Chapter 270: A Scheme Within a Scheme

Exposed.

Seeing Dou Changsheng was even smarter than expected.

Listening to Seeing Dou Changsheng's words, Zhao Siyuan's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at Cao Rutian; just as Seeing Dou Changsheng had said, he should have left before entering Peng Cheng.

Lin Zi was similar to Peng Cheng; major clans and sects were entrenched here, and there were quite a few experts at the Martial Dao Golden Core level—definitely a double-digit number. And this was just on the surface; who knew how many monsters and ghosts were hidden in the dark.

Qin Mo chatted with the applicants on the recruitment software for a long time, but not a single one could satisfy Qin Mo. She naturally couldn't be bothered to forward the information to Yi Yao, who had higher standards.

As soon as the red-clothed old woman finished speaking, an aura no weaker than Sword Elder's suddenly erupted from her body. A death intent spread out instantly. Under the shroud of this death intent, the flowers nearby withered rapidly, decayed, and withered. Ten breaths later, everything became deathly still.

"Taste this, it's delicious," Ye Xiao said somewhat shyly, picking up a piece of meat and placing it in Xu Chunqiu's bowl.

Mother Ling Suhua rarely contacted Yi Yao. Without Ling Suhua's urging her to return to the clothing industry, Yi Yao felt much more relaxed instead.

Because only experts who had reached the Yellow Creek Realm, after the spiritual spring eyes in their bodies had completely evolved into streams, could they roam the sky without relying on any external objects.

A mental hospital, hysterical screams in the middle of the night, and the child who was declared dead before she could even take a look.

Tian Hu laughed incredibly exaggeratedly, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. He looked at Tian Yan with disdain, as if mocking her stupidity.

Not far from this Demon Star Cliff, there were also some sword-wielding disciples with "Sword Gang" badges tied to their arms guarding the surroundings, seemingly maintaining order at the lecture site.

His subordinates were still asking for orders at the door. He didn't refuse at all, taking the opportunity to see how powerful the Hercules Legion was.

Hearing that they had found food and drink, and that it was thanks to Grandma Gu, Hu Erniu couldn't bring himself to speak.

"Kong Lian, now that things have reached this point, what else do you have to say? The evidence is solid, are you still refusing to plead guilty?" Lu Zhen shouted again, with extraordinary majesty.

Li Guangbi had an army of one hundred thousand, and now there was also an army of one hundred thousand from the Jiangnan Circuit, totaling two hundred thousand! These two hundred thousand were all elite troops, not comparable to the one hundred and fifty thousand grass-bandits of Liangshan at all.

But whether it was warmth or conspiracy, this was still the last day, the last night, of the eighth year of the Great Ming's Orthodox reign.

Zhu Da pondered for a moment, tucked the silver fragments and copper coins into his bosom, and threw the silver bracelet away with force.

After sending off last night's guests, several idle girls leaned against the second-floor railing, bored, talking in a desultory manner.

"Want? Wanting is useless! Action determines everything! Now let us welcome Teacher Lu Xin with warm applause as he brings us a feast of wealth!" Ma Ling also shouted with passion, as if this Lu Xin could really lead everyone to earn millions.

The fighting has reached this point, and not only have over half of the common soldiers and officers been killed or wounded, but even seventeen of the original mountain stronghold leaders have died in battle. Looking at the empty chairs, Wu Yong felt deep sorrow in his heart and could not help but urge Song Jiang.

More people chose to camp. The daylight was still there, but everyone was preparing to light bonfires to survive the night. Many houses that could be dismantled were dismantled and used as firewood fuel.

The monkey, who was sweeping the floor, grabbed its tail, caught it, placed it on the ground, and knocked the squirrel on the head, as if scolding it for being too impetuous.

And as the video played, the entire venue went quiet. Everyone looked at Yuan Weiwei and Na Yin in disbelief; clearly, no one had expected that such things had happened behind the scenes.

But he had made a promise to Wuya first, and as a person who kept his promises, he had to abide by it. ===== CHAPTER 271 =====