Chapter 601: Eating People

"Ah, City God—~"

Only when Qin Chenghuang lay like a dead dog in the corner, his body riddled with sword wounds, muscles twitching in agony yet utterly immobilized, did the ghost gods finally arrive.

They were indeed late, but not deliberately.

The interval between the outbreak of conflict and the end of battle had been far too short.

None of them had reacted in time.

They had just heard a powerful divine energy surge erupt from the back hall of the government office and rushed over immediately.

Outside, it was deep night; apart from a few night cats still lingering in the wind, the place was already empty.

"Alright." Lu Meng took the aluminum alloy and began grinding the items into powder using a nanomill.

With Spring Festival approaching, all major TV channels were flooded with advertisements for health supplements; this meeting was the final confirmation for the year-end health product promotion.

They had to climb a long stretch of mountain path; Liao Liao's arm wound hadn't healed yet, and during this time Qiao Anming had spoiled her—she complained after walking a little, demanding her mother carry her.

She needed many tools; since her father had already agreed to provide resources, she had no reason to be polite to him.

During Linlin's hospital stay, An Ruoran noticed nothing amiss—but one day, after Linlin sent her away, she returned to find Linlin gone; when she saw her again, it was on the hospital's top floor, right before her eyes, as Linlin committed suicide.

Du Ruo had thought of giving up more than once, but the sight of her loved ones having treatment withdrawn and dying right before her eyes—she lacked the courage to even imagine it.

Perhaps, after this night passes, the name Leng Dianchen will fade from An Ruoran's heart; perhaps, Leng Dianchen will feel nothing for her at all.

Had the mech not suddenly erupted and killed the Slayer Angel, Dilifor would never have imagined such a frail-looking mech possessed such terrifying explosive power.

The scene was warm and beautiful, pink bubbles and hearts fluttering everywhere; Qian Dao Xingyin widened her eyes in constant astonishment.

In fact, Chen Lei once read a biography of Dust Emperor, in which the author, in his past life, realized: whether immortals exist or not, "immortal" is merely a title, a realm, a new form of life.

"But I don't like her at all," Xiao Han weakly protested with a lame excuse, a trace of vexation darkening his handsome brow.

Three infantry units of a thousand men each—this was the maximum combat force the Xuan Yi Army could deploy; meanwhile, the Mongol Alliance had already assembled twelve to thirteen thousand troops. Had they not feared an ambush from Song soldiers at the Southern Granary, they could have reached twenty thousand—but now there was no "what if."

After Kangxi roared, Fuca Guicai finally realized what she had said and immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.

"Shaolin Temple has everything going for it—except their vegetarian meals are too bland!" Yang Yun thought as he swallowed.

Sunzi said: Warfare is a matter of vital importance to the state, a matter of life and death, of survival or destruction—it must be thoroughly examined. Thus, military affairs are state affairs, matters of life and death; if survival is hopeless, how can one speak of benevolence and righteousness? The dead do not object.

Yang Yun made a slight attempt, then waved his hand and dispersed the ice arrows before him. Within the temporary dwelling, it was inconvenient to unleash overly powerful Dao techniques.

Finally, the spinning golden shield halted, but the golden rays refracted from the bronze mirror remained dense—a web of tens of thousands of golden beams still surrounded his body, though no new wave of golden light attacked.

Someone seeing the owners of these two dogs would surely start yelling; Tong Guai Guai and Ding Xiao exchanged a glance and decided to leave quickly before public outrage erupted.

Yin Ziyè opened his eyes—everything before him was white. His entire body felt drained of strength. He felt parched and wanted water. He had just sat up on the hospital bed when his mother and his assistant appeared together in the room.