Chapter 116: Why Don't You Dare Fight Da Ye Shuang?

Pingyang.

Inside White Horse City, on the parade ground, a large number of newly recruited volunteers were training.

The so-called volunteers were local militia.

Generally, they wore no armor and wielded only simple blades and spears, possessing no resistance whatsoever against the charge of heavy armored cavalry.

On the battlefield, their combat power was low and their morale was low; they were essentially cannon fodder.

Of course, their combat power also depended on who had summoned them.

Tang Wuying said, "In throwing hidden weapons, they are still far behind." Having spoken, he flashed out, and the others followed closely behind out of the woodshed.

To suddenly make peace with the noble families, one must first make them believe you; lost trust is hard to regain, especially since there was already little trust between the noble families and the royal house.

"What? Do you still intend to kill us?" one person sneered, his face brimming with mockery.

Zhou Yan immediately raised his vigilance to the highest, yet in his heart there was also an expectation: that his own talent for the Great Wei had already subdued this Young Master.

Huang Fu exclaimed in surprise, "Just the two of us to go!" Such a huge Hemp Rope Island; how difficult would it be to find the base? The manpower was clearly insufficient.

From the noble concubines within the palace to being forced to leave the court, seeking stability, Dan Ji retreated step by step; how could the sorrow in her heart be light?

"Granny, where are you going?" Ruo Li hurriedly caught up, supporting her. For some reason, the first time she met Meng Po, she felt she was so familiar, so kind, and could not help but want to care for her.

"I will not waste words on idle talk; I cannot put on an act of mutual appreciation, nor can I state what conditions you must offer for you to join the Blood Scissor Legion. Fight!!" San Jian said indifferently.

The demon clan members, being far away, had no time to dodge this strike; each was shaken until their chests were tight and their breath short, their eyes turning black. White mist rose from their bodies as residual force invaded their bodies, burning like fire and unbearable to endure.

After sneering, Wang Kai suddenly clutched his cheek, his expression twitching violently. The punch from Luo Hebin last time still caused him intense pain; this pain was also reminding Wang Kai of the humiliation he had suffered.

Wan Ying clung tightly to the black-clad man. The black-clad man did not struggle; he was just about to strike the back of Wan Ying's neck with the flat of his blade when Su Tie arrived in time to intercept him.

Jin Shanshan thought of Chen Dade's mother inside the nursing home, her hair a head of gray, her life requiring someone to care for her. How could this ungrateful son still ask her for money every day? How was she supposed to live?

"Master, do you truly wish to see Ouyang Qing?" Lin Xi looked around warily, as if she were very worried that Ouyang Qing would suddenly appear from somewhere.

Murong Qianshang had already opened his arms, preparing to catch his wife as she lunged, yet she stubbornly burrowed into the quilt in the opposite direction. This made the Lord of the Killing God feel somewhat hurt; his charm now was not even as great as that of the quilt. The Lord of the Killing God suddenly felt a bit jealous of the quilt on the bed.

"Then I dare not presume, but regarding Zhu Qiguo, I, Chuchu, besides the Emperor, truly need fear no one. Do you not agree, Prince Su?" Chuchu replied without any courtesy, paying not the slightest heed to Ouyang Yun Su's somewhat threatening tone.

Thinking of this, Tian Wushuang sneered, looked at the two evil cultivators outside, suddenly stomped on the accelerator, and crashed directly into Old Five blocking the way ahead.

"Since you have no guilty conscience, then in front of everyone, let me verify it for you and see exactly what happened on the day of the miscarriage." Tong Xie deliberately emphasized the two words "miscarriage."

Lying on Liu Chenyang's tall and fair body, Wan Ying cupped his face and spoke word by word: "Liu Chenyang, I love you." Without waiting for the person beneath her to answer, Wan Ying actively kissed his lips, which held little color, as if she intended to use all her strength to fiercely, deeply, and actively take control.

Indifference, ruthlessness, slaughter; from their vague shadows and the heavy scent of blood, one could judge these simple words.