Chapter 185: Barbarians Bleed Too

Jingzhou and Binzhou together are also known as Longdong.

The Longdong region of today cannot yet be called the Loess Plateau. In this era, if viewed from the sky, the Longdong region was not a bare, yellowish-brown expanse; the forest vegetation coverage was quite high.

There are extremely many tributaries in the upper reaches of the Jing River, irrigating vast tracts of land in the Longdong region.

The Longdong region possesses the number one platform-terrace under heaven, anciently called Bin land, long known as a granary, with a strategic position of considerable importance.

In the pre-Qin period

With nearly seven layers of skirts, Wu Jin felt like a mobile artillery platform, walking extremely slowly, with max melee defense—most knight swords were not even half the radius of his crinoline. To stab him, an enemy would have to lift one foot behind, slash sideways, like a brontosaurus.

Stepping from the emerald-green jungle into this barren mountain range strewn with sand and gravel was truly a bit of an adjustment all at once.

Support slogans and glow sticks converged into a brilliant torrent of starlight. The contestants scattered like quicksand within the torrent, while screams raged madly outside the cordon.

Near evening, they finally drove to the outskirts of Bai Niao Town, parking the sidecar in the woods outside.

Yi Yuanxi thought that Xiao Liangxian, just like Yi Mingyi, would be fine if she ran around and made a fuss.

The anxiety in his eyes flashed and vanished; he forced himself to be calm and mature, then laid bare his heart.

A few seconds later, the card faces indeed grew hot again; both lowered their heads simultaneously—similar to what happened in the Hercules Hall, after Wei Yan found new clues, all card faces changed again, from the artist's name Lemoyne to a scribbled narrative.

"The appearance is done; is there anything else to add?" Rock scrutinized his work carefully, liking it more the more he looked.

Seeing this boss so furious, Zhao Tianming was also somewhat strange, yet he did not contend with him.

Mo Yang had thrown a huge tantrum at Mo Lianghong out of worry for Ji Shu, but turning around, he ended up advising Ji Shu.

After such a long time, standing again at his father's side, Jiu'er's mood was very calm, filled with a sense of contentment from peaceful times.

Chen Xuan slowly raised his head and suddenly saw something on the grass, which was exactly what the person who abandoned the treasure to save his life had dropped earlier.

A sword is itself an inanimate object; how could one say it was like death? Yet here, Chen Xuan indeed thought of that word.

Everything was very calm; even passersby did not know that Tao Ming's dagger was now pressed against this uncle's neck.

Seeing the principal's reaction, everyone in their hearts felt an indescribable taste; although the principal had tried his utmost to conceal it, he could not hide the grief in his heart.

In the pain, Jiang Tao jolted violently, as if instinctively trying to avoid something, but it was already too late.

Condensing immortal power, he waved his hand to sever that rope, leaped down from the branch, crossed his arms before his chest, and stared expressionlessly at him while he coughed and untied the rope.

Jiu'er lowered her eyes without speaking; a bottle of wine vanished completely as Lin Sicheng finished speaking. She truly could not offer words of comfort because her heart hurt more than Lin Sicheng's.

Wei Changfeng ordered that Painter Zheng be buried properly, with the burial spot recorded well; if there were an opportunity, his remains should be returned to Yiwu later. Although he also knew such an opportunity was extremely unlikely, with daily battles and millions of dead, how could all be sent back to their hometowns?

"We will lower the basket; you go to the city gate and place the recognition letter in the basket," the person on the city tower shouted.

Luo Yi rebelled because he feared Li Shimin would deal with him and believed the charlatan's nonsense. Yet Luo Yi at least occupied a city and formally raised the banner of rebellion. As for Wang Junkuo, well, one could only heh.

"Seeing the dough figurines were fun for a moment, I had someone make them; afraid the children would break them, so I put them away." Su Li handed them directly to the Lady.

Fumbling on the sofa, he pulled his phone out of his suit pants, flipped it over, and saw it was an urgent text message.

With one hand, he took the curved needle held by the pliers, turned his back, closed his eyes, and began stitching the wound on his back.