Chapter 319

“Cough, cough, never mind… we’ve lost all feeling for each other.”

Old Tian was just being polite.

“WTF, if we’ve lost all feeling, why are you taking my cat?”

Qi Hao got angry.

“Ah, time really flies—it’s been ten years already!”

Old Tian met Qi Hao in 1999, became his assistant around the 2000 Lunar New Year, and soon after became his agent.

Exactly ten years.

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Chu Yao, seeing Jiang Xianyu’s determined gaze, finally smiled for the first time that evening.

When everyone else had fallen asleep, she, Li Junjun, and Gao Yingying changed into white undergarments, let their hair hang loose, painted their faces heavily—especially their lips, stained crimson into gaping bloody maws.

Si Nian’s nails weren’t long, but after gripping tightly for so long, it felt as if she’d dug straight into flesh.

The previous two clashes between the Japanese and Company Commander Wang had been frontal assaults; the Japanese 3rd Regiment suffered heavy losses resisting Wang’s men. Though they eventually seized the position, the cost far exceeded expectations.

After running a while, Fang Ping’s miserable face lit up with a smile as he spotted Fang Han waiting ahead.

“Commander, what if we put on Japanese uniforms?” asked the medical officer.

After a dazzling flurry of moves, Gu Chacha’s Pei Qinhu didn’t die—he somehow scored a double kill.

Amid the crushing weight of universal condemnation, murderous intent accumulated in his chest, nearly overflowing, ready to burst from his eyes and every pore of his body.

“Heh, I, Zhu Rong, have a fine disciple!” Zhu Rong, however, seemed lost in thought and did not retreat.

Wang Zhao raised her sword again, stepped lightly, leapt into the air, and unleashed a technique called Breaking the Dao. She turned her sword qi into a shield, dodging the musical waves; as her blade neared Yue He, the sword qi surged violently, radiating fierce killing intent.

Ju Wuba had once been beaten by Wu Tu Gu, Hu Che’er, and Guan Hai—seeming no more than a half-step Great Golden Body, but in truth, he’d only relied on brute strength and never displayed the true aura and physique of a half-step Great Golden Body.

Among everyone present, Huangfu Jixun was the only one who could match Tianya in combat; their fight’s outcome was uncertain, yet Huangfu Jixun made no move to stop Tianya, only watching from the side. Perhaps after Tianya finished this matter, Huangfu Jixun would scold him a little—but nothing more.

Cai Gong couldn’t resist Zhang Zhen, so he summoned a servant and ordered him to go to Cui Jing’s mansion and bring back Cui Yu.

Luo Lin was just a new recruit—they had no authority to command him. Once aboard the warship, he could just hide in the cabin and still earn combat merit without lifting a finger.

This was a division of territorial influence; the cake available was only so large, naturally drawing many hungry wolves and sharks.

Under the white, jade-like hands of Fu Ji, a single sword thrust released an indescribable, peerless elegance—like the surging Guangling River pouring into the sea, or a sword immortal leaping from the Jade Emperor’s Tower.

When Shi Tianbei was ten months old, he could say a few words, though no one knew what they meant; he could stand for long periods but still couldn’t walk well.

Qinghan looked back as he walked away and noticed Han Yun was gone, but he didn’t stop—he’d heard from his teammates how dangerous this guy was, so he didn’t want to provoke him again until everyone arrived, then they could discuss it.

An Nascent Soul peak cultivator can destroy a Level Three planet; a Ninth Tribulation cultivator, when enraged, can obliterate even a Level Six or Seven planet.

In the instant of falling, Xiao Feng clearly felt the bullet whistle past his head, barely grazing it.

The village chief asked Old De: “Old De, pick a spot—we’ll duel in poetry.” The village chief wanted fame; defeating Old De would greatly help him, for instance, solidifying his position as chief.

He killed two more, then dashed forward, drew his combat knife, and lunged at the next target.

Xiang Hao felt warm all over, as if bathed in a warm ocean, where essence surged powerfully, elevating both his flesh and spirit.

Originally, Qi Lin already harbored deep hostility toward Fang Yi; now he regarded Fang Yi as a lifelong enemy, his eyes brimming with hatred.

When a red flame suddenly appeared before Xiao Feng and Qin Kexin, both froze in surprise.

The village chief took the whip, turned the horse south toward the forest, and saw the soldier had already ridden far away. In fact, when the soldier went to the barracks to fetch the whip, the village chief already knew he was leaving. He didn’t call out—he’d already shouted once.

Xu He took Fang Yi’s Shanzhai phone, used Fang Yi’s phone to call her own, saved the number, then handed the phone back to Fang Yi.

His fist, like jade, emitted a faint glow, obscuring its form; his eyes flashed like lightning as he charged straight toward Jiang Yu.

Zhou Ran didn’t want to complain about the flight attendant—those procedures were too troublesome. He’d just tear up the note and pretend he’d never seen it. After tearing it, he lay back on his seat, ready to sleep.

Though unspoken, everyone understood—it was like chickens pecking at fireflies, all knew the order had been set by seniority.

Cao Ren, standing nearby, heard Cao Cao’s words and shared his longing, wishing he could compete with these prodigies. When he came to his senses, he hastily plucked several large green plums from the pile, frantically arranging them on the chessboard, one by one.

Liang Shan sighed, glancing at Jin Minggui. If Jin had been arrogant, he might’ve enjoyed playing with him. But now that he’d surrendered so meekly, Liang Shan had no interest in striking back.

After dinner, Lu Zixi was about to wash the dishes, but Shi Ying told him not to—she’d clean up later; they should go downstairs for a stroll first.