Chapter 676: Returning Again to Liusha River

Xiao Yu felt deeply uneasy.

If a great deity praised her as having the legacy of ancient sages, even if she feigned humility, her lips would inevitably curl upward.

She couldn't help but feel triumphant and ecstatic inside.

But "ancient emperor"... could any normal person endure such a compliment?

What would the Great Qin court make of it?

"Kunlun Jun, I am a loyal minister of Great Shu, and equally loyal to Great Qin. My heart holds only the duty of a subject."

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan stopped dwelling on it and quickly settled his mind, sensing the aura of Huoyin Yuan.

What Ruan and Qi hadn't expected was that San Bao actually endured the blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood while using Ruan and Qi's powerful palm wind to propel himself several meters away, flashing with golden light before vanishing again.

"That's your brother, not you," Li Mu thought to himself, taking Mu Xue's hand and planning to take a stroll far away, then bringing her back to the Ming Cult later.

The sky gradually darkened; the enemy ceased attacking, instead deploying troops to surround the walls on all sides, their intentions unclear.

For lunch, Yan Niang and Si Le cooked together, preparing dishes all sweet—Yilan Xue's favorites—and Jiang Yue, who also loved sweets, ate just as heartily as she did.

Lan Xi, while learning to drive, kept pondering how to persuade him to abandon thoughts of restoring his kingdom—it was utterly unrealistic and would bring him needless disaster—but would Ge Pei even listen to advice?

As Hua Shangxue finished speaking, Yu Míxíng and Xuan Lan also sensed approaching footsteps—someone was indeed coming toward them.

I split my forces into three divisions to attack the northern, southern, and western gates, leaving the eastern gate open for the enemy to retreat to Guangxin. I personally rode along the western gate directing the assault, from Chen to Wei hours, as men and horses gradually grew weary. Zhang Ren watched closely from the walls and relayed his thoughts to Liu Xun.

Lan Xi sighed inwardly—thirty taels of silver hadn't even warmed her hands before slipping away, and she still had to ensure no mishaps occurred to survive until her monthly stipend arrived.

Nan Xingyu murmured, "Uncle Qianchong, it seems I must break my promise today—I'm truly sorry I didn't keep my word with you." A deep blue full moon appeared behind her; a dragon's roar seemed to pierce through distant time and space, echoing across all four directions.

Pei Xiuqi could confidently say no one understood Yan Yiyi better than he did—not even Yan Yiyi herself.

The move came suddenly; Wang Muqi was unprepared, but she made no move to counter, for the hands had wrinkles—a pair of elderly hands.

Then Bai Yujing felt a mouth press against the spot just bitten, a tongue licking and sucking there.

"Uh, I'm fine, but how did I end up—beast!" Zhou Chong cried in terror, his stored energy nearly striking the king bee—only Nan Xingyu's hand gripping his wrist stopped him in time.

The man clutched his burned eye, still searching for the culprit who'd tossed the cigarette, when a powerful kick struck his back—he felt a piercing pain as if his spine had been pierced through.

Insight means the body is fully controlled, the mind is crystal clear, and intention is luminous—before the autumn cicada stirs, the observer already knows.

A con artist succeeds because most of what he says is true, lying only at the most critical point.

Upon hearing this question, the entire class instantly focused at two hundred percent—their state was like watching a grand drama, only lacking some sunflower seeds to snack on.

His hand slid into the glass ceiling as easily as into water, effortlessly prying off a one-meter square pane of fiberglass.

When He Shuishui saw He Daqing, her eyes lit up instantly, and she cried out in excitement.

As far as he knew, the Lu Group had no significant industry or business dealings in Germany, a country dominated by family monopolies.