Chapter 982: Want to Try?

After a one-and-a-half-hour flight, Lin Nan and Ning Hao, along with their assistants, transferred to a high-speed train.

It was not until past two in the afternoon that the group hurried into Pingchang; just as they exited the high-speed rail station, everyone heard a big joke.

In the men's 5,000-meter short track speed skating relay final that had just concluded, because the South Korean athletes "failed in their malicious foul," they did not successfully "clear out" the athletes from other countries.

Not only that, they also...

Ten seconds later, that strange sense of oppression vanished, and Li Wei finally regained control of his body.

Weighing the options, he nodded; there were annotations in the martial arts inscription that could greatly increase the speed of comprehension, and half a day would be sufficient.

The gate alone was worth a fortune, not to mention the interior decor; how much salary could a county magistrate in such a remote area possibly earn?

She had thought she would get a lead today, but even her grandmother, who had traveled far and wide, didn't know; the trail ended there, and Yin Chuying felt depressed.

It could even be said that without Wei Qing and Huo Qubing participating in the war, every subsequent victory of the Great Han could only be called a pyrrhic victory, and it would be difficult to replicate the total victory of the Battle of Mobei.

Su Mu and Liu Bai had been tortured until they were no longer human, their bodies covered in wounds, not a single intact spot remaining; blood mixed with sweat, and their clothes were like mud.

Liu Qi exposed himself too easily, giving people the feeling that he had no plan at all, or even no brains; logically, shouldn't one try their best to distance themselves from such matters?

"Alright, alright, as a county official, what kind of decorum is it to be crying and wailing?" Shi Han waved his hand impatiently and scolded on the spot.

Out of the corner of his eye, Xi Heng saw Qing He pouting, looking aggrieved and wanting to speak but not daring to, and he felt a bit like laughing, yet also a little bit of heartache.

After Qian Jin sent a warning via sound transmission from above the beetle, he quickly left the area and flew toward the direction of Zhu Yang.

Xia Shu knew that if that strike had landed, he would have lost a portion of his three souls and seven spirits; as for why, this shikigami was nothing more than an evil ghost that fed on human souls, and to have grown this large, who knew how many lives Ashiya Michiko had taken to feed it.

Zhao Panshi checked them one by one starting from the first group, looking at their clothes, hair, ears, lips, and fingernails.

Now that his grandfather was involved in this matter, he could at least intervene a little; upon learning that Wei Jiuli was going to raid the enemy's lair, he went to find his grandfather to recommend himself, and it took him half a day of pestering before the other party agreed.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiyue pressed her face against Gao Wutong's and rubbed vigorously, then switched to the other side of her face.

Ouyang Qingping habitually unleashed the aura and pressure of a seventh-level Qi Refining stage cultivator, enveloping the person who had arrived.

What Lin Jiaojiao did not know was that all of her expressions of unwillingness were recorded by the camera under Zhang Junhao's instruction.

A soft laugh came over; Shangguan Yun raised her head to look at her brother sitting opposite her, the eldest son of the Grand Marshal, Shangguan Yu, who was also his only son, commanding countless troops and never losing a battle.

The palace servants beside them looked at each other, feeling a wave of dizziness, and hurriedly resigned themselves to following. Ye Zi, however, was more excited than the others and actually ran off to ask for a net.

In the eyes of others, it was just a streak of light flying past, and several ability users who had just stepped into the Fusion Field stage instantly turned into scattered fragments.

The commercial taxation of the Great Ming focused on two ends, reducing the taxes and costs of intermediate circulation; this could not only cut a large number of tax collectors and reduce the court's expenses, but also reduce conflicts with the common people.

It was already late at night when I came out of the Juyun Pavilion, and I walked with Shima Katsuhisa to a quiet street. Suddenly, a figure darted out from the darkness and arrived at my side like a ghost. "My Lord, it has been investigated!" It turned out to be Kusunoki Mitsunari.

Zhe Yanshi was just about to step forward when he heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance like thunder; in the blink of an eye, several squads of Imperial Guard cavalry in strict armor with dazzling long blades in their hands had already surrounded the field, blocking every exit, and even Zhao Huan, who was about to leave, was surrounded on the outskirts of the field.