[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan":3,"chapter-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-185":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Memoirs of the Heavenly Khagan",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2311903,4516,"Chapter 185: The Hu Ren Also Bleed","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-185",185,"\u003Cp>Jingzhou and Binzhou together are also known as Longdong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s Longdong region cannot yet be called the Loess Plateau. In this era, viewed from above, Longdong was not a barren, brown expanse—forest and vegetation coverage was remarkably high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The upper reaches of the Jing River have numerous tributaries, irrigating vast tracts of land in Longdong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Longdong boasts the first terrace plateau in the world, anciently known as Bin, long famed as a granary, with critical strategic importance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the pre-Qin period\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Jin, wearing nearly seven layers of skirts, felt like a mobile artillery platform—she moved painfully slow, with maximum close-range defense—most knightly swords were shorter than the radius of her hoop skirt. To reach her, enemies had to balance on one foot, twist their bodies sideways, like a brachiosaurus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering this barren, stony wilderness from a lush green forest was genuinely disorienting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chants and glowing lights converged into a radiant river of stars. Contestants scattered like flowing sand within the current, while screams erupted wildly beyond the security line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As evening approached, they finally reached the outskirts of Bai Niao Town and parked their sidecar motorcycle in the trees outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yi Yuanbi thought that Xiao Ruanxian, like Yi Mingyi, just needed to run and play a bit to feel better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of anxiety passed through his eyes; he forced himself to remain calm and mature, then laid bare his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, the cards heated up again; both lowered their heads—just as in Hercules Hall, after Wei Yan discovered a new clue, all card faces changed again, from the artist’s signature “Lemouwana” to a hurried narrative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The exterior’s done. Anything else to add?” Luo Ke scrutinized his creation, liking it more with every glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the boss so angry, Zhao Tianming found it odd, but didn’t argue with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Yang had blown up at Mo Lianghong out of worry for Ji Shu, yet turned around and comforted Ji Shu instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After so long, standing again beside his father, Jiu’er felt calm, a quiet satisfaction of peace in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Xuan slowly lifted his gaze and suddenly spotted something on the grass—the very item abandoned by the man who had sacrificed his treasure to save his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword itself was an inanimate object; how could one say it was like death? Yet here, Chen Xuan truly thought of that word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was quiet—even passersby had no idea that Tao Ming’s dagger was pressed against this man’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the principal’s reaction, everyone felt an indescribable ache; though he tried hard to hide it, his inner grief could not be concealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In pain, Jiang Tao suddenly jolted, instinctively trying to evade something—but it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gathering immortal energy, he waved his hand and severed the rope, leaping from the branch, arms crossed, expressionless as he watched him cough while untying the rope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiu’er lowered her eyes in silence; a bottle of wine vanished as Lin Sicheng finished speaking. Words of comfort were impossible—her heart ached more than Lin Sicheng’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Changfeng ordered that the painter Zheng be buried with honor, the burial site carefully recorded, and if ever possible, his body returned to Yiwu. He knew such an opportunity was unlikely—daily battles claimed millions; how could all the dead be sent home?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll lower the basket. Go under the gate and place the token inside,” called the man on the city wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Yi rebelled because he feared Li Shimin would punish him and believed the nonsense of a charlatan. But at least Luo Yi held a city and openly raised his rebel flag. As for Wang Junkuo? Well, let’s just say… nothing to be proud of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw someone making dough figures and thought it was fun, so I had one made and kept it away, afraid the children would break it,” Su Li directly handed it to the Duchess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frantically rummaging in his suit pants on the sofa, he pulled out his phone, flipped it over—and saw an urgent text message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one hand, he grasped the curved needle held by the forceps, turned his back, closed his eyes, and began suturing the wound on his own back.\u003C\u002Fp>",694,"2026-06-20T12:30:56.711Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","45e6e5ee32a83e10492e7c5f1e58d388038d4c4b2d1fef02c9f8c8a4c9f56e90","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-186","memoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-chapter-184",211,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmemoirs-of-the-heavenly-khagan-cover.jpg"]