Chapter 161: Those Who Wish to Capture the Great Wild Shuang Make Up Eight or Nine Out of Ten

Ye City.

On the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, Yuan Shen, accompanied by a host of ministers, was discussing the war.

As the Prince of Guangyang of Northern Wei, Yuan Shen had visited this Bronze Sparrow Terrace before, but back then it was mostly to indulge in historical reflections, treating it as a pastime for men of letters.

Yet now, standing on this Bronze Sparrow Terrace and gazing at the Zhang River flowing gently, his mood was vastly different; he felt a surge of ambition, yet also a touch of unease.

He has now proclaimed himself emperor, yet if not in a formal setting, he still wears Hu Fu and lets his hair hang loose.

But the only two possibilities I can think of are: either this thing has died completely, or it has become even more powerful.

However, after finishing this mission and returning to Country X, I probably won't come back within the next two years; I'll settle down there, work steadily, and give birth to the child.

And Xia Lingxuan, who had always presented himself as an ordinary mortal body and appeared like a spoiled rich young master, naturally put on an act of being utterly captivated, his eyes scanning Yang Qingqing back and forth like a hungry wolf, with no restraint whatsoever.

Only saw Xia Lingxuan wave his hand, and Lin Feng's personal guards instantly turned to powder, scattering throughout the entire valley.

On the other side, Liu Yiyi, with a strangely peculiar expression on her face, arrived at the cliff edge and appeared before Liu Kaitian.

Xuan Qing: "Those people suddenly entered the room; didn't you find it strange? Moreover, at that time, the royal family truly cooperated with them."

But Can Hua's heart sank; she knew that prison, where only heavy criminals sentenced to fifteen years or more were imprisoned.

However, Ren Ruyi did not give him this opportunity; she walked straight up to the three of them and began to question them.

But for him, it was far too simple and easy; every day he could copy one grain, and a hundred grains would take only a hundred days.

It can be said that Xuan Qing Guan made an indispensable contribution, yet the master of Xuan Qing Guan, in order to prevent another Rebellion of the Seven States,

Ding Jingxi spoke correctly; she had experienced little life-and-death struggle, so she did not know how to face "death."

"Eh?" This time, it was the big man's turn to be somewhat surprised; those movements had occurred in an instant, and when he changed his tactic, the staff was only two feet away from Liu Yi.

The tea leaves unfurled in the water, and the clear liquid slowly took on a jade-green hue; watching this scene of tea leaves steeping, for some reason, brought a sense of tranquility to Liang Xiao's heart.

Liu Zhi smiled. "If we wait until dawn, even if you, Master, can remain calm, Uncle Tu may not have the patience; do we really need to wait until night? Rest assured, we can fight fiercely during the day."

With no time to think, Yuan Yi roared directly; a vast surge of energy erupted, wrapping around him like a turtle shell, protecting him firmly within; the defensive work was performed perfectly.

Feeling the pressure inadvertently emanating from Qin Junxi, Hu Ba Yi, for a moment, looked at Qin Junxi's figure with a worried and gloomy expression.

Knowing that Yan Ang and Wang Yan were alone together, even with Wang's father and mother present, Wen Qu felt uneasy; yet he could not go empty-handed, so he brought some items. To express his apology, those heavy skincare products were carried up by Wen Qu himself, without entrusting them to anyone else.

Because he had seized one of the scenes, never allowing it to slip from his grasp.

Additionally, during the National Day holiday, there will be an acceleration in update frequency, ensuring everyone has a good mood throughout the National Day period.

Until one day a hundred years later, he finally opened his eyes, which had been tightly shut for a century. Those dark pupils, long unaccustomed to light, even contracted sharply at the very instant they opened.

Xia Xun, however, still wore a grinning, carefree expression, as if he did not care about Yi Duan Mei's reaction; one of his fingers slowly traced in the void; upon close inspection, that was precisely the motion of inscribing the Profound Fire Prohibition.

Qin Yan gazed at this graceful figure; suddenly, a strange, almost mad divine thought surged through his mind; a wave of anger, so intense it made even the deeply calculating Qin Yan tremble with rage, swept through him, and these words burst forth from his lips.