Chapter 706: Blood-Stained Chang'an

The cold wind howled, sweeping up snow that filled the sky, leaving heaven and earth in a vast, desolate expanse.

Heavy clouds hung low, as if pressing on people's hearts, making even breathing feel heavy. On the snow, a jet-black warhorse stood tall, its mane like iron, flying wildly in the bitter wind.

Its nostrils exhaled white mist; the snow under its hooves crunched with each step, as if silently announcing the impending slaughter.

The horse's hooves sank deep into the snow; each lift kicked up a spray of snow mist, scattering

"What's wrong?" Xuanji came to her senses, saw Yue Ni seeming dazed, and spoke up to remind him.

"I'll follow your arrangements," Zhuixing said lightly; although his tone showed nothing unusual, the killing intent flashing in his eyes already revealed what he was thinking.

Of the ten competing teams, besides the All-America Medicine Team and the East Sea Flower Team, and Liu Dazhu's relatively calm Chinese medicine team, the other seven groups were all tense; the team leaders repeatedly instructed their subordinates on how to mix the new medicine and what to watch out for, because their lives were at stake, so the details had to be explained thoroughly.

Yet even so, Chu Haoran and Qing'er were somewhat moved; to them, the beings of the mortal realm were simply too weak.

Who among the palace servants had ever seen the empress fly into such a rage? They hid in the corners, not daring to breathe, fearful that if Empress Wei noticed them, she would unleash her anger upon them.

Seeing that Shen Muqing had tidied the house until it was not only clean but also full of vitality, one could tell she had settled in peacefully.

The three children, who had not seen their father in a long time, timidly gazed at him; under Wang Wenhui's gentle words, they stiffly performed their salutations to their father.

"Cut, do we even need to lie?" Liang Yifei said, putting down her chopsticks, she took out her phone, went online to open the college entrance exam score query site, logged in, and showed it to him.

Orders are as immovable as a mountain; the troops of the Yangzhou Grand Commander's Office dare not be lax, the rear guard becomes the vanguard, and they are about to set out.

By then, it could both increase the advertisement's exposure and use the advertisement to boost the hotel's fame.

Should we attack the body first, then the spirit, or the spirit first, then the body? Lin Xiu pondered.

Thereafter, this secret art gradually evolved into the Liaohai Princess's hereditary secret art; for a time it became a mysterious secret of the world, exceedingly enigmatic.

Jiang Han had made up his mind; of course he currently lacked the ability to single-handedly slaughter the Blood Hand Organization, but from now on having nothing to do with them was entirely possible.

Qin Yilai weakly shook his head, pulling his hand free from Yan Shi's grasp; seeing that she was still ill, he dared not use too much force.

Hearing the sound from inside the room, Rong Fangyu frowned slightly, then walked toward the room.

"Can we not let her help? Can't we find it ourselves?" Lin Danya asked unwillingly.

"……" Huai Jinnan still gave no response, merely staring blankly at her, his face dark with a hint of iron-blue.

"Probably not needed; if it's Yan Peixue, we wouldn't need to worry at all, especially since the Four Ferocious Beasts are a bit afraid of him," Qise Jin analyzed.

Shrugging his shoulders, Lei Xingyin said nothing; at that moment, ten strands of ice spirit true qi flew in from all sides, Beiming Qianxue extended two fingers, and the ten cold-scale worms returned once more to his hand.

Yun Shang watched, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He turned and enfolded Su Die in his arms; Su Die wanted to struggle, but her whole body went limp, unable even to stand.

Su Ying couldn't help but purse her lips; this man was always out of the ordinary, even his strength was astonishing.

This situation persisted for a long time; those silhouettes surrounded the lightning cocoon, as if they were guarding Chu Feng's practice.

In the end, Ji Lan nearly kicked Ji Ming out of the sickroom, his face black as a pot, his sword-like brows almost turning into a straight line.

Really, is it just mutual comfort? Not necessarily; there's still some genuine feeling mixed in, but it cannot outweigh the mission and conviction one insists upon.