Chapter 181: Dreaming Without Knowing One Is a Guest

On the south bank of the Wei River, a large number of ships gathered at the port, bringing in a large amount of supplies.

The ruins of Chang'an had now been cleared once, and temporary warehouses, granaries, and simple shelters for displaced refugees had been built.

Liu Gui sat aboard his merchant ship and set foot on this land.

As far as the eye could see, not far from where the crowd had gathered, a temporary market had already been set up.

Liu Gui's instinct as a merchant, upon arriving here, was first to want to

The other party wanted to protect her, and she should feel 'grateful' toward them. But for some reason, the moment she saw that grinning, cheeky look on his face, Li Tingting felt annoyed.

Seeing this person's gaze, Zhang Yang felt the man was provoking them, let alone the dinosaur brothers.

No, she couldn't keep letting Mengxin keep thinking about that damned man. If Lan Nianrong could do it, she absolutely had to do it better, to make Mengxin forget that man.

The ground was covered with corpses strewn haphazardly, some still bleeding fresh blood, some not yet fully dead, still giving off heat.

When he abandoned Qi Kexue, treating her as a mere chess piece, he had already anticipated that Qi Kexue would hate him. But what he hadn't expected was that Qi Kexue would hate him like this.

"I don't know, he's just been standing there for several minutes now." Piao Myung-hwi was also baffled.

He Chen couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. He let out a great shout, and in an instant the middle-aged man's body dissolved into a rain of blood that drifted down through the air.

"Get ready to fight!" I said to Ling Lin. Then I, too, took out the Death Scythe. With a single thought, my body was wrapped in the power of space.

Perhaps for Lin Feng, who in his previous life had long grown accustomed to BAT companies including NetEase, whose quarterly revenues routinely reached tens of billions of RMB, the current Fengxing was still far from meeting his expectations.

Konoha's population was only so large, and there were only so many ninja. Now wasn't a wartime period—there simply wouldn't be a scene of wounded everywhere.

Outside Shouyang Mountain, Jin Peng, the Demon Ape, and Bing De, together with the Twin Fairy Sisters Qingluan of Kunlun Mountain, Lu Wu, and one of the various immortal experts from the Immortal Court, along with representatives from each of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, descended together outside the tribe.

The whole process looked complicated, but took only a little over ten minutes. By the time Colonel Walton recovered from his shock, the heavy-fire company that had been surrounded had mostly withdrawn from its position.

Every word Leng Yifeng spoke hit just right, pinching her soft spot precisely, leaving her powerless to fight back.

"Leng Yifeng?!" Xin Zihan's astonishment was plain to see. Lan Lichuan on the other end of the phone heard those three words crystal clear.

She gave a sudden start, instantly sobered up, and forcefully pushed away that domineering body. This time, Shan Liancheng yielded along with her force and stepped aside.

One thing was certain: if America really made a move against Spain, then for roughly twenty to thirty years, America wouldn't actively provoke a second war.

On the sidelines, the substitute players of Tiancheng University of Technology were the first to react. They charged into the playing field shouting at the top of their lungs.

"Heh, don't worry, it's all hidden already." While Paul Stewart was working, Thomas Twyford wasn't idle either—everyone had their own duties.

No matter what the reason, as long as one was his disciple, recommending them for an official post would be much easier, and might even catch the Emperor's eye. Because of this, every lord present jostled to be first, each having prepared quite a few gifts, all hoping to win his favor.

Jiajia's face went pale. She had naturally heard of Wei Renwu's name and knew how formidable Wei Renwu was—the difficulty of this mission was plain to see.

If one were to speak purely of value, just one of them was comparable to the entire shipload of supplies she had brought.

"Then do you know the opponent's realm?" Since Wrath Demon couldn't say, Zhao Xin stopped pressing him, letting him think it over slowly—haste makes waste.