35 Soldier's Assault

"Next, we are heading to the most famous spot in the spaceport: the Eye of Space." The tour guide drifted along the corridor, leading the curious tourists forward.

Mo Ya’s figure flickered and appeared before Ji Wuye. The shadows in the room stirred momentarily before settling back into stillness.

Reflecting on this, Lin Nian decided not to dwell on the matter. After all, it was the government that had been robbed; the prefect and the censor would surely find a way to resolve it, and it had little to do with him.

Following the edge of the bloodstain and converging toward the center, a tall, thin figure reached out, gripped her fair neck, and slowly lifted her into mid-air.

Dunn opened his mouth, but by then, he could already sense numerous human essence signatures surging toward the territory of the Church of Light and Shadow.

With a resonant "clang," that smile and that answer struck Xu Ke’s heart like a heavy hammer.

"Feiyan, how can you say such things? You must apologize to them at once. Don’t look down on others; this is between him and me, and it’s none of your concern. Stop worrying about this and focus on getting yourself better," Su Bingbing said to Yang Feiyan with a hint of irritation.

The five-axis, five-linkage machine tool is common knowledge as the pinnacle of mainstream global equipment, which many nations lack the capability to produce.

Cheng Jun looked at He Yunmu speechlessly and rolled her eyes. Perhaps feeling that he had been showing off too much, He Yunmu awkwardly touched his hair.

"Jiang Qinge!!!" Jiang Min squeezed the three words through her teeth, yet the person in question remained oblivious.

After feeding Ye Lingche her blood, Ye Qingcheng checked his pulse again. Though the beats were slow, they were much improved compared to before.

Xiao Xiao said nothing. Zoro walked up to the barrel and immediately spotted the cursed blade hidden among the many cheap, dull swords—the Sandai Kitetsu, which had once accompanied him in sparring with numerous formidable opponents across the seas.

Seeing this, A'jiu asked, "Is something wrong? I saved you, so I will certainly see to your needs. Are you worried about returning home?" Her tone was incredibly kind.

Suddenly, a cold voice rang out. Song Shiyan entered the room, frowning. Seeing him, Old Madam Song let out a sigh of relief, her body going limp as she slumped to the floor.

"What is it that you don't understand?" She sighed helplessly; facing such a perfect boyfriend brought a great deal of pressure.

"Your cigarettes alone cost a hundred, and the beef you buy for our son is over a hundred per pack. Everything else you buy isn't cheap either, so stop bringing up my clothes. I’ve been married to you for so many years—what have I ever bought? Just this one outfit, and you’re here acting all snide."

Facing the rapidly increasing number of pirates, the Navy, while expanding its forces and sustaining the war, also began identifying and supporting righteous individuals among the common people.

A'jiu bathed in maternal affection at the Ci'en Palace, ate her fill, and slept soundly before returning to the manor, refreshed and leaving the Empress Dowager lingering in reluctance.

Even in his sleep, the man was more vigilant than an ordinary person. The moment her hand reached out, he grasped it firmly.

The orb that had wrapped Yan Yun in vines swung through the air and crashed into a tree. Utilizing her wind ability, she summoned two vines to free herself from the predicament.

Seeing his cavalry decimated and the enemy in pursuit, the Yellow Turban leader immediately formed a defensive formation on the spot, preparing for battle.

Chen Bo raised his right hand, the tip of his soul blade pointing at her, though he did not attack. A flicker of doubt crossed his mind: Could she be Jiang Jie’s mother?

If I must swear an oath, then so be it. For Fang Yu, I have already done everything; what is there to fear from a single vow?

Surrounded by his family, Taishi Ci entered the living room. He began his gift-giving offensive, a tactic he had learned from Liu He. Ever since Diaochan and Gao Shun had sent gifts to Liu He’s wives—a indiscriminate, all-at-once approach—the quantity had been high, but the effectiveness was poor.

Lin Qingchu and Shangguan Mei exchanged glances. With a shared understanding, they simultaneously released their magical shell treasures, firmly shielding themselves in the center. In an instant, they heard the sound of rushing rain—the bees were attacking the shells with a frenzy.

However, no descendant of the Shangguan bloodline could ever step foot into the Dark Abyss. No matter how high their cultivation, anyone who entered would be instantly shredded into mincemeat by the sky-filling sword energy.

Someone actually recognized her. Yuyan turned back in surprise, her eyes lighting up. Wasn't this her classmate from high school?

For some reason, she had the illusion of being lightly patted on the shoulder. But when she turned back to look, the space was empty; there was no one there, not even a speck of dust.

Later, one day, no one knew what had happened, but the master suddenly stopped leaving his dwelling, and the entrance to his cave was sealed off by a massive iceberg.

Xu Han quietly withdrew his hidden move from his robes. With a cold snort, he ignored Liu Mengming and casually picked two early-stage Golden Core-tier longswords from the weapon rack, strapping them to his back. He then walked up the stairs to the medium-sized sparring platform, watching the dual-wielding Liu Mengming with cold eyes.

"We didn't invite you over." The important councilors felt a chill at Ao Bai's words. However, given that the Ming army had defeated the Eight Banners with only twenty thousand troops, they seemed to possess the power to interfere abroad.

Later, Wang Yun and Ren Bin both embarked on official careers—Wang Yun in politics and Ren Bin in the military—both serving in the capital. After marrying the Yang woman, Ren Bin and his wife lived in close harmony. When the Yang woman was twenty, she gave birth to Diaochan, and the family of three lived happily. Unexpectedly, when Diaochan was not yet two, the accident occurred.

"Why are you so gloomy?" Jiang Wuyi asked, feeling strange. This "Black Egg" was usually cheerful and carefree; why had he become so sentimental?

"If that is the case, there is no need for further words." Zhang Fei knew there was no chance of negotiation. Just as he was about to leap up and continue his assault...

A silver light suddenly flashed past the corner of his eye. Yan Yun turned to look, but could not find the source of the silver gleam.

The adults were having a merry time chatting when Nian Hen suddenly burst into tears. It was an earth-shattering wail, and even Wen Jing was astonished. The child was usually gentle and restrained; why was he crying like this?