Chapter 164: My Lord, You Have Changed

Hulao Pass.

After Yuan Shen led his great army across the Yellow River, he did not even rest for a few days before picking out several hundred of his most elite cavalrymen and arriving before the pass, wanting to arrange a duel.

It seemed Yuan Shen was eager to recover the morale.

Watching the cavalrymen swaggering and showing off their might outside the pass city, Li Shuang opened his mouth and asked:

"Who is this one leading them?"

Before the pass city, a general clad in golden armor and mounted on a white horse was among the cavalrymen

"Xiao Fan, what did you say over there? Does the captain have any requests?" Linda saw Xiao Fan and the captain coming over and asked in confusion.

"Fine, seeing you performed quite well today, I'll take you to meet my father." Zheng Yuan said.

Chu Zhenzhen's hand holding the hairpin paused, and she frowned along with it; she had been so delighted in her heart that she had forgotten this layer of things.

"She used to eat at the same table as me; in my eyes, she was just like a little sister to me." Chu Si looked at Lady Li, who was testing in every way the place Green Bud held in her heart. Her tone grew a touch colder.

After hearing the system's voice, Xiao Fan had just been about to ask something when he suddenly felt a tingling numbness all over his body, as if he had been struck by electricity; it lasted nearly ten seconds before the sensation faded.

The country folk outside broke into another wave of sighs; for those who did not know that nunnery, these cultivators of theirs were naturally all good people, and what they said was naturally trustworthy.

But it was precisely because of that barely-there obstruction against Anliek that Ma Long had time to react.

The yamen runners filed in through the door behind Liu Yunlie; Li Fengxing glanced back at him, smiled and cupped his fists in greeting toward him, then also flung his sleeves and headed inside.

The car drove all the way to the central hospital in the city center; the old man had long been waiting there. He was sitting by the window in thin clothing, looking out at the scenery outside, his back hunched terribly, a cane in one hand, his silhouette looking even more aged than last time.

She was so cold, so hungry, so heartbroken; she despaired of this city, and wailed loudly, crying out all her grievances, all her helplessness.

Now, under Changyang Xiang Kong's orders, the Wind-Chasers were attacking with everything they had, not caring that Shadow and the others were still under secret arts; they had to intercept them within a thousand kilometers of the Snow Peak mountain range before Liu Feiyu and his group entered, or there would be a great disaster.

Alluring Blood Rose was both surprised and delighted, glad she had not chosen the wrong person, only not knowing how Zhang Lin's progress was going.

She recalled that when Father Emperor had given this man to her, he had said that Yizhou was a very capable talent, calm by nature, and meticulous in his thinking, and told her to treat him well.

As the true disciple of the Sect Master True Lord of the Myriad Spirits Immortal Sect, Wuxin had a certain understanding of all manner of secret lore, so he was very clear what sort of existence the Old Man of Heavenly Secrets was. Normally, he would not even have the qualification to read this letter; no wonder his master had specifically mentioned that this matter was connected to him.

After chatting a few more sentences with Li Yonggang, Qin Luo walked to the safety stairway corridor; sure enough, Datou was there making a phone call.

But the war was not over; ahead lay the Sasanian army of two hundred thousand drawn up in dense ranks, and there was no way at all to make them surrender on the spot.

The Wind and Cloud Guild was a level-six guild, a quite respectable level in the region, and could be said to have plenty of people and great strength. Apart from the first few levels, every level a guild raised thereafter brought benefits that multiplied several times over, including the conditions for activities in system cities and the cap on total guild membership.

He did not think Gongsun Peiran had concealed anything; the other party had no need to deceive him at all, and on the contrary what he said was very likely true.

So basically whoever was home did the housework, and the heavy task of cooking had been borne by Zhou Dingfa from start to finish; the reason was none other than that Zhou Jing's mother's cooking really was not that good.

After calming down, Xiang Qihang took off his sweat-dampened shirt and walked toward the bathroom. He did not plan to turn on the light; in any case, he knew the layout inside perfectly well, and even groping in the dark he would not slip. He simply did not wish anyone to see the light inside the bathroom window.