Chapter 119: Fate, Mysteriously Ineffable

The sun rose high, and the sky poured forth its light.

The vast river-valley basin, bathed in the morning light, seemed draped in a layer of golden veil.

Inside the fortress, Li Shuang had risen early, taking a bowl of lamb soup sprinkled with chopped scallions from the kitchen woman's hands, and gently sipped a mouthful.

The lamb soup overflowed with the fragrance of meat, rich with thick grease; once swallowed into the belly, warmth filled his entire body. The drowsiness brought on by the chill of the autumn morning in the mountain wilds—

"Hah! What's that to me? Let me tell you, there's no person in this world I can't see through! You, you've got far too much to learn, take it slow!" The stall-keeper finished speaking and sauntered back to his own stall.

"Show me the test results." Su Yi did not answer, but stretched out her hand; immediately someone placed a tablet in it, within which the changes occurring inside Haise's body were being monitored in real time, in hopes of discerning the reason he could neither go berserk nor wake.

Why not a long-legged oppa? Ye Miao felt that Jian Mingjia better fit the temperament of a long-legged uncle—though he seemed rather cool and aloof, he was gentle with people, a classic cold-exterior, warm-interior type.

Wang Baldy was utterly aggrieved; after he and Ma Yong fell into the irrigation ditch, he thrust his knee upward once more, and Ma Yong, who was far lighter than Tan Dawei, was instantly shoved aside. Then he flipped over, straddled Ma Yong, swung up his shovel, and aimed straight for Ma Yong's forehead to smash it down.

Over the following two months, all was calm and nothing happened; the group recruited over a thousand new soldiers, and also built some fortifications at the strategic passes in the mountains to the south of the city, stationing troops to garrison them, in order to resist the Tufan incursions.

Chen Yun arrived at the forest's edge, took a deep breath, and plunged straight in; the magical beasts outside, he had enough strength to kill them.

Cao Zhen tilted her head and gave the young man a sweet smile, saying, "What are you doing, rescuing him again?" Having said that, she shot Sun Ce a coquettishly reproachful glare. Sun Ce then gave the young man an awkward, sheepish grin.

The two found a flat patch of ground, set Li Ke down, and examined him carefully. Fortunately, apart from the wound on his chest, no other parts had been affected by the explosion—this could be considered a blessing amid the misfortune; however, that wound was indeed deep enough, and the injury was serious.

Zhang Jialiang could still feel from the handshake that Jing Huaibei no longer had the same warmth and closeness as before.

Just then, Zhao Zilong felt a sharp, violent pain shoot through his right leg, which then instantly lost all strength. Without the support of his right leg, Zhao Zilong, who had been in the midst of a full sprint, lost his balance and crashed heavily to the ground.

"Wait a moment!" That fellow… was clearly right at the focal point where blood was splattering, but on closer look one could see that not a single drop of blood had stuck to him; moreover, it seemed the thick stench of blood had nothing to do with him either.

Xu Fan naturally understood this principle; at this point he took out a banknote, handed it to the other party, and stepped down directly from the car.

After completing this series of tasks, Xu Fan took out his phone and snapped a picture of the image.

Sensing that world-shocking aura, all the inner disciples' faces were filled with terror; especially those fellows who had bullied Su Jian and the others—they nearly started cursing their own fathers.

All the people of the Steel Fist Sect looked at one another, then burst into uproarious laughter, as though they had heard the funniest joke in history, clutching their bellies as they laughed, their gazes toward Chu Xinghan carrying obvious mockery and contempt.

Judging from the outside, this rockery truly had nothing special about it; moreover, it was inferior even to the rockeries in the gardens of ordinary nobles of the empire. But this was only the view of ordinary people—Nan Kerui did not think so, because he had discovered that this rockery was not only not ordinary, but was in fact extraordinarily unusual.

"Mm, here you go, my lord—got quite a few good things today." As she spoke, Lian observed the color on my lord's body; indeed it was a bit paler than when she had gone out this morning. Any question involving space generally consumed no small amount of energy.