Chapter 850: One Hundred and Ninety-Seven: The Smell of Gunpowder

One Hundred and Ninety-Seven: The Smell of Gunpowder

The fifth watch’s second quarter is roughly seven o’clock at night.

In Ouyang Rong’s courtyard, Lan Ruoxi, sitting upright, explained once, and Aqing finally gave a serious reply:

“Yes, I know—he gave me instructions before he left… As for what you mentioned, it’s true: he almost always leaves around the fifth watch’s second quarter, but today was an exception—he had an urgent matter and went ahead to the Qingliang Valley dining hall.”

Lan Ruoxi nodded, suddenly understanding:

The fifth watch’s second quarter is roughly seven o’clock at night.

In Ouyang Rong’s courtyard, Lan Ruoxi, sitting upright, explained once, and Aqing finally gave a serious reply:

“Yes, I know—he gave me instructions before he left… As for what you mentioned, it’s true: he almost always leaves around the fifth watch’s second quarter, but today was an exception—he had an urgent matter and went ahead to the Qingliang Valley dining hall.”

Lan Ruoxi nodded, suddenly understanding:

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The fifth watch’s second quarter is roughly seven o’clock at night.

In Ouyang Rong’s courtyard, Lan Ruoxi, sitting upright, explained once, and Aqing finally gave a serious reply:

“It’s true—he almost always leaves around the fifth watch’s second quarter, but today was an exception—he had an urgent matter and went ahead to the dining hall.”

Lan Ruoxi nodded:

“Then it matches. I also felt he didn’t deliberately stand us up.”

Aqing said nothing more.

Of course, although some of the songs suited Madonna’s style, Simon still insisted on keeping the benefits within the family.

By luring most of the zombies to the far end, Wang Qitian and the opposite staircase naturally formed a passage.

He glanced around and saw that Xia Xue, Wang Yang, and Shen Han were in the same condition—even worse than Wang Qitian, since Wang Qitian had the best overall physical condition among them and, relatively speaking, the best stamina.

Three consecutive thuds: three white zombies clutching the Fanhun Grass slammed into the barrier ahead and were violently bounced back.

The cultivators who saw her emerge probed her cultivation base with their spiritual sense; their expressions were nearly all disbelief.

Also, tell our teacher—I’m having a birthday in a few days and want to invite my classmates to my place.

You don’t eat what the cook makes, so I went in and made it for you myself—please, for my effort, eat at least a little.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch; this so-called scholarship fund is clearly the man before me cultivating his own loyal talent for his wealth empire.

Bai Chen had experience with creation—he had once been wildly excited, painting everywhere, curious about this miraculous ability, and especially fond of drawing people or animals.

Though it sounds mystical, as a physical being, one is bound to age, fall ill, and die; having a grave is normal.

After deciding to build City God and Earth God temples, the Yin Si did not follow Lu Yu’s instruction to build only thirty-six City God temples and seventy-two Earth God temples—they built a City God temple in every city.

She rolled off Old Shi’s body onto the ground; the old man, unable to stop, crashed straight into Old Shi, who couldn’t open her eyes.

The workers taking their midday break each swallowed hard and promptly lined up in familiar order.

After swallowing this pill, the body deflates like a punctured ball, sinking lower every day.

Hengtang Town is your foundational birthplace—its status cannot be replaced by any other place; do not abandon it.

Especially in the capital, beneath the Son of Heaven’s feet, the dragon vein’s spiritual energy is so strong it masks many traces; places protected by a dragon vein are inherently antagonistic to evil spirits and malevolent entities—Du’e’s full aura of malevolence here will be severely disrupted, and all techniques will face natural restrictions.

But upon closer thought, even if she asked, if the other party intended to hide the truth, they likely wouldn’t speak it.

Some of the more impatient ones directly cursed their own family members and ordered them to apologize to Su Jin.

Zhang Qi rubbed his chin—he wanted to marry a princess to facilitate his future ascension to power in Huaxia, and since he never carefully studied history, he naturally didn’t know the exact ages of the Western Han princesses; he hadn’t expected there to be no suitable candidate now.

Looking at the ground covered densely with pills like white pearls—the Juqi Pills—Chen Feng excitedly rubbed his hands.

“Your Highness, we use the insect race for this experiment due to certain issues among my clan’s elders.” Mi Tuo was clever—he ended his performance just in time and shifted to the main topic.

Even Chen Shao had to stretch his wrists—he always exhausted his hands during book signings, no matter how much spiritual power he used to relieve the strain; there were simply too many people.

With a helpless sigh, Jinchanzi could not defy Su Yang and led the way again, guiding Su Yang through the Guest Gate into the sacred grounds of Ling Mountain.