Chapter 134: I Often Feel I Live Under the Shadow of Da Ye Shuang

Anyi.

"Lord, look at the new troops I've recruited — how are they?"

Gao Ang brought his newly recruited troops to Li Shuang's residence; among them were quite a few familiar faces.

The rank and file of Li Shuang's troops were mainly drawn from Han military households in places like Shuozhou, garrison soldiers from the two towns of Wu Chuan and Huaishuo, brave warriors of the Hu Ren tribes in the Hetao region, and relatives of the old Li family from his Taiping Stockade.

"Was the journey smooth?"

Gao Ang shouldered a long spear and carried that enormous wine gourd on his back

"Instructor Aike, you — seem to know about that power." Rean was silent for a moment, then gathered his courage to speak.

He should have realized it long ago: Li Dongsheng didn't even fear the Emperor, dared to strike alone deep into Khitan territory, wiped out the Khitan royal court, and lopped off Li Jinzhong's head — could an ordinary person do such a thing?

"Nuwa, when you saw that transparent coffin earlier, why were you so agitated?" I asked Nuwa within my heart.

Second, Xi Zhicai's current body is exactly that — it is precisely what the Spirit Race wants. The Spirit Race, without even taking the field in person, could drive the Dao Race far from their homeland; once they appear, they would be invincible under heaven. Using the method for controlling the Void Race, they could control our Human Race.

This cruiser did well — after heavily wounding the enemy, it also sank one of the enemy's capital ships, and at the same time perished together with that heavily wounded enemy capital ship.

After all, Wang Chen knew that the Nightmare Space had invested power here — how could he possibly stroll in carefree and direct?

I used my Spacetime Escape art to spar with him; before we knew it we had tangled into a single fray, and for the moment neither of us could determine a victor.

Trembling — at this moment not only the Tree of Life, not only the great earth to which the Tree of Life clung, but this entire stretch of heaven and earth, the entire Elven Mystical Realm, was trembling.

So he followed Li Longrui back to the hotel, gave his body a quick wash, and then the group headed off to the hotel.

Wood chips flew, white smoke billowed; under the urging of the old Daoist's vital energy, the wooden box in his hands instantly exploded, startling the old Daoist into a full-body shudder — he even forgot to dodge my killing move.

Lu Yuanqiao merely curled his lips in a smile, his words brimming with the flavor of doting affection, so much so that onlookers felt their hearts turn cloying.

Moreover, in the present situation of being under someone's roof, if Zhang Taibai told them to scram back, they would absolutely turn around and leave without a word of protest; even if they failed to obtain the things inside the tomb, they could certainly give an account of themselves — after all, there was still a pharaoh-level figure here.

"So this is actually a fox spirit — hmph, even if it's a fox spirit, I still have to catch him!" the fat chef said viciously.

"Tianchen, for so long now we have been searching for the conspiracy of the Dark Church and the like; now we have finally found a single thread of a clue." the Great Emperor Xuanyuan said straight to the point.

In a stretch of silence, she still couldn't hold back and let out another cold laugh. He had always thought himself a very clever person — but who knew? He wasn't clever at all.

"Alright, it's time to eat, come on over, let Lin Feng rest a bit earlier — once the game opens for public testing tonight, we'll have to pull an all-nighter." Just as Lin Feng was listening to their chat with great interest, a particularly pleasant voice drifted over softly.

After finishing that earlier sentence, Gu Hao did not speak again, but kept turning things over in his mind; the whole affair seemed as if an invisible net had enveloped everyone within it.

"I still need a few swords — the style can be about the same as those two you custom-made for me before; as for materials… let's do four alloy ones and two ceramic ones." Zhang Taibai murmured.

Gu Lin'an then hurried to the Drunken Immortal Workshop as well; he had not believed it at first, but seeing this scene he had no choice but to believe.

But strangely, at this moment his forehead was dark, his complexion waxy-yellow, his steps somewhat airy and unsteady, and even his eyes had grown much more turbid — he looked as though he had aged ten years.