Chapter 861: English Four Specials

For Zhou Yi, his identity as a thoroughly Chinese native was, in a sense, even more convenient—especially when he intended to begin using his album to criticize the United States.

He had absolutely no need to add any self-criticism.

Criticize only the United States, not himself; the whole point was standing on a moral high ground to point fingers at America.

And the kind that accepts no rebuttal whatsoever.

Sometimes he truly had to thank those days when the publication

Even if, on the five topics set at Xu Family Village, the Confucians held no advantage and lost, that loss was barely acceptable; how could it be that on the five debate topics set by the Confucian scholars, the orthodox Confucian school failed completely, unable to win back a single round?

"Then since you bought a gift, why didn't you remind me?" Lin Yifan still did not stop walking.

Xiao Zhimiao drew her bow and shot an arrow at Yuna; Yuna was knocked back a step by the impact of the arrow but continued charging toward them.

After all, the feeling of being looked down upon is something no one wants to experience more than a few times.

By the morning of the third day, Liu Liang had gathered all the equipment and items needed to defeat the BOSS: a leather jacket, a spear, a pair of black-iron boots, a pair of hemp trousers, and a pile of mint oil and jam in his inventory.

He could only drag his feet following Liu Liang down from the floating island, arriving before the dungeon gate at the rear of the main camp; this prison gate was inlaid with the skeletons of dried corpses, and even the brick walls were made of bone bricks, giving an overall eerie impression of a gate to hell; under such circumstances, the things they traded here seemed all the more ironic and terrifying.

Before them lay a massive moat, with only a chain bridge lowered for passage; a row of soldiers dressed as knights stood before the moat, launching attacks against the monsters beside them to block the creatures from approaching.

For instance, Zhu Youjian in the imperial palace, though actually a wise ruler who was not particularly lustful, had in his harem Empress Zhou, Noble Consort Tian, Consort Yuan, and others, all beauties of peerless charm; Zhu Youjian was very satisfied with them all, feeling that he was the happiest man in the world.

But to Xu Yuan's surprise, he saw hardly any fluctuation of expression on her face, only an unchanging coldness.

Seeing Liu Wei still dare to resist, Li Nianming's anger surged uncontrollably, and he slapped him repeatedly as if the slaps cost nothing.

I never sold myself to you; naturally, I come and go as I please. If I can return, that is my skill; if I am willing to come back, that is me granting you face. Change the time? That too depends on whether I am willing.

It was only that, back in those days, Wang Jun had once saved the life of the current sovereign, which earned him the status of a prince today.

The designer had originally installed a forced cooling system in the form of a precaution against all eventualities, specifically to prevent the accelerator from melting and exploding due to high temperatures; at this very moment, the accelerator of the Flame God had reached maximum power, the core temperature had reached 2123 degrees, and the forced cooling system was activated.

Unfortunately, because too much time had passed, the gang he had hired with money back then had already been scattered by other criminal gangs. The members inside had either died or fled; even if he wanted to find those who carried out the attack at that time, it was already impossible.

Han Miao scored not many points in the first half, only 8, but he delivered 10 assists, perfectly activating everyone else.

Amidst the signs of old age hanging on the other's eyebrows and corners of the eyes, he could no longer see a single trace of despondent deathly aura; instead, there was an unfathomable mystery and a sense of power from nowhere that was impossible to penetrate.

Hearing her words, Zhou Ran smiled and nodded toward Gu Chengze, walking toward him, while verbally answering Ming Ziqing's question.

"It should be the main base of the Goryeo spies!" Mo Ziqian said quietly, his tone somewhat desolate, with a hint of bitter smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

He had previously marveled at the control over one's own internal qi and all things around them demonstrated by the Lady and the Northern Gushan Sect with this move called 【Plucking Flower Hand】, but despite endless pondering, he could never understand it.