55 Phantom Eye

However, what combat requires is not merely reacting when a sudden crisis occurs, but whether one makes the *correct* reaction at that very moment.

As soon as Liu Sanyong uttered these words, the weeping at the scene instantly ceased abruptly. These adults finally remembered why they were here—they were here to send their children away. Only by leaving this place could their children survive and grow up. In order to prevent their children from becoming a nuisance right from the start, these adults directly covered their mouths.

"Why is it inappropriate? Er-miao and I are husband and wife who have bowed to heaven and earth; there's no need to scruple about anything," Ji Xiaoxiao said.

Su Ye and Zhou Luoqing were in no rush, but Zhang Mingyi was. Indeed, it was Zhang Mingyi; whenever Su Ye was not in the office crafting cards, Zhang Mingyi would invariably bump into him by chance.

This Wild Fox Taro was truly different from ordinary people. As a commander, he should have been walking in the center, protected by everyone else, but instead, he went ahead to scout the path all by himself.

Looking at the game on the screen, Fang Zheng's previously joyful heart grew heavily burdened. Regardless of whether the people in the game were real or fake, his appearance made him a savior to them.

Only those who have truly witnessed such a scene can understand where that terror and cowardice stem from.

"Knowing full well that you possess such tricks, do you still think you can escape?" Mu Xingye and the Cloud Dragon King roared almost simultaneously.

For this reason, Third Master Shen even complained privately to the Duke of Dingguo, saying that Shen Cangcang's temper was getting worse by the day, and asking the Duke to properly keep her in line.

"Not at all, not at all. It's only lively when there are many people, I wouldn't have it any other way." Ding Er-miao smiled, bid farewell to Taoist Priest Yuqing once again, and accompanied Master Ji Jiuye and his disciple out of the Celestial Master Mansion.

Li Jin stayed in the Taiji Hall for a very, very long time, until the afternoon had nearly passed, before he finally stopped drinking.

Bing Ru took off her uniform jacket and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt underneath, revealing patches of bruises that were shocking to the eye.

If he was afraid that she would say something to Yan Hua, then she simply wouldn't speak of it anymore in the future, wouldn't that suffice?

Judging from Mo Liancheng's demeanor just now, his suspicions had been largely dispelled... but to say that all doubts were completely gone would be impossible.

Before long, the dishes were served, each one so appealing in color, aroma, and taste that it made one's mouth water.

Chu Suifeng glared fiercely at Feifei in exasperation. When he looked at Wen Li, the latter no longer dared to raise his head or speak, terrified of provoking another fit of anger.

"Here, here, look here, do you see this?" Feifei pointed to the hidden Huanran grass patterns on Ximen's cuffs, shoulders, and hemline for him to see.

*"Prepare a few more chairs; the stools in this room are probably not enough for the Chu family's concubines to sit on,"* she gestured.

After listening to the entire sequence of events, Liu Chenxi didn't say a single word. She simply lowered her head, though it was impossible to tell what she was thinking.

The fighting strength of this demonic beast soul was not weak, possessing eighty percent of its lifetime's strength, though its duration was short.

The complexions of Er Gouzi and his companions instantly changed. They looked around left and right, terrified that Ye Cheng's laughter would attract others. If anyone else discovered Ye Cheng, they wouldn't be able to escape either; and if Ye Cheng directly accused them of colluding with the enemy, they would all be utterly doomed.

The young man listens to the rain on the song tower, red candles dim in the embroidered bed curtains; the traveler listens to the rain in a lonely boat. The river is vast, the clouds hang low, and a solitary wild goose calls in the western wind.

Who was the Anti-Demon Army? In reality, they were merely ordinary players who had gathered on their own without any malicious intent. It was just that their gathering place posed too much of a threat to Xihua City, and coupled with the scale of their organization, it easily brought to mind associations with uprisings and riots.

Yan Ao's tone was extremely confident, and flames instantly surged all over his body, elevating the surrounding temperature significantly in a split second. Clearly, he was a fire-attribute cultivator.

In this world today, apart from the fellows of the Blood-Winged Clan, who else could be worthy of being called a birdman? It must be Wang Hao-ning leading the people of the Blood-Winged Clan here.

When the two fists collided, Ye Cheng's body trembled slightly, and the muffled groan was firmly suppressed in his throat, failing to escape.

With his mind preoccupied with the battle involving Shui Bingxuan and the others, Zhang Tianci had no time to ponder further on why he was cultivating, and his consciousness immediately returned to his main body. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Chiyou's physical body sprawled on the ground, already devoid of breath. With the soul extinguished, the physical body's vitality was instantly cut off.

Situ Feng still wore a smile as he looked at Yin Zhaotian and the others, as if yesterday's events had never happened at all. Upon seeing Situ Feng's expression, Lin Junyu stepped forward to teach him a lesson, but Yin Zhaotian held him back.

Luo Ping immediately put away the Xuantian Gate. As for Wu Feiying, she had already entered the Xuantian Gate, leaving only the six of them present.

Moreover, he had more than once believed that her relationship with the Dragon family, with Su Zhengqiu, and even with Liu Shimeng was unusual. Unfortunately, however, all of this remained mere conjecture for now.

Shaolibo sighed heavily. He didn't have the heart to scold them further; their loyalty was commendable, but they simply lacked brains. Forget it, let's talk after heading back.

During the Jingkang Incident in 1127, Yue Fei was only twenty-five years old. He entrusted his three children and his elderly mother, Yao, to his wife Liu, and went to enlist in the army once again. In times of war, with her husband away from home, life was indeed very hard for Lady Liu, who had to care for three children and an aging mother-in-law.

Within the pale golden circle, the many well-traveled young geniuses from various backgrounds finally understood what this was.

When she suddenly changed her attitude and held out her hand, Zhong Lingyu realized that he had overlooked the issue of sizing. He had casually bought a ring at a high price, only to find it completely useless—wasn't that utterly ridiculous? He looked at the shop assistant, who offered a wry smile, completely at a loss for words.

Mo Ren immediately walked up to Liu Yue to greet her, a flash of unusual brilliance crossing his otherwise calm eyes.