Chapter 128: They All Knew Their Place

Hearing that Huba Emitu had marched south, Yuan Ziyong hurried over, hoping to mediate.

But when he arrived, he found the situation was not what he had imagined.

At this moment, Tujing Town had already been occupied by Tangzhou's provincial troops.

Many of the Tujing Hu were either squatting on the ground or lying on the ground, without a sound.

Li Shuang had stationed his army outside the town, and Yuan Ziyong found him in the central command tent.

This Duke of Tang Jun was younger than he had imagined.

Mei Yihong was an excellent swimmer; he dove into the sea like a fish, sinking, surfacing, drifting, having the time of his life in the water.

When Madam Qin left, she called Auntie Su to go downstairs with her, saying there were some tonics in the car for Ye Li. A few minutes later Auntie Su came back, indeed carrying several large boxes of bird's nest. Madam Liu had bought her this brand before too—whole bird's nest cups, top quality—but she couldn't feel happy about it at all.

Microsoft has its operating system, Apple has its own brand and products, but what does Yitang Net have?

And that was merely the honorific title for Jiuyin; the six city lords nearly couldn't maintain their outward composure, all panicking as they stood up.

When Jiang Chunsheng came out with a foxtail grass dangling from his mouth, though he looked rather roguish, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings. He noticed many people in the village were sneaking glances at him.

"Going to a movie, does it have to be like this?" Going downstairs, Ye Li was quite worried about stepping on the long hem of her dress, constantly having to lower her head and hook the corner of the skirt with her fingers.

Otherwise, why would someone clearly in the same city as her lie and say she'd gone to Manhattan on vacation with her bestie?

Ning Qianqian shook her head repeatedly. Only now did she realize this Shi Lin was actually a battle maniac—grab anyone and he wants to spar.

If it really was treating everyone to a big meal, then that would be easy. After some hesitation, she decided to just ask Gu Xiaoxiao directly. Better to ask outright than keep guessing here and possibly guess wrong in the end.

"You're Yu Fei's friend?" Jiang Qinghe felt his memory had always been quite good, especially since this was a man who was hard to forget at a single glance.

At first, hearing they could serve the Scholar, the girls pulled out all the stops, hoping to be chosen. But after seeing the first chosen girl, Yingying, come out the next day in a terrible state, most of the girls started hiding.

The bald big man took the brunt of it; he didn't use any blade or club, but a red brick.

The few of course understood what an unknown heavenly soul returning to its place meant. But everyone tacitly didn't spell it out, instead cupping their fists in a mutual salute, indicating everything was understood without words—those who know, know.

A cold, sinister gust of wind struck straight at her face. Her wrist was seized by the man again, spun in a half-circle in midair, and she fell into another familiar, icy embrace.

Cangjing Tianxiang had no intention of being hit by an attack from a weakling like Chen Haoran; he still needed to keep his body in top condition to deal with the legion outside the Deep Nether Forest.

"Mother is like this." Even when Lin Muxin helped out her maiden family, she only gave them some things; whenever she offered money, her mother never accepted it.

The vengeful ghost's resentment at the moment of death was immense, and it had formed its soul right at the Public Security Bureau. A vengeful ghost of this level was no match for ordinary Daoist priests; only by borrowing some special power could it be suppressed.

Yet just now, when he went on a killing spree at the Princess's manor, she had clearly witnessed his brutality and unmatched ferocity.

What Sun Yinsheng said was all true. Lin Junhao didn't die this time; once he dies, Sun Yinsheng will be the target of everyone's arrows.

Though he was getting on in years, today's deliberate dressing made him look just like a young master in his twenties.

Long Quan and his Sky Team had been recuperating these past few days; if Xin Ao came to attack, they would immediately meet the challenge.