Chapter 326: Tang Tang's Day

Today's Tang Tang was still in fairly good spirits.

In the morning, she went to the market with her mother and grandmother to buy groceries—the "grandmother" in Tang Tang's heart referred to Fourth Aunt.

Fourth Aunt was a native of Binhai, already fifty-one this year, which made her a few years younger than Jiang Yingxue.

But different people have different fates; she had struggled her whole life, and at over fifty still had to work as a housekeeper. Fortunately, she had met Ruan Hongzhuang, who gave her quite decent treatment in every respect—call it luck.

She had only just arrived at Shen

There was still a hint of reluctance on his face, but then Xia Nuannuan said something, and Shen Zihao impatiently nodded.

From the mottled wood a fresh green hue seeped through; from the dusty cracks in the ground tender sprouts poked out; and at some unknown moment, delicate flower petals had appeared on the ragged towel slung over the runner's shoulder, lending even that towel a touch of nobility.

Three big "Erases" instantly cowed everyone. Erase meant death—true, absolute death—and no one could face death and remain calm.

But Liu Shuangshuang had no Bodhisattva heart. She clenched her pearly teeth and used her qi to shove aside all the surrounding villagers; while they were still in a daze, Xue Qingzhao was grabbed and dragged off running.

Qi Yin carefully asked Yu Yunsheng the reason for hitting Qi Luan, and learned it was because Yan Shu had been coming to see Luan'er all along. Qi Yin's fury suddenly ebbed by more than half, and he squinted, thoughtfully glancing at Yan Shu and Qi Luan.

Most of those watching the livestream of what happened on the starship were merely curious, casually tuning in.

Fortunately, Lei Jue had gone ahead to give the heads-up; even though Nangong Ling didn't quite believe it, she still made some preparations.

The artists had finally been vindicated and gained the attention of some people, and their lives were gradually improving.

Not long after, Yun Liu Yan's group arrived at the Western Capital, Jingcheng. Yun Muxue lifted the carriage curtain and admired the scenery outside.

The ink-colored figure was like a blade plunged into the enemy's heart—seemingly undefeatable, unkillable, driving them to despair—when suddenly cavalry surged over the wall, less than three chi from Lifang Ruohua.

But the moment he opened his mouth, it was as if God had said "Let there be light"—every ray of light in the world converged upon him.

Yet these were precisely the spiritual medicines Xue Hao had demanded from the Mu family. They were called spiritual medicines, but in Mu Ming's eyes, none of them actually were.

Immediately, the people behind him summoned spiritual power, channeling strand after strand into the bodies of those who had fallen; before long, they woke up.

The moment he stepped inside, he began wildly slapping the drivers and security guards about the head and face. In an instant, four or five of them were sent sprawling to the ground, groaning without cease.

In terms of training methods, equipment standards, and combat ability, they were a match for the First Garrison of the Imperial Guard.

How wretched were the two? Every tooth had been pulled from their mouths, their fingernails had been pulled out, and each had their left ear sliced off.

"You… what exactly do you mean? Are you surrendering?" Sandra's face darkened. What he wanted was for Jiang Nan to say it himself—that would make him all the more triumphant.

Following the information from the Plane Ring, a crisp sound rang out within Yuan Ying's body, as if some door had been opened. In an instant, his cultivation broke through to the early Mahayana stage, and at the same time a deep, vast power surged out of his dantian like bamboo shoots after the rain.

"Then didn't you see that Guoguo is panicking right now, nervous, at a loss?" Jiang Nan added.

Zhao Qian was clearly the highest leader on this occasion aside from the Four Generals; he was only briefly startled by their deaths.

Luo Tian Bu Ming asked in confusion, "Mother, why let him go? Don't forget—he's the enemy who once tried to kill us." As he spoke, a surge of anger rose in his heart; if not for Hei Min's words just now, he would have made Hei Xing die in agony.

After some brief communication, this soul body was utterly terrified of Long Qianxun, dreading that Long Qianxun would make it dissipate completely from heaven and earth.

The newcomer did not answer, but slowly raised the weapon in his hand. By the moonlight, Wu Yuanzi could see it was a single-handed greatsword, entirely black, rather crudely made; the blade looked almost unsharpened. Calling it a greatsword, one might more aptly dub it a "fire poker."