Chapter 57

Looking at the vegetable patch, Wu Liang nodded with satisfaction. Picking up the hoe on the ground, he walked over to the field and began swinging the hoe steadily and patiently. After taking a full week, a paddy field of about one mu in area had basically taken shape.

Mage Xiao's ray once again pierced Tier's heart. Tier retreated back to the stone pillar, but Rogessan's personal guards could not withstand this sword and were severely wounded.

Guo Wei had already been camping outside Tongguan for more than a month, without even a tentative attack. He simply gazed at Tongguan from afar as if it had already been captured. But in reality, there were still ten thousand soldiers inside Tongguan, yet Guo Wei looked at them as if they were nothing.

"We of the Danyun Sect agree to your request!" Lan Yutian, the master of the Danyun Sect dressed in white robes and looking to be around thirty years old, said with a calm expression after communicating via voice transmission with one supreme elder after another.

Allowing the rainwater to stream wildly down his cheeks, Liu Bian slowly loosened his clenched fists, looking back at the rows of red-lacquered lamellar armor in the pouring rain, and the tall, sturdy horses breathing out white mist.

Many machine gunners were still lying wounded on the ground, worse off than fat pigs. At least a fat pig could still run a few steps, while they could only lie or sit, stretching out their necks like lambs to the slaughter.

Zhao Kuangyin understood Zong Xin all too well. If not for him, Murong Yanchan would still be a mediocre tool who only knew how to play with power politics, and would never have stepped forward to help Liu Chengyou attack Tongguan, and nothing of this would have happened.

Every corner of the prince's mansion was stark white, dazzling to the eyes, with an occasional sparrow pecking for food on the ground.

The ringing of the treasure grew louder and louder, until in the end it sounded like the tidal bore of Qiantang, with fierce waves crashing against the shore, one higher than the other. Along with the ringing, an awe-inspiring righteousness surged forth. Right now, the Qing Gate was surrounded, and Mingkong did not dare to let the slightest sound leak out, only increasing her mental power to maintain the unbroken barrier.

Qing Qing swallowed hard. Remembering the techniques she had read about online over the past few days, her face instantly blushed like an apple.

When Qing Qing opened her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling. She rubbed her eyes hard, opening and closing them. Sure enough, while she was asleep, Ji Wushuang had already brought her back.

"Why did we have to tell A'die about this?" Yuan Yuan finally finished massaging her neck and fluttered her wings into the air once more.

Gao Changgong's expression was as cold as frost, his ink-black eyes staring straight at that person, leaving no room for compromise in his words.

Because she lacked a father, she was always bullied by classmates at school and faced all kinds of cascading difficulties, but she had braved through them all with hardship and lived well until now.

The Wind-Driving Emperor suddenly remembered that time when she and Muye set up a trap to lure Chongqing, the military governor of the three northeastern prefectures, into rebellion. Wasn't she plunged into an unprecedented crisis back then?

Anya felt an extreme urge to vomit out of disgust as she wanted to push him away. After struggling several times, her wrist was still tightly gripped by Han Runcheng.

Zhao Enhao sat in the grand master's chair, resting his head on his elbows propped up on the table, and painfully pinched the bridge of his nose, which was throbbing dully from being furrowed too tightly.

At this moment, Mo Lihai was also shocked by Zhang Liao's sudden appearance, having clearly detected no one there previously.

Of course, whether Shu Ya truly believed in her heart that he had contributed effort was not something he could control.

Toward her elder sister, Jiang Li was extremely obedient. Upon hearing what her sister said, she commanded the colorful peacock to fly outward.

Although it felt a bit incredible, Fei Junshuai's heart was filled with great joy and a simultaneous sense of relief.

Within moments, a seventh-tier demon shrimp was defeated, its body torn apart, and its primordial spirit escaped.

After arranging for everyone, Fang Hua was struck by a sudden whim to go down and line up to see for himself, so that he could learn the true evaluations of Chinese Restaurant from these diners.

"Understood." After a long moment, a police officer snapped back to his senses and used a walkie-talkie to contact his superior and report the situation.

Ning Xiguang naturally did not care about the gossip and rumors; after all, it wasn't the first time she had been talked about for not having children.

Perhaps driven by Song Lingyun and Nangong Linglong, the divine and demonic lineages in the Primordial World were not restricted by bloodlines, allowing every descendant born to possess immense power. This naturally required consuming vast amounts of time and resources, resulting in a very small population.

Yet if he were truly driven to that point, he would never be willing. He and Megatron were cut from the same cloth, valuing their own lives above all else.

Yang Tianlong lay on the imperial bed while several imperial concubines waited upon him, from time to time feeding grapes and other fruits into his mouth.

Jake had no time to spare for the sharp pain shooting through him, as his opponent's blade shifted direction, using the residual momentum to slash toward his lower abdomen.

This stone suppressed this sea of consciousness world—this seemed to be an absolute truth. At least, ever since Uncle Chen first saw this stone, he had believed so.

Last night, he had hosted the gathering, handling food, drinks, and entertainment until the matter was settled, leaving him extremely satisfied.

Having had work experience once before, the three of them easily found a new job—handing out flyers.

If the White Wolf had learned the mountain ants' thoughts, it would certainly have been astonished. It never expected that in this magical world, which very likely harbored true gods, there would actually emerge a materialist who did not believe in gods. Even more unimaginative was that this materialist happened to be a fat and ugly goblin.

Mo Song's standard for walking randomly was simply: walk straight ahead, turn when you hit a wall, make arbitrary turns, and turn wherever looked pleasing to the eye.

He swore that no matter who had done this, he would make them pay the price and regret forever destroying his palace.

More Han soldiers swarmed over, and even crossbowmen aimed at Lü Bu, continuously shooting arrows. Lü Bu atop the Red Hare horse was practically a living target.

Of course, even Yuliuming himself had not expected that this caravan coming from the southern border would reach such a scale. It seemed that under his intentional patronage, Yi Shansi had made a fortune over the past two years.

Two hours later, Li Long finally let out a long breath as the demonic nature within his body was temporarily suppressed. However, he understood that once he returned to the Taixu Sect, he would have to enter seclusion; otherwise, once the temporarily suppressed demonic nature broke out again, it would be extremely difficult for him to resist. Once his rationality was controlled by the demonic energy, he would completely turn into a fiend.

As for Liao Shishan's subsequent pacification of the bandits, the bandits would tremble with fear just at the sight of him, a tale that became a favorite topic of conversation, spreading his fame even further.

Sun Xiang finally understood now. It turned out that Luan Ping had colluded with the enemy and been discovered by Huang Dongxuan, so he was forced to rebel whether he wanted to or not.

"The Luo River Formation, shift!" Following Fuxi's cry, the roaring waterfall suddenly transformed into a smooth, flowing river, continuously pounding against Hu Ao's body.

Ju Xun still had over a thousand men under his command, and the pursuers were hot on his heels, likely having set an ambush nearby long ago. Furthermore, other bandit gangs in the vicinity maintained a very good relationship with Ju Xun. Han Fengxian was already wounded, making it difficult for him to escape. Fortunately, not many of Ju Xun's men had seen Han Fengxian in person, and they still had to rely on token artifacts to identify and capture their targets.