56 Fry (Part VII)

That chubby, fleshy face was covered in a thick layer of sticky glue, making it look as though someone had just unloaded a load right on him.

Members of the Azure Dragon Gang raised their pistols one after another, taking aim. The group stared vigilantly at the opposite bank of the river, where the noise was growing louder, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and low, beast-like growls. The firelight could not reach across the river, so I activated my spiritual vision to peer over. One look was all it took to make my entire body shiver violently.

A patch of tall grass suddenly shook violently, and two figures quickly rushed out from within—they were none other than Yi Chuan and Han Xiang.

"Alright, your injury is nothing serious, though it might leave a scar. Clearly, the assailant had no intention of taking your life. Yunfei, do you have any enemies?" Murong Xue asked, sitting beside me.

Not daring to advance further, I remained on the periphery to observe. After a long while without noticing anything unusual, I suddenly caught sight of a human-like figure inside radiating a purple, flowing light. No matter how I looked at it, that figure felt strangely familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.

At that moment, gazing at the Xiongnu herdsman’s slightly opened hands and glancing back at the spear by his feet, Qian Mingguang’s eyes widened to their absolute limit. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, and his right hand, gripping the ring-pommel saber, shook incessantly as if stricken with ague.

Sitting blankly on the bed, Xia Fangyuan caught sight of the teddy bear not far away. Disregarding whether it might be dirty, she gathered the bear into her arms and fell fast asleep.

"Ah... I lost. I truly cannot defeat him. The God of War title is well-deserved, and I am not invincible." Gaia had calmed down, his gaze filled with an inexpressible sense of loneliness and sorrow. Sadly, that innate, God-of-War-like power he once possessed was something I no longer saw in him.

Finally, Bradley emerged from seclusion. Saya had received the signal early on and waited respectfully at the entrance, alongside Amici, Olazhang, and the others.

Countless strands of silver-white alien energy currents permeated Xiao He's body. Gradually, everyone could sense that Xiao He's strength was slowly recovering, and the color of the alien energy was beginning to shift.

Old Half-Immortal thought for a moment and said, "Using traditional Chinese medicine for prevention basically comes down to clearing heat and detoxifying. I'll write a prescription and have someone go to the county town to fetch the herbs. When they return, we'll set up large cauldrons in the streets to brew the medicine, then distribute it door-to-door and person-to-person. Everyone just needs to drink it." The old village chief agreed this seemed a viable method and urged Old Half-Immortal to hurry and write down the prescription.

The person on the other end of the phone continued to rage and curse furiously, but Xu Huinan ignored it. Instead, he stared at Aoxue in sheer disbelief, as if trying to see right through her. He had no choice; Xu Huinan was simply too terrified, terrified that if he left and came back, she would vanish again.

"Yes, I noticed it too. Although his spiritual sea has a limited capacity and doesn't store a massive amount of spiritual power, it is exceptionally pure." Practitioners are extremely sensitive to such matters and are accustomed to assessing and evaluating others' strength in this manner.

"What do you want to do!" It was Lu Yun who spoke, urgently voicing his anxiety even before Jun Shilluo could.

How should one put it regarding Xue Yehan? Lin felt that he was very friendly toward friends or those he looked upon favorably, but toward enemies or those he disdained, he could hardly be considered friendly at all.

Yan Le perceived that, aside from a personality that loathed evil as a bitter enemy, Yu Jianhan was somewhat reclusive and generally not very fond of talking. However, once you became someone he trusted, he would open his heart and lay everything bare to you.

"Fine. Then I'll go in." Upon finishing her sentence, Aoxue made to lift the quilt and get out of bed, but no sooner had she pulled back the covers than Xu Huinan pressed her back down.

Traditional Chinese medicine of Tai Chi distinguishes between yin and yang, utilizing medicinal herbs to mend injuries to yin and yang. Loose and watery stools indicate injury to the Taiyin, while dried ginger warms the center and strengthens the spleen yang.

Qin Lan had been quite happy when she first saw me, thinking I had come to apologize. The result, of course, was that she had expected too much; when I told her my purpose in coming to see her, a distinct flash of disappointment crossed her face.

Li Yang took a headcount of those present. Aside from Mutian, Jing Ni, Bole, and Liu Fei, there were four marrow-cleansing warriors, five blood-cleansing warriors, and three bone-tempering warriors.

Upon hearing this, Bai Jingren figured that exceptional or not, an elder had once taught him that saving a life builds a pagoda of seven tiers. Thus, in the pitch black, he groped about to hoist the person onto his back and staggered toward the depths of the cave.

Lin Wanqing’s face instantly flushed crimson, and she let out a soft huff. However, she did not throw it away, because the scent of laundry detergent lingering in the air told her that this garment was clean. Walking over to the wardrobe, Lin Wanqing folded the undergarment and put it away neatly.

Now that they were once again facing danger, how could everyone not be anxious? Tirion was not alone; all the other high-ranking members crowded around as well.

Most of the creatures that had survived in this wasteland for a long time were already accustomed to using such information to evade predators, forage for food, scout nearby creatures, and so on.

"About the competition?" Lin Wanqing had mentioned earlier that she wanted to enter the 'Voice of Nature' competition. Although it was scheduled to start next month, she ought to begin making preparations now.

If the Angmar from the past—the one utterly fascinated by the truth of history—were here, he would undoubtedly cry out in amazement. So this was how the materialized world presented the details that filled in the narrative and historical gaps; it was indeed remarkably logical.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield situation completely reversed, routing the imperial troops and leaving them in disarray. From then on, everyone gave him the nickname "Hao Who Shakes the Flag."

The Destruction Demon Mother suppressed a smile as she looked at Angmar. Despite having been subdued, he seemed completely unconcerned about his predicament.

How could Fulin not know that the situation had reached a point of extreme urgency at this moment? Yet, asking him to abandon his aging mother and flee for his life alone still felt to him like something an unworthy son would do. Furthermore... even if he managed to save his own life today, the matter would likely become fodder for others to attack him later.

Although this was a scoring opportunity, it also carried immense responsibility and pressure. If this shot missed, Monaco's hopes of contending for the title throughout the entire season would vanish into thin air.