Chapter 165

At night—or more precisely, after the logging work was done, Chen Yan returned to the wooden cabin; the wooden bowl brought some food and then left—by this timing, it was several hours after Chen Yan’s “shift ended.”

This hellish place had no concept of day or night at all.

There seemed to be no sun here; it was always pitch black, and the forest was perpetually shrouded in mist.

The moment Sun Yumeng finished speaking, a powerful gunshot exploded directly in her earpiece—but the bullet didn’t hit her character, it struck the ground beside her.

The spinning energy blade shattered on impact; Yang Dongqing surged through the energy barrier, crushing the stones beneath his feet, accelerating again, and in an instant he was beneath his opponent.

Hmm… Boris knew the statement was actually quite accurate, yet it still sounded strangely off.

“It’s the Tang army!” The camel riders panicked, some drawing swords, others turning to flee; the Pierres stood frozen, eyes wide with boundless terror—could Jalandra’s words truly be true?

Only from a position of superiority can one speak fluently; these veteran masters taught their disciples their own insights, the landscapes they had traversed, making their words meaningful. This spiritual wisdom cultivated through martial practice had nothing to do with literacy—it was innate, like a clever monkey’s instinct.

Every time he saw his son so fond of being held by Li Ang, Cao Anmin couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy, yet more than that, he felt joy. He was the Emperor, but also a man—and having such a close friend was truly one of life’s great pleasures.

Sun Yumeng covered her face; even now, she could still feel the lingering warmth and dampness on her cheeks.

But the thought passed in an instant; Pei Mingyuan was Zhang Huan’s trusted confidant—how could his father possibly appoint him as heir? After weighing it all, Pei Minghai remained the greatest threat to him.

Before Yue Fei’s resistance against the Jin, Zhuxian Town was an obscure place; now, thanks to Yue Fei’s fame, it has echoed through history, known to nearly every Chinese person. It was here that Yue Fei led the Yue Army to confront Wanyan Zongbi, defeating the Jin general who sought to conquer the Central Plains.

After glaring at Tang Han one last time, the driver started the car and drove off; Tang Han pretended not to notice.

But if they truly had their butcher knives in hand, and Gu Qing were to appear before them now, it was hard to say they wouldn’t slash him to death on the spot.

When Han Shanping received Ning Yuan’s call, he could only laugh and sigh—it was exactly the call he had wanted to make himself.

General Ye and Ye Xuan and others had already been waiting at the door; the moment they saw Ye Mengge return, they wiped their eyes and welcomed the two inside.

“We were acting in self-defense! There were witnesses around us!” Yang Mi said as if it were obvious.

“After quarreling so fiercely with the Emperor, would she believe me?” the Empress Dowager asked, clearly unconvinced.

“This semester, our class welcomes two new students. Let these two new classmates introduce themselves to everyone.” Shen Du listened as Teacher Yang Yu addressed the class, suddenly realizing his new homeroom teacher was the type who handled things efficiently, with no patience for delays.

After the Demon Realm invasion and the Ghost King Sect’s redemption, the two were finally able to meet and date openly.

In the uncharted depths of the Pacific Ocean, beneath the dark sea, there existed a crimson glow, flickering back and forth as if breathing.

In Cen Lihua’s view, Old Lady Huo had lost all usefulness; she was shrewd and amiable, and impossible to manipulate into opposing Gu Xi.