Chapter 836

I wrote this song—it’s a simple, uncomplicated, easy-to-sing kind of song~

This isn’t that kind of song about only Su San, nor is it that kind of song about having to love someone~

This isn’t that kind of story about two people written in a novel, where someone in the novel commits a mistake in a flower field~

This pays tribute to Zhou Yi’s own first album, “Zhou Yi,” featuring “Having to Love,” and his second album, “Jiangnan,” featuring “Susan Says.”

The enemy Li Zheng now faces, the Beiwan tribe, is an army that does not follow the Five-Line Formation patterns; having once submitted to the Turkic Khaganate and become deeply Turkicized, their military organization and combat methods follow those of the Turkic army that once dominated Eurasia centuries ago.

Si Yu smiled and said: “You’re so young and already giving me life lessons? Looks like you’re determined to wade into this muddy water?”

In the following year, Li Zheng spent his time drilling his troops, pacifying the people, and studying intelligence on the Suiye Karluks and their two patrons, the Miny Kingdom and the Ya Yan tribe, planning his faction’s strategy once war broke out.

Under the talismans of these Laoshan Sect disciples, the army of the Wangsicheng suffered even greater devastation.

Perhaps Xiao Peng’s treatment made Gina too comfortable—her voice grew louder and louder until, in the end, her throat went hoarse.

“What will it take for you to believe?” Lin Xueyue felt utterly defeated, having no idea how to make these two turn back.

A twenty-man team needs one tank; everyone thinks you’re wrong, and no matter how much you argue, they won’t admit it’s their own fault—they’ll just think you’re making excuses.

Quest Prompt: Treisman told you of his ordeal in the Death Cave; if you can kill the Dark Centipede King in the valley, he will teach you the Fire-tier Minor Forbidden Spell: Meteor Rain of Fire.

I smiled awkwardly: “It’s not as exaggerated as Si Xun said—Si Yu’s fiancée’s leg injury isn’t that severe.”

Early the next morning, Su Mohan hadn’t woken yet when he heard sobbing; he frowned and looked at Ye Fei beside him, only to find her trembling uncontrollably, tears soaking a large portion of the pillow.

“Knowing medicine doesn’t give you license to act recklessly,” Chen Yun’s usually stern face grew even more frightening.

Lin Jiangluo slightly pursed her lips, pressing tightly against the wall to hide her figure; she hadn’t expected that escaping danger would bring yet another problem.

“Pfft!” Mo Wu spat a sharp, forceful wad of saliva at the Black man, who couldn’t dodge it in time—the spittle landed squarely on his face.

Before Ye Fei could finish speaking, Song Yicheng interrupted her; before she could react, the man vanished from her sight again, boarding a moderately worn modern car.

After they both declared their positions, everyone else turned hostile glances toward Xu Zhangcheng and Lin Yike, the two Dahuang Sect disciples.

I ate some random food outside, then returned to my room, watching TV while glancing at my phone. It was nearly midnight, but An Ran showed no sign of movement—no idea if she’d come back or not.

At the time, she thought her future had taken a turn for the better, and felt as if clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

Ji Canglan probably never wanted the throne, so tomorrow’s contest means little to him.

Her earlier inaction toward You Qingchun was meant to deceive Cui Jianlian; now that the entire plan has been revealed to her mother-in-law, how could she not have a proper talk with this nurse-sister?

“Now!” Lu Qingchen clapped his hands; imperial guards brought out ninety large pots, each one arranged in sequence, with dry firewood piled beneath them.

As for the words “Escape” on the oil painting’s frame, they may well have been the old baron’s final hint before death.

The Ottoman Empire was already extremely fragile; had it not been for the support of several great powers behind it, it would have long since collapsed under Russian pressure, and Constantinople would have been liberated.

As if, there lay a secret hidden for thousands of years, waiting for the two of them to uncover it.

“You’re back.” One sentence, yet more than a thousand words—everything settled within it, echoing in the ears, sinking into the heart.

The Eight Supreme Sealing Martial Techniques—Long Hao forcibly fused and stacked them together, unleashing a palm seal that swallowed heaven and spat earth.

Even so, Song Rong ordered wave after wave of cultivators to relentlessly pursue and kill them—even if it meant sacrificing the entire sect, the three must be slain.

“This smell—it’s like the stench of corpses long stored in a mortuary. But this Lanruo Temple is clearly uninhabited—how could corpse odor be coming from here?” The stench was overpowering; Ning Caichen frowned, and the faint sleepiness he’d felt vanished entirely—he got up and stepped out the door.

Gai Dao Kuang lost to the previous Great Sword Master; though Wang Wushuang had never met the sword inscription inherited from the former Great Sword Master, an invisible grudge from the previous generation already existed between them.

“What are they doing? They’ve already walked around the training ground several times.” Liu Haoxin couldn’t understand Li Dai’s intentions at all.

At this moment, he felt a powerful heat circulating wildly within his body; the longer he delayed, the harder it became to control this energy.

Under these circumstances, even Xiao Chen was stunned, feeling his limbs move with extreme discoordination—he realized at once: the Blood Body’s transformation was no joke—no wonder it was a Double Ninth-Level realm.

“What’s this? Tripping on flat ground?” Chu He’s mouth twitched—how could someone trip while walking? Is this still a powerhouse?

Lin Jiajia felt neither satisfaction nor anger; though the “action movie” version of him hadn’t seemed mentally impaired, since he’d explained, she no longer pressed further—life wasn’t perfect, but it still had to go on.

When he pulled me up, I grabbed Wang Cai along with him; just as I pulled Wang Cai into my arms, he snatched him away and hurled him—Wang Cai flew like a meatball onto the bed.