Chapter 704: Endless Routines

This year, from early spring onward, the situation in Hebei and Luoyang shifted unpredictably like a violent storm. Forces of every stripe took the stage in turn, each replacing the last in dizzying succession.

The great tide of the world was like an enormous chessboard; every moment a piece landed, it tugged at the fates of countless people.

First An Shouzhong died at the hands of Li Huaiguang and the Crane Control Army, then the Crane Control Army was destroyed by Li Baochen, and its remnants pledged allegiance to Fang Qing.

Then trouble arose in Guanzhong, Li

Xia Shiguang walked to the table and sat down next to Gu Chen's seat. Aunt Sun went to the kitchen to serve Xia Shiguang rice; Xia Shiguang grabbed a piece of pancake from Gu Chen's plate and tossed it into his mouth, chewing.

"Suit yourself..." Tang Fan did not want to say more. He felt Song Yuxin was simply too immature; perhaps after a year or two, once her mind matured, she would stop pestering him.

When Xu Ying'er heard Tang Fan's words, she instantly understood his meaning. She felt she too should know better than to take a loss right to her face, so she first figured out a way to muddle through and then decide.

Hua Ji lifted his eyelids and cast a sidelong glance at Dong Nanxi, then craned his neck, picked up a dried fish and bit into it, while wisps of verdant green light emanated from beneath his claws.

So now, several meters away from Fulanda, a metal plate of unknown material had been placed.

Hua Ji's heart suddenly sank calm, as if someone had dumped a basin of cold water over his head. He couldn't help sizing up Ning Jinge with a suspicious gaze. He still remembered his eldest senior sister once saying that she was born a person of the multitude, that she would have many moments beyond her own control, and so she told him never to trust her.

Xia Shiguang did not have the courage to watch those videos on the computer. With every extra frame he watched, Xia Shiguang gained one more measure of self-reproach, one more reason proving just how foolish he had been.

The great hall slowly opened, and what entered the eyes was a dim and gloomy world. An altar twice the size of the one at the entrance appeared before Liu Wuchen. Faintly visible was a figure seated cross-legged on the altar, draped in a long robe, head bowed, who even sitting reached two meters in height—a person in black.

"I am the Bluebeard who died at your hands." This sentence indeed came from a dog's mouth—every single word of it.

By the time this disappointing conclusion formed in Gildarts's heart, he had already accepted the fact that this was no joke.

The light in the room was still on; neither did anyone appear to go in, nor did anyone appear to come out.

The others, being locals, basically had nothing to pack, so they were simply waiting for the two of them as well.

Because his original intention was indeed to ask why the people sent to Gu Bingqian's home still had not returned by now; he simply had not expected that these people would have such a reaction.

On the original Shenglong Square, a long solid-wood table had been set out, with no chairs. Rows of stemmed glasses were already filled halfway with red wine; the wine was good wine, its bouquet rich and fragrant.

In an instant, the fire elements within the Spirit-Dissolving Grass seemed drawn by something, surging frantically toward Lin Yu's palm.

After I nodded heavily, he said I was not to leave this place; if there was anything more to say, I should continue to be questioned. He took the surveillance videotape and also left my phone number.

"Right. If I had listened to you that night, I probably wouldn't be standing here now. And you're saying you didn't want to harm me?" I asked in return.

"The human race's equipment is lacking and their strength is weaker still, but their escape skills are each better than the last—otherwise there'd be no need to go to all this trouble," Elder Yuan muttered.

"Then let's go. Are you ready? If you're ready, we set off immediately!" Zhao Yuan had no patience to keep waiting for Mu Lingqing to hesitate.

If the video connected and she saw Grandpa Pei instead of him, Yan Yiyi certainly would not say whether she had slept well that night.

Gradually, E Yun closed his eyes under the four's siege, and when the Lobsterman saw E Yun close his eyes, his attacks grew even more frenzied.