Chapter 307: The Essence of a Player

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A figure wrapped in a black-and-white nun's habit flashed through the bookboy's mind.

It was the instant Lilith stood behind Wu Wang and activated 【Unblemished Land】 for him.

Her words seemed to still be echoing through this very forest—

【Great Lord of Desire, I am willing to drift and sink within the Sea of Desire】

【Embrace my most primal desire, and with devout faith I pray you to save this Holy Son; I beg that all suffering be kept far from his side,

As for Chen Gui, he had already been gravely wounded and knocked unconscious in the Wolf King's first wave of attacks, and was sent to Squad 1 for treatment.

Hearing it concerned the mission, Chu Qingya could no longer be bothered staying angry; he only wanted to ask Qingniao carefully how confident he could be in destroying this water demon-beast.

Ouyang Minghui studied plants. Chu Qingya had planned to leave the monastery and hand those plants over to Ouyang Minghui for research.

Liu Mingjun managed to block one with a meteor hammer, and was preparing to sneak-attack from behind, but Chu Qingya's mid-tier plane invader was instead sent staggering back two steps by the shock.

Once it was done, he took it out to show Camel. Seeing the unusually designed satchel and its tassels, Camel's mood greatly improved.

Back then, when Liu Chun had advised Zhu Yuanzhang to reform the treasure notes and establish a royal bank, he had intended to thoroughly replace gold and silver with paper currency... but limited by the common people's acceptance, it had never been fully implemented.

Within the demon-plant territory's land area, aside from the land currently occupied by Guancun, the remainder will be used to settle the existing subjects.

The key was that with some things, she simply had no idea how to use them... letting them sit around wasted wasn't her style. Could it be that she'd have to call Qi Shaoyan and ask him how to use these things?

They decided to fight to the death, speaking with such tragic heroism that they even splattered blood on the golden hall, only begging my lord to protect their families and so on.

This ink-black, Heavy tension color stretched on for hundreds of li with no end in sight, leaving one deeply oppressed.

Meanwhile, outside the city gate, the farewell wine bestowed by Emperor Yuanming had already been drunk. The generals and soldiers stood ready, awaiting only a single order from Taishu Yi.

A certain someone who had been plotting to kill two birds with one stone was clearly lamenting the failure of his plan.

Whether what Laozi had said was true or false, he could not be certain. But one thing he could be sure of was that the stronger his strength, the more likely he could live the life he liked. And after he left, Laozi silently closed his eyes and calculated for a long time, but in the end only sighed deeply.

Li Yuan, who already deeply believed the prophecy, heard this remark—how could he possibly let Li Shimin off lightly? No wonder since April Li Yuan had been suppressing Li Shimin even more harshly.

The danger was too great, so Moren could only take measures first and worry about the rest later; otherwise, he would be putting himself in a dangerous situation, which was undoubtedly a terrible thing.

Chen Jisheng only realized after chasing several hundred meters with his troops. With his eyes bloodshot from killing, he looked back and saw the ground covered with corpses. And the subordinates who had followed him numbered a full third fewer—in other words, in just this one battle, he had lost a third of his troops.

Seeing Ah Zheng's downcast look, Li Pojun knew he had truly frightened them this time, and counted it as establishing his authority, lest they be utterly without manners. In his past life, Li Pojun had never liked people being disrespectful to him—of course, horsing around and jokes were the exception.

Gripping that card for a long time, Qin Ran seemed to have made up his mind. Braving the cold wind, he walked to the boys' dormitory building and made a call to Fifteen.

Hearing this old thief call him "grand-nephew" over and over, as if he had completely forgotten being cursed until he vomited blood by Li Pojun moments ago, Li Pojun couldn't help but admire the old fellow's thick skin.

Xi Junmai was even more impudent: "What are you looking at? Did you see our pose just now? Get up and stand."

At this moment, however, the great powers within the palace all looked toward the Palace Master of the Nine Flames Palace. Setting everything else aside, the Palace Master of the Nine Flames Palace himself was a cultivator of formidable strength, and behind him stood the great Vermillion Bird Emperor, a top-tier supreme expert. Naturally, none of them dared offend him lightly.