Chapter 744: To Avoid Reckoning, One Must Be Loyal!

The distance from Chang'an to Bianzhou was not far; without detours and without avoiding the garrison troops at the passes, one could arrive in a few days. Yuan Zai brought Li Baozhen and quickly returned to Bianzhou; at this time, Li Baichen's eldest legitimate son Li Weicheng had only just departed from Yong County.

Li Baozhen was more shrewd than his elder brother Li Baoyu; after coming to Bianzhou, he did not directly request an audience with Fang Chongyong, but instead traveled light with a small entourage and took a full stroll through the newly built Bianliang City as well as the major ferry crossings along the Bianzhou canal.

It would have been better not to look, but once he did, Li Baozhen

Xiao Yun's eyes widened as he roared, "Spirit milk! It's a lake entirely of spirit milk!" Looking again at the surrounding environment, there were countless wastelands and barren hills; only here was there a lake, and a lake formed by the condensation of spiritual energy at that. Xiao Yun gazed around with a tense expression.

Seeing the people from the Sheng Gong Prince's Mansion searching all around, Mo Yange held Hua Sheng in her arms and walked straight toward Liu Panhe.

"It's not that I'm really short on money, it's just that having money in hand feels a bit more reassuring, hehe." Horse Face laughed while swallowing a mouthful of saliva, looking every bit the money-obsessed miser.

After taking Qin Yi to eat at a restaurant and buying him a set of clothes, once washed and groomed, he revealed an equally handsome face with thick brows, large eyes, dark skin, and solid muscles. If not for long-term hunger and malnutrition, Qin Yi might perhaps have been even a few degrees more handsome than this Young Master Li.

"Why don't we first try sending some messages and see whether they differentiate their responses based on the content of the messages, or simply reject everything we send!" Peng Zhenren thought for a moment and said.

The Buddha light towered aloft, and the radiance shining down made Lin Zhe and the others feel warm all over, exceedingly comfortable, but to Lord Wuchen it was a different matter entirely—that Buddha light was incomparably scorching, as if it could reduce him to ashes at any moment.

Perhaps it was his disappearance that had aroused the vigilance of those high-ranking cultivators, and they had begun to observe the surrounding situation.

However, unlike humans, ghosts and monsters possessed formidable power; they would from time to time commit evil in the human realm and kill humans, so humans were filled with terror and loathing toward them.

"But does this have anything to do with the talisman array you just set up?" Lin Zhe was taken aback. You surely couldn't say that the Curse Refinement Peak made your curse refinement arts incomparably powerful—that would be far too heaven-defying.

Only that broken bowl still radiated brilliant light; Lord Wuchen felt a stabbing pain and could not approach, and could only watch the old man's actions.

Wang Mengqi had also previously heard some legends about luminous pearls; in myth and legend, the Dragon Palace at the bottom of the sea used luminous pearls for illumination, and the light given off by a single luminous pearl could make the Dragon Palace as bright as daylight.

He disliked looking at Lin Xue, and by extension disliked looking at Li Qingfeng too; mocking Li Qingfeng while simultaneously taking a jab at Lin Xue was something he greatly enjoyed doing.

Mou Shi at once laid bare all of Ma Huang's painstaking efforts as well as the identity of the Master of Mayang.

Of course, for the deceased captain and sniper, a family settlement allowance of two million—that could be arranged.

Just after entering the rubble, the searing heat that hit them head-on and the scene visible at a glance immediately made one think of being inside a furnace.

"If you don't hate us, why don't you stay a bit longer? From the look of it, you should hate Wang Yan, right?" Xu Jingqi stared at him and asked.

"Ha!" Li Qingfeng shouted loudly, the true essence within his body circulated, and his right fist struck out fiercely, condensing into a giant fist; as it swung, wind howled and thunder rumbled, smashing toward Jiang Ziyue.

The Lin family, once the head of the four great families of the capital, was suddenly massacred overnight; this matter could be said to have caused an enormous uproar at the time.

Yi Pingping's task of capturing the person had already been completed; Tian Xin had already been sent to the hospital, and the provincial capital had dispatched a team of over a dozen people; this time, Tian Xin could not escape even with wings.

Xiang Yu kept following the footprints; in the blood-stained white snow, the blood-smeared hoofprints of the Snow Nation were far too conspicuous.

Li Qi concentrated his focus slightly, but he did not activate his special vision to see what the situation was, because things were not very stable in the vehicle.