Chapter 442: 428. Armor of War

428. Armor of War

Guan Yibing turned her head to glance at Ling Long, who was rummaging through things, and a smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Liu Xia looked toward Yun Mubai instead; she still hadn't figured out everything that was happening, so she truly didn't know what to say.

After Jiang Yu took a sip of soup to stop coughing, she noticed the predatory gaze opposite her. She struggled for a moment, broke free from him, and awkwardly forced her body to turn away.

Gu Nian flew toward the capital of the Moon Glow Kingdom while lost in thought; a few hours later, she saw the capital in the distance.

They felt they could no longer endure it, so they took the initiative to strike, utilizing their advantage of knowing the terrain to engage the enemy in guerrilla warfare and circle around to attack from the rear.

Chang Qing timidly performed a salute, then looked at Liu Xia and the others with a face full of panic; that look was as if he had seen a ghost.

Who would have thought that this princess named Utuma had no intention of roasting him, but instead had someone bring over two wolves to watch him.

Suoyin was running through the woods. His figure was tall, taller than the trees, and he snapped trees with his large palms as if they were chopsticks, attempting to use his size and strength to strike Suoyin dead with a single blow.

Monsters and demons are not the same kind of creature. When many animals and plants take human form, they tend to pursue a beauty that leans toward humanity.

"This, I... you just need to believe that I won't really marry him." Su Qianxia laughed it off, racking her brains and only managing to come up with that one sentence.

Furthermore, the burning of the Great Buddha Hall at Eastern Great Temple made people realize that even the divine light of the Buddha was ineffective in these "chaotic times."

There’s really no helping it. Taking off her headscarf, Asama slid her hand to signal a connection, notifying the classmates on the front lines.

In chaotic times, even at the Pegasus Ranch, a relaxed and comfortable life could not last forever. Therefore, having stayed at the ranch for less than eight days, the youth, who had always considered himself the protagonist of the world, rode out on horseback and galloped toward the south.

The fact that an organization like "Heavenly Kill" could have an expert of this caliber shows how formidable their strength is. With such skills, one would hold a high position in any sect in the pugilistic world. Yet, he was willing to be an obscure assassin in "Heavenly Kill."

"One inch wide, four feet long, thin and sharp." Carrying the steel ruler on his back, standing tall yet with his head slightly lowered and eyes cast down, the Sword Lord's words were, unexpectedly, becoming similar to that figure in his memories. Concise.

Why flee? Why choose this path? The youth had no idea, nor did he have the energy to think about it.

There was no way to resist a blade that could not be seen. Liuyue swung his blade twice more, and instantly, two more people vanished from the roof. Chen Yan was clearly a cut above the others; at least there was no confusion in his eyes, only incredulous surprise and the anger that appeared when his own men were killed, yet he did not step forward to intervene.

Since the matter was decided, and neither of the two was young or the type to stand on ceremony, they picked a good day in the twelfth lunar month and began making arrangements in the manor.

The moment the words fell, a man with a tall build but bat wings on his back flew into the Death Hall. The man was about two and a half meters tall, his body covered in well-proportioned, explosive muscles, and his face was handsome but possessed an indescribable eeriness.

Looking at the idiotic Jin Tao in front of him, who was clutching the M4A2 he had just finished making and calibrating, he could see the drool about to fall from his mouth.

"That's true, why bother worrying about it." I smiled and sat directly in my seat, looking ahead, feeling somewhat happy. After all, the enemy of one's enemy is a friend. At this moment, I was pleased with what I saw.

Peng Li returned to his room, took off his coat, and went straight to sleep without even taking off his pants. If this were at home, Li Shiyu would have scolded Peng Li thoroughly; she would never have allowed him to go to bed so dirty. Fortunately, he wasn't at home, otherwise, Peng Li would never have dared to lie on the bed so "comfortably."

"Fine, you just wait!" Seeing Xin Wu about to make another move, the Japanese man dropped that sentence and scrambled away in terror.

"What, is Brother Dafang surprised to see me dressed so brightly today?" Shi Jingqi didn't ask for the host's permission, sat down directly, and casually signaled for Ming Jue behind him to sit as well.

"Feng Mangzhi, of course not!" Prince Zhuang revealed a sneer of disdain, then clapped his hands heavily three times, and a black shadow appeared silently behind him. The princes had never seen such an eerie scene and could not help but be terrified; Feng Huaizhang even collapsed onto his chair, unable to make a sound.

The wind on the sea gradually grew stronger, and as if the chill made him uncomfortable, a soldier walked over from afar and draped a military overcoat over the old man.

Imperial Consort Mei Jilan said to Prime Minister Huang Yue: "Close the bedroom door, I have a cold and am afraid of the wind." Prime Minister Huang Yue hesitated for a moment before walking over to close the bedroom door.

"Hehe, it's nothing much, just promised to find me a few girls and give me some money," Brother Yi said with a smile.

Qin Tian saw a guy who was obscenely wretched appear before him; in particular, the guy was unhygienic, covered in a layer of dandruff, and he almost vomited just from looking at him.

Over at the West Flower Military Camp, after much busyness, the fire was finally extinguished, but nearly half of the grain and fodder had been lost, making it almost impossible to sustain the nearly one-hundred-thousand-strong army for long.

A year ago, when Li Yun fought against Uchiha Xiaoye, he had witnessed the power of the Sharingan. That insight capable of seeing through all physical techniques, as well as the amplification of ninjutsu, had made Li Yun's heart palpitate. However, the Sharingan was most famous for its genjutsu, which Li Yun had not yet had the opportunity to witness.

However, Wu Jingui, who had left, was watching the Fatty's facial expressions in the monitoring room, a smug smile involuntarily rising to the corners of his mouth, thinking the Fatty was just a joke.