Chapter 855: History That Changes According to the Person

I’d rather praise Zhou Yi for his truck modifications than for his acting.

February 12th, the fourth day of the first lunar month.

During Coca-Cola’s Spring Festival event, Jiang Wen, as a special guest, immediately dismissed Zhou Yi’s grinning remarks, pointing at him with his right index finger and making the entire audience burst into laughter: “Let me tell you all, this guy is rotten to the core.”

“Can’t be helped—being handsome always invites Momingqimiao malice.”

Sitting

This oddly shaped pottery jar wasn’t sold on the market; the curved handle and the plum blossoms carved on its body filled Fan Xueyi with profound familiarity.

Su Jin, don’t get cocky yet! The position of Princess Consort can only belong to Qianqian—even if Zhongli Luo adores you, the Emperor would never grant you that title! Hmph! Xia Qingyu’s eyes flashed with dark malice; he glanced at the surrounding ministers, angrily shook his sleeves, and stormed toward the palace.

On the other side, Xing Xuan and Ai Xin focused their strength, found an opening through Xu Shuyang, joined forces with Yu Feng, and the six of them formed a three-on-three formation.

Xu Lang raised his long sword and barely blocked Fan Qingyun’s strike; the force transmitted through the blade injured his lungs and heart, bringing a metallic sweetness to his throat—he clenched his teeth and swallowed back the blood he was about to spit out.

The second item revealed triggered another commotion—not because it was particularly valuable, but because it was a Vien family auction lot; the Vien family rarely participated in other auctions unless they hosted them themselves—that was universal consensus. Why would a Vien family item appear this year?

He pointed to the sky—“Boom!”—as his finger directed, all images, all clouds vanished, leaving only heaven and earth.

But with Yi Zhongtian, that mighty deity, present this time, it’s still likely the oddities will be hunted.

“Pity your father isn’t here—he could’ve been delighted too,” Hua Mei suddenly sighed.

Although Hu Yan Yun’s words contained exaggeration, the fact that all eight banners lost contact with the Vermilion Bird Division by noon—except for the Right Red Banner in Lincang City—was undeniable.

Zhou Cheng moved instantly, appearing beside the stone tablet; after careful inspection, he found no inscriptions on it—only its shape was peculiar.

Watching Fang Baobao’s skilled movements and hearing his words, Lin Jing’s mouth gaped wide in astonishment—she had never known such a method of fire-starting; how did Ye Baobao know it?

“In a certain sense, those undead legions are devils,” Poison Fang stared at Shi Kan–Silver Axe; as the veteran commander of the northern clans, he understood Shi Kan–Silver Axe better than anyone else. Thus, he was far calmer than Prince Libalo, his composure rooted in his trust of Shi Kan–Silver Axe.

Su Ruolan’s question seemed casual, her gaze still fixed on the Abi Divine Sword, as if she were still idly playing with this peerless weapon of slaughter.

After securing cooperation with two major corporations, Zhang Hao no longer worried that the villagers’ road construction workers would lose their jobs once the secondary road was completed.

“Master Sun, have you succeeded in your trial? If so, it should be widely promoted throughout the realm. Then our Great Tang would no longer fear the scourge of smallpox—this would be a great blessing. And tragedies like those in Gaozhou could be prevented forever!” Du Ruhui asked.

Hearing Jian Li’s apology, the Crown Prince merely scoffed coldly and turned his gaze elsewhere.

“Then I shall see how you intend to rely on this Gate of Heaven to prevent me from killing you!” Lü Hanyang opened his right palm upward; the flying sword spun continuously in his palm, transforming into a golden-winged great roc, spreading its wings and soaring.

After Yue Bai gave her a long lecture, Tang Dui’s hostile gaze toward Jian Li softened, turning warm.