Volume 1, Chapter 164: Call Them Here and Let Me Hear It

He could not bring himself to say something so unconcerned and provoking as, "Go ahead and report it then."
In truth, Zhou Jingdu was indeed unconcerned.
Only—
Such words were far too hurtful.
Shen Zhaowu could not always remain at a disadvantage.
It was time to let her taste a bit of sweetness.
A meaningful smile played at the corners of Zhou Jingdu's lips. He opened his exceptionally long arms and said, "Shen Zhaowu, would you like to come and give me a hug?"

For safety's sake, after discussing it with his sister, Zheng Kai decided to simply boil water and meat to eat rather than stir-frying dishes. He had expected the chubby fellow to be picky and pull a long face, but to Zheng Kai's astonishment, Zhang Yang ate a full three-person portion of food all by himself.

On their side, although Old Man Kang possessed formidable strength, he could only unleash it briefly for a couple of moves. As for Zhuang Zheng, Zhou Hong, and their subordinate constables and assistants, their strength was not particularly high, making it still somewhat insufficient to confront White Tiger Mountain.

The two of them slowly descended, and Li Hongru retrieved his sword back into his storage ring. Given his current level of cultivation, dealing with Chan Master Dao Fa did not even require him to resort to a weapon.

As Lei Bin grabbed me by the neck, I instantly found it somewhat difficult to breathe, but when I caught sight of his other hand, a sense of despair washed over me.

"As for why the Yan family didn't send anyone, it's because the Yan family has no descendants left to carry on the lineage."

After entering Anqing City, Li Zicheng received another piece of news. When Zuo Liangyu retreated eastward along the river, he had coerced all the civilian laborers and scattered soldiers on both banks into his army, and thoroughly plundered both sides of the river clean.

Moreover, while the formidable Elder Yue III had departed, an equally formidable Yun Zhonghe had arrived instead, and Yang Gongdu was no match for him either.

A soft, milky voice came from within the divine tree space, echoing through the desolate Fusang Divine Realm that lacked even a trace of human presence, making it seem somewhat noisy.

In a daze, two days quietly slipped away. Chu Han changed into a fresh set of clothes, took out that ball of pre-mixed cyan-red mud, and a trace of black ghostly light flashed across his body—this was the first tier of the Concealing Spirit Secret Art, Breath Suppression.

He still dared to play the intimacy card. However, if he thought that this address of "Brother Ye" would make Mo Qiongyan hold back, he was entirely mistaken.

People were talking of little else regarding the Prince of Pingyuan in every street and alley, and the entire capital was paying close attention to this matter, wondering how it would ultimately turn out.

"Will you keep me or not?" What kind of attitude was the foreman displaying? Wasn't this a blatant attempt to sow discord between him and the foreman? Besides, when settling accounts, Wang Yuancai had actually deducted wages, causing Old Lao Liu to argue with him for half a day. Yet Wang Yuancai stubbornly insisted that the few of them had been sitting under the wall resting and slacking off, and according to their agreement, deductions had to be made.

"Alright then, I just wanted to check on you, and seeing that you can still be this silly sets my mind at ease. Drop by for a visit when you have time, I'm quite idle all day anyway," Lu Manman prepared to hang up the phone.

"Qiyue, I'll just ask you this once: in your heart, have you ever had even the slightest place for me?" Even if he existed in just the tiniest fraction, he would be content.

Leaving the Spirit-Access Immortal City, the official road was very wide, mostly flanked by farmland on both sides, with rolling mountain ranges in the distance. There was a steady stream of pedestrians coming and going, alongside an endless procession of horses and cargo wagons. Occasionally, one could even catch sight of some immortals hurrying on their journeys.

She leaned limply against the backrest of the off-road vehicle, watching Mo Xiuyuan drive with a refreshed and carefree air as they departed from the tropical rainforest.

However, the primary culprit, Zhi Shang, had already died beneath his knife, leaving him with nowhere to vent his overwhelming wave of grief and wrath.

Upon hearing Wang Hong's words, I paid attention to Butcher Zhang, and a shock ran through my heart at that moment. Butcher Zhang was still shouting and hollering, but his words had already become incoherent. His body was bobbing up and down in the water; every time he surfaced, it lasted less than a second before he sank back down. I knew something was terribly wrong—it had to be the water monkey acting up again.

Huazhou and the Western Regions were connected by three strategic passes: Jiyun Pass, Zhenshan Pass, and Jingmen Pass. This time, the Western Regions coalition forces had launched a three-pronged attack, and all three passes had fallen. After recovering the lost territory, Yang Xiangliang rebuilt the three passes, and the Anxi Protectorate stationed three thousand guards at each pass. Currently, all three passes were closed for reconstruction, and trade routes remained blocked.