Chapter 193: The Youngest Major

Ma Xianglin, following behind Qin Liangyu, held a wooden tray in his hands, covered with a silk cloth.

Zhang Shijie frowned and asked in return. According to his own thoughts, neither Nantuo nor Fengdu were the best battlefields; retreating back to Wanzhou would be safer.

However, Chen Mu returned to normal after only these two thoughts. No wonder these people had looked at him so strangely just now; they were probably stunned by those eight million. Chen Mu thought to himself.

The target in front of him disappeared completely, and along with it, another target three meters away also vanished. A large crater about ten meters in diameter was left on the ground.

Everyone laughed, and Jiang Shi hurriedly spoke up, instructing the butler to take Zheng Xunrui to look around the mansion.

"Brother Shan, please rest! We are heading back now; call us if you need anything!" Bao Xiong, seeing the exhaustion on Jiang Shan's face, hurriedly stood up to take his leave, exiting the room with several of his Iron Guard brothers.

The black skull was formed using the Soul-Sucking Great Art and belonged to a type of soul energy; naturally, it could not produce an effect through collision with a physical body, so the resistance of the Heart-Sucking Eagle was completely futile.

Before noon, he had Gao Mengqi, the Grand Court Minister, go to the 'Shaerhuda' military camp once again, bringing silk and wealth to express his intent to submit and invite the 'Shaerhuda' army into the city.

Jiang Shan's expression changed. Three hundred years—it was indeed very lonely. It meant that it wanted to follow him to a broader world in the future.

As for how this captive general was injured, it was clearly caused by artillery. It could not have been a direct hit from a shell, but rather he was caught in the blast, likely struck by captive soldiers, warhorses, or even severed limbs sent flying by the shell. The blood and flesh covering his body confirmed this speculation.

Hearing these words from Wuyatou, Wang Feng was completely stunned, but he hadn't expected this sentence to actually be useful. As soon as Wuyatou finished speaking, a corner of the octagonal stone, which had been motionless like a dead object, suddenly began to move.

Ji Xian'er had to hurriedly stop her steps, but her movement was too abrupt, aggravating the injury to her ankle. For a moment, it hurt severely, and she almost fell backward.

Come to think of it, as Chen Ruonan's delivery date approached day by day, she, who accompanied Chen Ruonan all day long, felt the same, and her longing to be a mother grew deeper and deeper.

Even with the growth, the single-week box office was only 860,000 USD, ranking in the lower-middle position among all movie box offices in the United States, though still at the bottom.

While walking, Lihuo examined some rocks rolling in the magma river. Objects that could remain unmelted in magma were clearly not simple things. However, he currently had nothing in his hands that could withstand the heat of the magma; otherwise, he really couldn't resist fishing something out.

Xiang Qi's troops surrounded the two hundred players, and the remaining troops of Hei Yan surrounded Xiang Qi's troops. A strange situation formed: the two hundred-plus players inside suddenly launched a fierce counterattack against Xiang Qi, and Hei Yan's troops closed in again. With internal and external cooperation, it caused immense pressure on Xiang Qi.

In Xiang Qi's studio, there were three people who could do the first two things, but only he could do all three. His nickname was: Ghost Hand Xiang Qi.

"What are you afraid of? I only look for people I can trust." Yu Yuanjie still had an indifferent expression.

Zhang Fan, who had originally lowered his head, unexpectedly raised it again, smiling at Maduosi with blood on his face.

Section Chief Feng, with a gun pressed against his forehead, was trembling all over with rage, roaring loudly and waving his hands frantically as if giving a lecture on a podium.

While Song Mingting was pondering, Venerable Muguang suddenly let out an angry shout. His three faces—Good, Evil, and Original—shifted rapidly, and the next moment, he soared into the sky, charging into the fire clouds high above. Immeasurable Buddha light erupted from the fire clouds. Suffering such a heavy blow, the fire clouds finally could not withstand it and collapsed.

To dismantle the Tianyuan Mansion and cut off the strongest assistant of the Ancient Seal, one must first control one of his capable subordinates—specifically, Mei.

Instead, it was the sword light like sunlight continuously shooting out from the great sun that kept Venerable Wanying busy parrying.

Under his methodical strikes, the old Daoist began to feel the strain and had to put away his playful heart, engaging him in serious combat.

The generation-after-generation who kept their mind focused on forming seals, before they could react to dodge, saw with horror that bright red blood was already spurting from their wrist.

The ear-piercing sound of wind breaking exploded in the ears of the twitching Eternal, and the Elf Feather continued to enlarge in their pupils.

But suddenly, she inadvertently saw Zhou Yutong holding Liu Qian opposite her, and she couldn't help but feel a bit lost. This guy already had a fiancée. Similarly, Zhou Yutong and Liu Qian also saw this scene at this moment, and even heard the sales manager say that Huang Yuan and Feng Li were a perfect couple.

Gazes turned toward Liu Fenglei. Liu Fenglei's expression was livid, his eyes like knives, chilling to the bone.

The battle armor was peculiar, with metal wings on the back and sharp cold-weapon blades attached to both wrists. The lines were smooth and full of psychedelic colors.

Suddenly, from within the portal, a heaven-shaking roar sounded. This roar was like a dragon's chant, shaking the heavens and the earth.

The three graves were built adjacent to each other, all rather hastily. Su Renzhen cried until she fell to the ground, and Zhou Xuan, thinking of his parents and brother from a thousand years later, was also desolate, bowing solemnly several times.

He only remembered that every time he pushed his limits until his strength was exhausted, he would collapse into that black nutrient tank he had specially placed in a corner of the laboratory.

It was not just the Shaolin Sect; every sect was like this. Unless the person practicing your sect's martial arts had already reached another realm, you wouldn't dare to find trouble with them. Just like Nan Murong, who practiced dozens of types of kung fu, from all different sects—who would be so blind as to provoke him, Murong Fu? ===== CHAPTER 194 =====