentient beings' faith surged toward Gan Ping, stirring the golden light of merit on his body to howl ceaselessly. Gan Ping's body absorbed this immense faith power, drawing it into his dantian's origin, and struck with a sudden boom.

"An An? Who is An An?" Xing Fei was taken aback—could it be that Lin Fei'er had made new friends after entering the Ancient Wasteland world?

Three terrifying things at the studio: Feng Yun who hasn't slept well, Sister Hong on an empty stomach, and Wenwen throwing a tantrum.

After Zhou Qian said this sentence, she seemed to realize something was wrong, froze, and fell silent.

"What day is it today? Why are you dressed up so beautifully?" Hu Xu said with a smile to Du Qian.

If the opponent were Sister Hong, as long as she could master the essentials of shooting on the move—to be honest, Chu Tian still had not figured out a way to deal with her.

"Hiss—" The man-eating flower's stem quivered, threads of electric current coursing through it; the next moment, a purple lightning longsword tore open the man-eating flower's disc, and Bingcha burst forth from its digestive sac through the leaves, her whole body wreathed in electric current, her long hair flying, purple flames soaring skyward—this girl had already transformed.

"Anyway, the master's home isn't here, so why don't you come home with me today?" Su Yan said, her eyes darting.

"A sowing-dissension stratagem? How would that work?" Cao Cao and Sun Jian were now exhausted in body and mind; last night's great battle had left both of them somewhat shaken, and upon hearing Gao Fei's words, they asked.

"Hiss… Fine, you still don't believe me, right? I'll go find it for you right now!" Deng Meiji drew in a breath and walked straight toward the wastebasket.

Xiao Han did the math: this rice had a milling rate of about seventy-three catties, meaning his five mu of fields had yielded roughly fifteen thousand catties, which could produce about eleven thousand catties of milled rice—a fairly high milling rate.