Usurping the Han Dynasty (17)

He truly found it hard to fathom. He was, after all, a high-level Divine Venerable expert hailing from an ancient martial arts sect, yet Ye Han had decided to kill him without a second thought just like that?

Right after that, Su Chen completely let loose. Not only did he play a wildly energetic song, but he also pulled out a full set of nightclub lighting fixtures straight from his system.

Landing and immediately engaging in intense gunfights—this aligned much better with Su Nan's mindset. He wanted to rack up as many kills as possible. If you tried to compete with professional esports teams in terms of tactical coordination, you would undoubtedly fall far behind them.

The cat-demon in Yuneko's hands struggled even more violently. Lowering its head, its razor-sharp teeth lunged toward Yuneko's hand to bite it.

"What—what do you mean?" Mother Cheng asked in a daze, her gaze falling upon Yun Guiwan, who had remained silent the whole time.

Early the next morning, Cheng Chen got up very early. With a heavy stone weighing on his heart, his sleep had been light, and judging by the sky, it was already around the Hour of Mao.

When it came to paying the bill, whether it was Shu Yalin or Yang Mengxin, both vied to treat Zhao Yao.

Therefore, having arrived here, there wasn't really anything they absolutely had to do; everyone simply treated it as a budget-friendly vacation.

Xia Yiyu's love was like a meticulously nurtured fruit tree. Now that the tree had finally grown robustly and blossomed with flower buds, awaiting the time to bear fruit, he could not afford any mishaps.

"There's a new product out again? Master Maxi said last time that the sweet tofu pudding was super delicious, but just now I heard these other customers say the rest of the food is also super delicious. Which one should I choose?" Kenny stroked his bulging money pouch, a conflicted expression on his face.

Before he could even reply, Fang Ran heard Ling's voice drop, turning cold as she asked, as if pouring a bucket of cold water over him.

"Research shows that a larger bathtub significantly enhances a person's sense of happiness during a soak, while also serving various other functions beyond bathing and unlocking more postures," the system replied earnestly.

Ever since the Dutch troops landed in Penghu in 1604 under the guise of trade and subsequently invaded Taiwan by force, nearly thirty years had passed. Over these three decades, they had built Fort Zeelandia and Fort Provintia, using these two locations as strongholds to occupy the vast regions of southern Taiwan.

Ai Chixiang ended up in almost the exact same position as Mo Shuzai, but this collision instead bumped Mo Shuzai's racing car right back onto the track.

Although ghost stories cannot be trusted, as an honest and trustworthy man, I still untied her hands.

Taking a sachet out of the pocket of her own clothes, she handed it to me and said, "If you ever happen to encounter your older cousin, the Sloppy King, in the future..."

The only thing that remained unchanged was the wreckage of the warship, discarded beside the Leviathan like a piece of oversized, non-combustible trash after being hit by the gravity bomb.

That alien creature, shaped like a ball and addressed as the commander, wobbled and spun in place for a bit. This was how it was thinking; Kandarans always looked like this when they were deep in thought.

Reporting meticulously, Gou'er truly lived up to being the epitome of solemn rigidity, while Xiaoxian secretly wiped the cold sweat rolling down her forehead.

Especially since she was well-versed in Han etiquette, carrying herself with such poised, graceful, and natural grace that she was the absolute picture of a young lady from a noble family.

Humans are naturally endowed with spiritual intelligence, allowing them to communicate with deities through faith, wield sacred arts, and rule over the land. In contrast, alien races possess formidable bloodlines, are born in the deep sea, and reign as masters of the ocean.

Harrison snapped back to his senses and looked at the guide beside him. Following the guide's gesture, Harrison finally gazed upon the oasis before him—Al-Mal had arrived.

However, Leng Yuanqing happened to have gone away on a business trip the day before yesterday, so Leng Zheyuan came to the company to oversee things for two days.

Shen Lan acknowledged softly, turned her body around, and raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes concealed countless things—affectionate and gentle.

This call carried a multitude of yearnings and guilt, along with a swirl of complex emotions, causing Song Qing to stop in her tracks involuntarily.

Yet none of this mattered to Su Lin anymore; he no longer believed this group could pose any further threat to him.

The king's mouth twitched. He hadn't even finished reading it the first time, yet damn it, you're already on your second pass. Truly, comparing people to one another is enough to make a person want to die.

In any religious ritual, the portions pertaining to the divine are invariably vast and complex, whether it be prayers or sacrifices, and the most intricate of all is, of course, the audience with the deity.

Numerous four-winged purple birds tore through the air, darting forward like lightning. Their purple feathers, sharp as blades, slashed toward the students riding atop the mechanical giant birds.

Therefore, when Xiao Yichen once again produced a bottle containing twelve Purple Essence Pills, all the Purple Mansion cultivators present widened their eyes in astonishment.

She grabbed Chunyu Ye's arm tightly, tracing the contours of his eyebrows and eyes meticulously, unwilling to let slip a single tiny detail.

"Thomas, I'll give you one chance. Step aside right now, and I can let bygones be bygones!" Lin Ya's expression grew even frostier.

She hurried off to the chambers. The owner of the Cuiyi Workshop was a woman named Mother Liu; all the maidens and servants here addressed her thus.

Leaving the Naval Intelligence Department, Ye Xiaowan knew that the intelligence provided by Yoichi Yamada might be valuable to Shen Qianchao and needed to be passed on to him immediately.

This argument was something he had also mentioned to the other officials working alongside him. However, those officials undoubtedly hoped that Zhao Changtang would be promoted even higher—the higher, the better.

Zhai E had never experienced such a sense of crisis before; he wished he could simply kneel before Hua Chongjin, even if it meant abandoning all his dignity.

Down on the tail deck, Reiju rose to her feet at that moment. Setting down her porcelain teacup, she placed her hand upon the railing of the Black Supervision vessel.

Sighing heavily, he picked up the teacup on the table: it had been specially brewed for Jia Zhangshi, but now he would simply have to enjoy it himself.

As Head Eunuch Jin spoke, a brilliant smile danced in his eyes as he continuously drifted closer to Hua Chongjin, attempting to seat himself right beside her.

That skeleton felt a bone-deep agony. What was worst of all was that its legs, formed from hellfire, were also purged and obliterated by this transparent flame. Furthermore, the transparent flame slipped through the wound at its waist and burrowed directly into its body.