Chapter 47: Forms of Address
Sensing the flow of energy around her, Xianxian pressed her lips together and calmly stepped forward, her cane striking precisely on Vera’s instep.
In hindsight, Helian Shuang’s performance had been rather clumsy at that moment, yet none of them noticed.
The light machine gun suddenly spat out a stream of fiery tongues, bullets pouring densely onto the charging Yuan soldiers. Those Yuan troops, who had thought they were about to seize the position, had never encountered such fierce firepower; countless lives fell like grass under the blade.
For an alchemist, sensing the dragon veins was fundamental. During the previous battle, while the reincarnators seeking advantage were repelled by Sasuke, Feng Xue used the spiritual roots on Sasuke’s body to sense the dragon veins within them.
“You’re a mercenary too, aren’t you? Dare to spar with me?” Kanapi smiled without reaching his eyes, intending to give Xiahou a proper lesson.
“You see, you’re glaring at me again!” Jiu’er complained, pointing her finger at Xiao Zhi, pouting with grievance.
Gu Fengnian’s eyes darkened as he scooped up the boy in a waist embrace, deliberately aiming to throw him under the bed.
Xin Ligang and Lin Ziqiang were fellow disciples. Though Xin had left Master Peng a decade ago, his ties to the White Lotus Sect remained.
“Death Valley” was a vast canyon in Tianmu Mountain. Not only was it overgrown with thorns, but venomous snakes and fierce beasts roamed there, and the air was thick with miasma. Those unaccustomed to the environment would suffer severe vomiting and diarrhea, fainting at best, or even death.
Outside the council hall of Yangzhou’s temporary palace, Lai Huer sat rigidly atop his mount, clad in full armor. Opposite him sat Fang Hua, riding an ordinary warhorse and wielding a jujube wood spear.
Wen Xu stopped curiously and noticed that his third brother, Wen Shida, looked utterly dejected, like a banana leaf drooping after the rain.
After ordering some simple tea and snacks, Wang Jintong and Qiu Xinran began to eat. Though all Wang could offer Qiu now was this, she seemed to enjoy it immensely, her face bright with a sweet smile.
A pair of black leather boots lay by the bed. Since Scáthach wore armored gear, her lower body was clad in black thigh-high stockings. To remove the tight, purple-hued garment beneath, she first had to untie the black cords securing the armor.
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At this thought, the Cosmic Emperor surged with power, eyes gleaming with cruelty as he faced the charging Tian Jin. Then his fist swung fiercely toward Tian Jin’s oncoming direction.
The entire classroom shuddered; the head of the Finance Institute number one had arrived, naturally stirring everyone to alertness.
Qin Hui was deeply worried. His escape back to the Song Dynasty was only possible because he had long since surrendered to the Jin Empire. Wanyan Chang had sent him back to undermine the Southern Song and complete unification.
Sharp-minded Bai Weiyang, afraid that Qing Ziye would derail the topic, immediately spoke up to steer the conversation back on track.
“Reckless fool!” Song Lingyun sneered. Across the world’s portal, brazenly wielding power that defied the laws of the world, these invaders truly thought the heavenly way here was a soft target. This act of using others as a tool for killing would teach them a harsh lesson.
A volley of arrows, each brimming with deadly intent, flew like sharp spears aimed directly at Teng Shaohuang and Pei Hao.
The butler’s eyes filled with terror. He turned to flee, realizing now that he could no longer defeat Ye Xingchen.
Wang Renwei’s words made Bai Bing and me exchange glances. His bluntness meant he had a request, but... could he really not know where Qian Xiaoxue was? Didn’t one of his eyes reside within her?
Gu Feng muttered a regretful sigh but rose slowly, drawing his broken sword casually. He lifted his gaze toward Li Xiao, who had just turned around, and pointed the sword at him from afar.
Cheng Gong raised his silver fierce bow without even glancing at Teng Shaohuang and Pei Hao. He pulled the string, and an arrow forged from true essence immediately appeared on the bowstring.
Caught off guard, Ye Xingchen stumbled back rapidly, his eyes ablaze with fury.
“Demonic blade?” The Muramasa demon blade was quite famous; it was said to have earned its renown by ending the chaos of the Warring States period, wounding—or even killing—the entire Tokugawa shogunate family, thus gaining its name.
That fellow dared not utter a word after being scolded by Long Kun. He peeked secretly, his eyes filled with pleading.
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At the laboratory door, Qiao Yan glanced back and saw everyone inside watching them with smiles. Flustered, she quickly turned and fled.
Once comforted by the old master at his bedside, the awkwardness in her heart eased, and she no longer harbored resentment.
Sheng Hai and the others had completed the full deployment of the Black Containment Box. Just as they prepared to leave, Kuang Jiuhai and his group finally appeared before them.
A grand procession set off from the Forbidden City, passing through Yongding Gate and heading south. They arrived at the hunting grounds by dusk.
Gulina’s 200,000 per season was unimpressive, but this season she showed off her figure and flirted provocatively, attracting many gentlemen and greatly boosting the show’s ratings. Yang Li raised her pay to eight million per season.
The moment the rooster landed, Fang Qinggu without hesitation raised his blade and cleanly severed its head.
Waving to the noisy crowd to calm them, he said, “Everyone, now you understand. From start to finish, Miss Panpan has been the victim.”
Suddenly, a clang rang out—the knife didn’t pierce through but instead tore a large hole in Uncle Jiang’s pocket.
That was Jiang Panpan herself. Ridiculously, these people couldn’t even recognize her now but clamored wildly.
Aunt Zhou knew they were all the prince’s “friends” and dared not neglect them. Though a bit reluctant, she brought out the household’s cured meats. Chi Xia went to the backyard to pick some garlic sprouts and eggplants, also finding a head of garlic.