Chapter 276: Fellow Villager, Do I Look Like a Human or a God to You?

After looking around his own home and confirming there were no problems,

Wu Wang's gaze finally turned to the child.

"Oi! Kid, you rest here tonight and absolutely do not go out."

"And do not answer anyone, including me, when they speak to you."

"Otherwise, you won't have any food tomorrow, understand?"

"By the way, how old are you this year?"

After tucking the disc into his clothes, he said.

After all,

if she always harbored thoughts of leaving this place, her heart would find it hard to settle; over the long term, this would surely cause stagnation in her heart and affect her body.

Just thinking quietly like this, he had originally believed Xiong Qianyang's merchant guild was already unbreakable.

The assessment tests for promotion to levels two, three, four, and five were all finished; the workshop was full of people working normally.

"Regiment Commander Liu, we previously contacted Regiment Commanders Wan Ling and Lao Yang, but they did not know we were coming to negotiate; we only said we wanted to bring you to see this place and discuss whether there was an opportunity for cooperation," Zhou Yuchen spoke.

Passersby nearby burst into hearty laughter; the youth also hid that ten-yuan bill inside his clothes and joined everyone in laughing, completely unconcerned that they were mocking him.

He drew his spiritual sword and charged at Si Ran and Xuan Zheng, but before he could get close, Xuan Zheng sent a palm of magic power roaring toward him; Wei Ran could not withstand it, retreated several steps, and finally fell to the ground.

As for Lou Xiao'e, her weight had now increased by twenty jin; perhaps in the next two months, her weight plus the weight of the two children could increase by another twenty jin.

As his thoughts flew, news from outside the door arrived from Master Guo; Si Ran pried open the window crack and saw several burly men carrying Master Guo back to the Guo residence.

One could even say the entire Shaanxi region counted as the Huashan Sect's sphere of influence; of course, this so-called sphere of influence referred only to influence in the Jianghu.

Zhou Xuanhong and the other two arrived in a range of demon beast mountains; the terrain here was rugged, vegetation was lush, very suitable for Yin Shi Sect disciples to hide, and it also counted as a battlefield where the Xing Yan Sect and Yin Shi Sect frequently clashed.

Tian Ming heard there was hope and immediately said joyfully, "They brought it." Having spoken, he took out the Refined Gold Treasure Yang Pagoda and brought Wu Jinghong out from inside.

The earth trembled; gravel and steel bars flew about wildly; the power was comparable to artillery shells; others could not get close at all and could only hide far away to watch.

"Additionally, that night inside the cave of the Divine Hidden Society, we found a supply cave; the wealth inside filled two trucks. Could the Divine Hidden Society be hiding other wealth?" Shui Xian widened her eyes.

If anyone else said such things about Qin Chuan, they might be beaten to death once found out; but Nefsky was different. The greatest contributor to the entire Battle of Bai Cheng was Nefsky; one could even say that without Nefsky there would be no victory for Bai Cheng, so Nefsky might be the person most able to grumble at Qin Chuan.

As the garrison army drew closer, a large number of archers ran out from the allied forces; these archers drew arrows from their quivers, placed them on their bows, and at the commander's order, raised the bows in their hands, aiming at the advancing garrison legion.

Yun Fei let out a speechless laugh, but seeing the Blind Old Man had not the slightest hint of joking, he became even more astonished.

The Qiankun Cauldron could cultivate supreme-grade pills; he very much wanted to see if it also had the effect of elevating the grade for puppets.

Others held a pole of utterly extraordinary length; several people together gripped the tail end firmly, braced it against the ladder hooked onto the wall bricks, and like a boatman steering a boat, forcibly pushed the ladder away, causing the Qing soldiers clinging to it to fall from the city wall with cries of alarm.

Chen Fan looked at its blood-stained fur; his palm gathered, emerald spiritual power emitted a shimmering radiance, and traveled along the body of the head wolf again and again.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from the Eighteen Bronze Men, Chen Fan frowned; the broken sword suddenly appeared; he formed a casting seal; the broken sword let out a clear 'Weng' cry and stood planted before Xiao Ziyan.