Chapter 777: Zhanpu Is Still Inexperienced, We Must Strive

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The north wind's wailing outside the window sounded like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The name Liangzhou is well chosen, directly reflecting the character "cool"; in Liangzhou the lowest temperature on a harsh winter night plummets to minus twenty degrees.

Even the Tibetans who claim to be cold‑resistant do not stand on the city wall to feel the chill; they hide in the corner tower to warm themselves by fire.

It is deep night now, and inside a seal‑posting room on a city tower in Liangzhou, Da Zha Lu Gong is furrowing his brow.

Suppressed by Lin Yan's long halberd, Tang Beihong could not lift that spear tip; he could only raise his long spear with both hands to resist, letting out a muffled groan, his face full of struggle.

"I see," Xiao Riyue murmured softly, showing an enlightened expression, his gaze again falling on Yao Ziyan.

The sky drifted with scattered snowflakes, the north wind whistled lightly, and the entire Datong Mansion seemed to enter a sleeping state, very quiet.

A branch pierced his arm; after pulling it out the wound was deep, but fortunately it did not damage muscle or bone.

Ji Anxuan's slender, fair hand held a child‑palm‑sized white jade that glimmered a hint of green in the sunlight, making his hand look even more crystal clear, stunningly beautiful.

Therefore, in front of a simple statue, Ruoshui cannot fulfill his aspiration to become a knight.

"If the villages of Meilin and Xiatang cooperate, the yield would be considerable," Andre laughed, staring at the cart laden with pleasing vegetables and fruits, rubbing his soft, fine moustache.

Running into each other here is fate; I'm sure she went in to meet someone, and above her there must be an even bigger fish; as for who it is, we don't know yet.

Being tugged by Ren Xuelan's ear until it hurt badly, he only heard Zhang Duobiao crying out several times in pain; he wanted to slap off Ren Xuelan's hand but dared not, so he gritted his teeth and endured, inhaling cold air repeatedly, and for a while could not speak.

Perhaps this is the butterfly effect caused by the non‑contemporary figure Meng Zhongyou's participation.

Wang An and Lu Deshuang have met a few times, but that was years ago; however, no one expected that Lu Deshuang, whom he regarded as Zhao Bin's cronies, would, within just a few years, build such a massive enterprise. Considering Lu Deshuang is still not yet thirty, he is indeed very young.

What is the highest realm of singing? There is no unified standard. But most people think that when the singer pours their heart out and the listener cries, that is the pinnacle.

It's just a pity that Jiao Tianjun hasn't even a year from its founding to its growth; all along, it has been governed by military law over everyone under its jurisdiction.

Since Su Hang took charge of the Great Dao Sect, this is his first time coming to Yazi Peak for a sacrificial ceremony; he hadn't attended the previous succession ceremony.

Lin Bao'er stared with her enchanting eyes at Zhu Ziqing; she saw in him a faint trace of the authority belonging only to those above.

If another boss invested, he would accept without hesitation. No matter what the final product turned out to be, opportunity is paramount. Even if it fails and loses money, it's someone else's loss, while he can gain experience from the filming process.

But this also perfectly matched Chen Weiming's intention; with a raise of his hand he created countless duplicates, densely packed, while he himself performed a spatial shift, arriving at the ear of the Golden‑Winged Great Roc King.

Thus, over three years, Dong Xuan remained in the spare‑wheel role; she wasn't unaware of her situation with Lu Deshuang, but her temperament was so docile that she thought Lu Deshuang would return after his outside amusements, yet a single accident finally left Dong Xuan in despair.

She has nothing left but Yang Tianye; if she loses him, she truly doesn't know how she could continue living.

The divine light surrounding Xiao Chen, also struck and burst open, like a rising mushroom‑shaped divine cloud blooming above his head; the invisible shock ripples made the entire Bodhi Ancient Tree space tremble as if about to collapse.