Chapter 237: Faithful Soldiers, Face to Face

A few days later, a coffin of raw iron nearly an inch thick was hauled into the great prison.

Zhao Ti ordered the soldiers to set the coffin in the center of the cell, then had Murong Longcheng carried and placed inside it.

This iron coffin had been cast on the spot from a mold at the Armaments Bureau; on the lid were seven small air holes arranged in the pattern of the Northern Dipper.

He looked for a moment at Murong Longcheng within the coffin and said, "Bring paper and a brush."

The jailer was about to turn when he thought again and said, "Let Guangzu go instead. Back at the manor—

To tell the truth, Weber simply could not bring himself to believe that Conqueror Iskandar had really succeeded through mail order.

"Why?! Why won't you agree, why won't you accept it?! Principal Zhu, you must explain this to me clearly!" Major Kawagu shouted in furious exasperation.

Yet the handsome Young Master Xia Dong paid no heed at all to the onlookers gathered around; seeing that Li Yang was about to step past him, he struck out directly, reaching for the storage pouch at Li Yang's waist.

At that moment, in a certain conference room at Marine Headquarters, the highest-level meeting of the Navy was being convened, the atmosphere utterly silent.

Li Si sighed helplessly; at this point he had not expected so many things to happen, nor had they imagined so many things would happen—it could be said to far exceed anything they had imagined.

Her cave abode was not large, only two stone chambers; the inner one served as her storage and sleeping quarters, and she usually meditated and cultivated in the outer room.

On the other side, the monkey and the bear were eating and drinking heartily; to animals, of course, human aesthetics were utterly incomprehensible.

The demon and the immortal before him were both beyond his ability to contend with; he would watch from the sidelines, quietly awaiting the moment most advantageous to himself.

Being the sect master of Fox-Weird Gate was certainly glorious beyond measure, but Hu Ximei felt that those days of fleeing alongside Lian Haiping were the most thrilling and exciting of her life.

"Comrades, fellow soldiers, farewell. You must hold fast to your faith, keep fighting—victory will surely be ours! Goodbye, my dear comrades, my fellow soldiers." Having spoken, he shook hands one by one with County Magistrate Lu and the others, then turned and, head held high, chest thrown out, with an air of awe-inspiring righteousness, strode out with firm steps.

The taxi driver was a genuine native of the Southern Seas; he looked decent enough, was very warm and friendly, and was a chatterbox to boot—only his fares were a bit steep. But Liu Yanbo paid it no mind; after all, this trip was an official business trip, and the thing he minded least was money.

Not until a palm came down heavily on the table before him with a sharp "Slap!" did he startle back to his senses at once.

A string of words poured out; Fang Heng roughly introduced his relationship with Moon Immortal and Mo Yun, and briefly recounted what had happened since he came to the Martial Heaven Domain, explaining why the two of them had suddenly appeared.

Once, for certain special reasons, the true powerhouses of the human race, the demon race, and the demon race together entered the Dark Abyss; after all these years, still no one has escaped.

Hearing Lin Yunfei say this, the youth's body gave a sudden start, and an expression of astonishment appeared on his face.

Although Sui Xiaotian's strength was enough to pull his arm free, those towering breasts kept him lingering, unable to tear himself away. So he kept struggling, trying to increase the friction.

Clearly because no one had cultivated here for a long time, the place had gathered such a dense spiritual mist that, the moment he entered, he could not suppress his realm and automatically advanced to Heavenly Immortal.

Seeing Luo An finish his tea, the seductive charm on Yunyun's alluring face deepened; she sat down not far before Luo An and began chatting about this and that.

Ning Qinghong noticed her reflexive little gesture, and he also understood clearly the deliberate form of address.

"You two are truly worlds apart; I really can't imagine what your children would look like someday." Xingtian said it as a joke.

And as the slaughter went on, the bloody and brutal smell that filled the air left the captives utterly numb; they merely walked forward woodenly, knelt, lowered their heads, and then felt a chill at their necks.