Chapter 62: Pig Head
On this day, martial artists in the regions of Kaiyang City and the Feng Family Fortress all received news: the three major factions—the Longevity Valley, the Netherworld Sect, and the Golden Cliff Temple—had officially entered the contest for the secret realm. They would jointly guard the gates of the realm, and within a radius of ten li of the portal, worldly martial artists were strictly forbidden to enter casually.
"Uncle, have you had lunch yet?" Ji Han smiled, a smile that came straight from the heart! Back when he returned home and lacked money for medical treatments, Ji Lie was the only one who had actively sent money to his family—something he only found out later after eavesdropping on a conversation between Ji Shan and others.
The camp of the southern Shandong soldiers was over ten minutes away from the central army headquarters. When Zhong Nan arrived, he discovered that the tent was filled entirely with military commanders, and his own commanding general, Shi Changting, was among them.
We responded and walked over—originally, I had intended to treat it merely as a game, but I never expected things to change shortly after.
Chaer remained silent for a long time, leaving Murong Qingran feeling somewhat distressed. Her aunt truly cherished her; judging from their time together today, everything her aunt did and said was entirely with her best interests at heart.
The battlefield situation changes in the blink of an eye and would not develop entirely according to the Ming army's preconceptions. In June, the main Japanese forces gradually approached Liangshan and Ungcheon; by the late of July, they had captured Sacheon, Namhae, and Gwangju, ultimately setting their sights on Namwon.
"Since you are courting death, I'll deal with you first!" Li Han's voice turned cold as the sword blades of both Amumu and the Malphite instantly shifted, directly preparing to take down the Prince first.
With wolves ahead, tigers behind, and countless difficulties in between, for the first time, he felt powerless, exhausted in both body and mind. Even though he knew the imperial throne was not an easy seat to occupy, he still felt utterly drained.
As Mo Song slipped into the tent, a ripple—as if existing yet non-existent—diffused outward, and immediately after, the tent and the staircase vanished along with Mo Song.
Zhang Rui was so angry she felt her heart twinge. Knowing she was in danger, she had tried to see if she could get on the good side of Qu Xiaoxiao and have the latter pull her up.
"I'm saying, who goes to a freeloading meal where the boss personally comes out to greet them? Boss Kuang must be busy anyway, and since I'm thick-skinned, I'll just wander around." Tu Mei'er giggled, making Yang Fengxiu's face flush slightly warm. The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked along the mountain path.
"Look, my palms sweat the moment I get nervous, and every time I get in the car, my mind goes blank. Sometimes I even forget to start the engine or shift gears," Hua Yuying said.
"There are no more. The rest are still in my pocket and haven't been pulled out yet," Xie Chunhua mumbled.
As for matters like tax evasion—though everyone was doing it—Liang Yifoi had never once considered it. He had already served enough prison time and would absolutely never leave behind such an obvious loophole and handle for any future competitors.
Actually, that hook-bladed saber wasn't much to speak of; the crucial threat came from those two purple-black daggers, which had already inflicted numerous wounds on Wuwei.
Yu Sheng cast a displeased glance at Yu Hao, having nothing much to say since this was Du Jiaran's own romantic affair.
She reached out and swiped it away with a crude motion; had Yu Sheng not kept a firm grip, it would have been knocked clean to the floor.
Logically speaking, at a meeting of this level, the participants were all figures of great power and high status. Even if they couldn't remain entirely unfazed by a crumbling mountain, they could generally manage to keep their emotions hidden.
From afar, we caught sight of the spacecraft formation on the monitor. It was time for us to make our move.
Tap, tap, tap—the sound of footsteps ascending the wooden building was exceptionally clear. Yu Sheng had not been sitting on the sofa for long before she welcomed Ye Jingxing back.
Listening to the whispering beside his ear, Tutor Yan's pupils dilated slightly, gradually tinged with confusion and a hint of coldness, appearing both puzzled and astonished.
The three of them had not been gone long before the departing guard brought a ragged, disheveled man into the living room. After delivering the person, the guard bowed and withdrew.
When the disciples of the lower tier heard that Sun Haochi was making culinary dishes capable of boosting cultivation realms, they all gathered around not long after, numbering in the hundreds.
The roaring sound grew louder and louder, and Arthur vaguely caught sight of a human figure flickering in and out of the continuously rolling dust and mist.
"Sister Qianyu, do you have plans this afternoon? If you're free, stay for dinner before heading back. We hunted a few large wild boars earlier, and the meat is top-notch and incredibly flavorful. I guarantee you'll want more after trying it," Bai Qi said.
The colorful Lady Amherst's pheasant had indeed felt a slight urge to eat when it first caught the aroma. Seeing Bai Qi extend a warm invitation, it immediately walked over to have a taste. The flavor was indeed wonderful—far more delicious than any insects it had ever eaten.
After all, life is given only once, and once extinguished, it is gone forever. If Xiao Xiao had merely shouldered his own life, he naturally wouldn't be so sensitive to the matter. However, in his philosophy, aside from Xue Luan, people like Huo Yiyao, Ding Qing, Ye Ling, Bai Yiqin, Han Ranyao, and Zhuge Longling had already died.
Feng Jiujiang stretched her arms and rubbed her drowsy eyes. This nap had been quite restful, but after getting off the plane, she discovered that she had booked the wrong destination when purchasing her ticket.
He now understood that a gap still existed between his strength and that of this fellow; therefore, the most sensible strategy at present was to escape. As long as he kept his life, he needn't worry about seeking revenge. He believed in his own talent and potential, and someday, he would make this fellow understand the terror of facing death.
Just looking at the nearly 20-centimeter-long lower beak beneath the Assassin Bug King's head—as sharp as a steel thorn and fully capable of draining a normal person dry of blood—how could it not be terrifying?
To be honest, at that moment, Shen Mojun was truly moved by Chen Qingyang. Whether Chen Qingyang was overestimating his own capabilities or acting on a momentary impulse, the fact that he dared utter those words proved that he genuinely cared about her.
In fact, even if Wenren Yuhao hadn't said anything, Zhou Xinyi would certainly take good care of Gao Fei while by his side, absolutely ensuring no further harm came to him.
She treated the Demon Lord just as she always had. But the Demon Lord was no longer the Demon Lord of the past.
Crossing half the court, Xu Feng immediately let fly a three-pointer. Having just gone through the Three-Point Contest, his shooting touch was at its absolute peak. The moment he released the ball, it swished straight through the net, finally scoring 3 points for the domestic players' team and drawing cheers from the entire arena of fans.
"It's nothing! It's just that the wind is strong, and my eyes hurt a bit!" Ai Ruyao shivered all over, refusing no matter what to admit she had been crying, though her hoarse voice betrayed her emotions.
A primeval tech-beast with three lives possessed capabilities that went without saying. As for its other beast skills, they would likely have to be comprehended gradually; it was impossible to master them all while still a cub. That hanging-by-a-thread resilience was probably an innate trait present from the moment the three-tailed beast was born rather than something learned.