Volume 1, Chapter 157: I Know You're Anxious, But Don't Be Anxious
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Chao Tianjiao and Le Yao instantly leaped out from the gourd, flying straight ahead, completely turning a blind eye to the danger looming before Chao Zizai and Chao Weida.
Tuoba Jie felt a slight jolt in his heart. His father, Tuoba Hui, had been killed by Helian Tuo, the Gudu Marquis of the Xiongnu State, in collusion with Princess Yuchi Qingqing of the Loulan Kingdom. Although he had avenged his father's deep enmity, the ancestral Mandarin Duck Copper Locks had always been a coveted martial arts manual fought over by the martial artists of the Han Dynasty and various Western Regions states.
"Sigh..." Tang Feng could not help letting out a deep sigh. Thinking of his grandmother, his parents far away, and having a home yet being unable to return to it, a sudden wave of sorrow and melancholy washed over him. The oppressive sense of dejection engulfed him entirely, and he only snapped back to reality when the burned-out cigarette butt scorched his fingers.
However, Yang Wo felt not the slightest doubt upon hearing this, because historically, Liu Zhijun had indeed severely defeated the allied forces of Li Maozhen and Yang Chongben in Meiyuan; it was just that the timeline seemed to have been advanced by a lot.
"Alright, stop crying. You're so old now and still crying, you'll make the senior laugh at us." After a moment, Madam Zhao spoke, and the two finally separated.
Surrounded by the four of them, Ren Jiaying stood with an elegant and graceful posture, her beautiful eyes gazing toward the hotel with a look of worry.
After the ribbon-cutting ceremony concluded, the invited guests and leaders gathered to tour the three storefronts before shaking hands, bidding farewell, and departing in their respective vehicles.
Following the deployment of the Shu army, Qin Pei on the right wing also sent an order to Mi Zhicheng in the front, instructing him to slowly fall back while simultaneously dispatching troops to provide cover and meet up with him.
Yet now, he had to save this very enemy. He wondered if the ancestors of the Ye family, knowing this down in the netherworld, would be so furious that they would rise from the underworld to slaughter their way back.
As this group came into contact with the outer perimeter of the encirclement, they immediately felt a crushing sense of heavy pressure.
Later on, she learned more about him. As the prime minister's daughter, she naturally would not have been familiar with a scion from a fallen family like the Xie family. However, in recent years, the Xie family had risen once again, and both young masters of the Xie family were exceptionally brilliant individuals, gradually bringing the Xie family back into the sight of the capital's high-ranking officials and nobles.
Qingxin remained silent; he did not continue his conversation with Chen Haoqiang. That night, when Qingxin left the hospital, his heart felt utterly empty.
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Jumping down from the second floor, though uninjured, had severely hindered Qingxin's movements. His sole objective now was to quickly find a hiding place, because a sniper rifle in the distance was aimed right at him.
Princess Changning was startled, her complexion turning even paler, draining away all trace of blood as she realized the implications of Xiahou Yan's words. Palace coups and political power struggles were games she could not afford to play; what did it matter even if she was born an exalted princess?
Wumei took out her phone and gave an awkward smile. Although she had been equipped with a mobile phone for some time now, her understanding of its functions remained quite limited.
Even so, Qingxin did not lose heart. Even if he were to die, he would die fighting right here, because even more thrilling events were yet to come, and his grand plan was set to be executed today.
Truly, "when a tiger falls to the plains, it is bullied by dogs." When had he ever been driven to such a humiliating and wretched state? Having his intentions exposed caused Li Shuang's blood vessels to dilate instantly, and a fierce thought rapidly surged within his mind: he had to eliminate these two damned people, or else he would truly go mad.
This was Lin Ye's first time coming to the Central Imperial Capital, and everything here left him deeply awed. However, the strict court etiquette within the Golden Tripod Hall gave him a massive headache—at every turn, there were three salutations and nine kowtows, dropping to the ground in worship. Furthermore, the heavy, oppressive atmosphere inside the hall made beads of sweat seep from his forehead.
Murong Feng had always held a unique emotional attachment to the peak of the Azure Maple Mountains. There were too many entrustments and too many deep longings tied to this place for him; how could Murong Feng bear to abandon it?
Outside the door, the elevator plummeted continuously. Liao Miyun clutched her chest, her heart still pounding wildly without stop.
Generally speaking, strength-based warriors tend to favor brute force over finesse, which is why they invariably wield heavy weapons like giant axes, massive iron hammers, or greatswords. Because of this, martial techniques often proved to be the Achilles' heel of strength-based warriors.
At that moment, Weixin seemed to hear Sister Lu's voice. Her hands struggled frantically, and tiny tears welled up in her eyes, streaming down her face.
With two soft thuds of "Bang!" and "Bang!", a bright crimson blossom of blood bloomed right between the fake empress's eyebrows. Her eyes widened in utter disbelief, having never anticipated what had just befallen her before her spiritual consciousness was swallowed by endless darkness.
Returning to his own mansion, Han Yin noticed that all the members of the Silver Fox team were looking at him differently—not only with a great deal more trust, but also with deep respect and gratitude.
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"Master Pylos, raise your weapon. I will demonstrate the form to you from the front." Master Capuen took the wooden sword from the young man's hand and looked at Pylos with a smile.
After digging for quite a while, over a meter of the tree trunk was already exposed beneath the roots, yet still they found nothing.
The kerosene lamp on the crossbeam was extremely old, providing the only illumination in the tavern. In the dim, yellowish light, patches of inky darkness lurked everywhere, escaping the reach of the eye.
Guided by Orlando, Pylos held Aina's hand, and the three of them ran toward Jessica.
The Ice Lion Beast was a spiritual beast bred from the hybridization of a phantom beast and a demonic beast, possessing the characteristics of both. Moreover, they were incapable of self-reproduction; their nature was fierce and cruel, and tales of them turning on their masters had often been heard in the past.
The group of disciples from various sects standing nearby watched as the six members of the Demonic Cult raised three streams of sword light and soared into the sky, all wearing expressions of utter confusion.
"This is an opportunity. Once it goes online, countless netizens will naturally judge the matter, and the accusations of those who framed you will naturally collapse," Liu Rumeng said with a serious expression.
Though Jia Yi's physical body had not suffered the slightest injury on the ground, his furious tirade against Zhao Mu had first aggravated his internal injuries, and secondly—and primarily—he had been kicked in the face by an ordinary mortal. This was the supreme humiliation of his lifetime, and the sudden rush of anger, combined with his existing internal wounds, caused Jia Yi to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Tang San's words were not without reason; they were uttered entirely out of good intentions. After all, had Wu Zijian truly been related by blood or entangled with the Xiling Marquis's Estate, that estate would have long since dispatched powerful experts to teleport to the Eastern Continent and contact Wu Zijian, leaving no chance for him and Wang Wu to come reaping merit and benefits today.
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