Chapter 126: Rest

As expected, just as the meeting said, people of Yan are not united at all; they only fight amongst themselves.

Calculating the secrets of heaven—four words sound simple, but even in his era, those who could achieve it were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.

After all, if this old man truly ends up with Aunt Fang, he won't have to worry about Old Xiao's later years anymore.

"Although your Uncle Gao dropped out before finishing junior high, he can still tell four from six," Gao Yang said gloomily; he felt his earlier nervousness was all for nothing, as there was never any chance for him and the others to act.

They rushed in as if entering an empty world, fierce and menacing, their weapons gleaming blindingly under the bright lights.

Peering closely with the mining lamp's high beam, the person sitting there was indeed the slave who had been whipped in the previously recorded footage.

And in the instant he fell, the clone beside him also collapsed to the ground, losing its breath.

Xu Yi simultaneously recalled Tang Ning's earlier words: Uncle Hua had been critically ill when Tang Ning left the village, yet ten years had passed and he was still alive.

He had a face full of coarse flesh and spoke fiercely, truly fitting the stereotypical image of a murderer, but at this moment, Xu Yi could see a heart full of regret in his eyes.

It is just a pity that under his command, only Lu Qian, this eighty-thousand Imperial Army Instructor, is usable, along with one accompanying Imperial Army Commandant.

Zhou Jinyu sat in the car, brows furrowed, eyes dark and heavy; after waiting quite a while, he finally saw Lu Fang walk out.

The red-haired man had barely reached his front when he saw him lift a leg and kick the opponent's knee with pinpoint accuracy, followed immediately by a punch to the red-haired man's face; every move struck vital points.

Should I tell the truth? Would Li Yunlan believe it? Li Yunlan has always thought Lu Fei was deceiving her and didn't trust Lu Fei; now if I tell her Lu Fei is already the boss of the Mona Lisa, will she still suspect she and Lu Fei conspired to deceive her?

"As long as you're fine, that's good. This time, you also made a great contribution, so go rest for now; we will notify you when the next mission begins," Xu Qingfeng said to Gong Qinya and the others.

Seeing Jiang Rongyu approach, the man respectfully opened the door of the middle stretch limousine for him, then placed a hand over the top of the doorframe and invited him into the car with utmost deference.

"Asleep?" Chen Xichuan's voice was pressed extremely low, as if testing himself; Yan Qi made no response, merely keeping his mouth covered beneath the quilt to mask his shallow breathing.

The people nearby immediately mocked Fourth Aunt, laughing at her for being too power-hungry, judging people only by appearances without looking at whether they possessed true strength.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Wen Ning said, too lazy to bother with her; she turned back with a cold, aloof demeanor that kept others at a thousand li's distance.

Luo Caiyu believed Qi Ming could defeat Wang Fan because she held a blind confidence in Qi Ming.

Before Ye Fu's palms, a Jin Guang appeared, directly shattering that storm and shooting straight onto Lin Cang's two hands.

Before Cen Kexin could go trouble the owner of that Ferrari, the car's owner had already put on a fine show in front of her.

Every punch landed with flesh-crunching impact, each one satisfying and vigorous; Yang Chen enjoyed it immensely, while the surrounding earth lay in ruins, its original form destroyed by their power.

As this three-colored Lei Ting descended, Nie Kui's pale hand instantly became covered in cracks; his face bore an expression of horror, and a surge of spiritual power swept out as his figure retreated violently.

Overall, he was watching with the mindset of enjoying a good show. After all, having suppressed things for so long, finally finding a chance to wash her clean—why not? Yet seeing the faint bruises on her face, he still felt a pang of pity.

Liu Wei didn't immediately understand Liang Yan's words; in fact, he was quite curious why Liang Yan would come here for coffee in such hot weather.

Su Li grew even more indignant, even calling out Cen Kexin by name, no longer showing the same respect as before.

An Ge was amused by him, but as she laughed, the smile on her lips suddenly turned somewhat bitter.

"Oh no, what should I do? I think I'm moved by you; I want to cry too," Xiao Pei pouted, acting spoiled.

Usually, the people who come here to play cards are mostly middle-aged men, either fat-headed and big-eared or as thin as drug addicts.

Bai Zhenqian and the others all expressed surprise at Yu Xia's behavior, but Yu Xia only shook her head, offering no explanation.

"My Lord Lei, let's do what needs to be done first," the long-faced man frowned, glancing at Xu Wen; his gaze lingered on him for a moment—craftsmen wear specific clothing, making their identities easy to recognize.

"You can feel it," Feng Jiuqing said with a proud laugh, shaking the wild rabbit and pheasant in his hand.

Ma San, truly a Mr. who had presided over beam-raising ceremonies for many years and possessed a three-inch unrotten tongue, with this barrage of words blocked Yu Daquan's mouth several times whenever he tried to speak.

Under such premises, the rune pattern as a whole is a system containing energy; if the rune's energy is not well contained and overflows onto the talisman paper, it is within expectation that the paper, as a carrier, cannot withstand this overflowing energy and will spontaneously combust.

The sharpness was fully exposed; eight waves of sharp energy, like curved blades and a round moon, were bright enough to reflect a person's image, yet extremely terrifying, and with Zhuge Yun's movement, they suddenly formed a round moon nearly a zhang in diameter.

Just as I was about to strike again, two figures suddenly shot out from the seawater; in that gap, the two had already exchanged thousands of moves. These two were, one of them, the long-missing Tongtian, and the other naturally the Sect Master himself.

His mood brightened, and his speech became fluent. Xuan Ning knew his old habit was acting up and merely smiled. However, Chen Ao mentioning the old matters of Biqing Village warmed Xuan Ning's heart, so she sat by the bed as instructed, tore off a piece of fish meat with her hand, and fed it into Chen Ao's mouth.

With three quick motions, the two quickly finished the Iron-Tail Silver-Marrow Fruit; they felt full and satisfied, with all fatigue and hunger completely gone.

Instantly, every cultivator present was stunned; it was actually the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Banner, one of the top-tier Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Five Directions Flags. This treasure contains forty-eight layers of prohibitions, formed from the lotus leaves of the Chaos Creation Green Lotus, with ten thousand golden lotuses, unbreakable by anything, causing all evil to retreat and all methods to fail against it.

Bayern's medical director, Wolfort, shook his head and once again led his medical team rushing onto the field.

Wang Qiming actually lost? The poor student Hong Lu's teeth were knocked out by Shen Mo? They still hadn't reacted, finding it utterly hard to accept.

The exploded body poured out scalding blood and entrails, and this cavalryman crashed down from his horse with a boom.

As expected, just as Lin Yan predicted, after a short while, a figure appeared before them.