Chapter 127: Like a Dragon's Roar

Tujing.

Outside the city, in the wilds of the mountains, five thousand Tangzhou soldiers formed their ranks.

Within the array, the great banner bearing the character "Pei" stood out conspicuously.

When Huba Emitu led the main army rushing to arrive, the other side had already formed up their ranks.

The Tujing Hu leader who had risen with him reminded him:

"The one coming must be Pei Qingsun!"

Huba Emitu had heard that name.

"Is that the man who, leading several thousand volunteers, slew Guo Kang'er?"

Chu Yan smiled faintly, shook his head, toyed with the ink flute, twirled it twice, tucked it behind his back, and strode in with his long legs.

Perfect—this Miss Naihe was the type who hadn't grown up and spoke innocently; taking her along would certainly rile him.

The glass tea set was shattered across the floor, and pillows, duvet covers, curtains were even torn and scattered everywhere; even the walls were covered in scratches gouged by some kind of sharp weapon! Not a single spot in the entire room was left intact.

When he returned to the bedroom and instinctively picked up his phone, he discovered Gu Chunqing had requested a video call twenty minutes earlier.

At the sight, countless magical beasts present all gave a slight start; upon seeing the wretched state of Yao Ming, they couldn't help but draw in a cold breath, and a trace of admiration entered their gazes toward the giant beast—to wound a five-star Dou Sheng with the strength of a one-star Dou Sheng, such power, if not unprecedented, was at least unheard of before.

Su Huai had actually been guessing that Chen Jiu had already agreed to this matter with Grandpa Feng; otherwise he wouldn't have hidden it from her—it must be because he was afraid she'd worry.

"Strange, just now I felt an ominous sensation in my heart, as if time itself had stopped." Xuan Kongzi atop the high platform clenched and unclenched his palm, speaking with a bewildered expression.

Then he threw a punch straight at him; Zhao Dong dropped into a horse stance, steady as Taishan, unmoved by thunder; he opened his palm and took the punch head-on.

Her manager told her that the request for a meeting would be relayed to Xuan Mubai, but three days passed and there was still no reply from the manager's side.

That fellow was no good sort at all; her aunt in every other respect was fine—kind and gentle—yet unfortunately had married the wrong man, having been matched by the Su family to Fang Pingshan.

"There's a letter here." Baozi also noticed the letter placed on the table, picked it up, and handed it to Lin An.

In the beginning, the laws of Yan Country were enacted to protect the weak, but gradually people discovered that their nature had already changed.

Zhao Ziyu had just walked into the elevator when Chen Anhe hurried off again to Zi'an Group and found Zhao Deyi.

I imagined her tone, her familiar yet childish wheedling, with a parental sort of self-satisfaction and smugness.

Thinking of this, Granny Zeng's fury burned even hotter; she could no longer maintain her calm expression, and her face had already grown somewhat sullen.

I was so sleepy I didn't even have the strength to crawl back to the nutrient pod, to my cocoon-shaped bed, and instead stayed in that strange posture, face-down at the computer, the screen still lit with half-entered code; someone who didn't understand would think it was ghost-scribbles, meaningless numbers.

Coupled with the polar region's fierce, biting attacks that had never once ceased, Xuan Wuji simply had no way to let his wounds heal; this was also one of the most grueling battles Xuan Wuji had ever fought.

Ten years ago, among the first batch to awaken extraordinary abilities, he later took up the position of Chief Instructor of the Hope District Law Enforcement Corps.

Lin An's words were deliberately spoken for Qi Shuang to hear; sure enough, Qi Shuang jerked her head up and looked straight at her, her pupils instantly narrowing together.

During the banquet, Chu Yufeng tried several times to speak up and beg his father the king to release Mo Zhanhua and the others, but each time his father blocked him back with some irrelevant excuse. Sullen and unhappy, he drank quite a lot of wine.

Su Yile stared blankly at Zhou Yuhang; just as she was about to speak, a sinister, eerie aura beside her suddenly surged violently.

As she spoke, a complicated feeling welled up in Yun Xiyan's heart. The Su Miaoyue before her now was perhaps just like that. But life is always fickle—not every seeking is rewarded.