Chapter 39

"Go on, do your best!" The coppersmith gave Li Xu a push from behind his shoulder and urged him in a low voice.

"This money, I cannot take it..." Lin Mohan shook his head. Although Chen Banknote had gotten the money, it was not so easy to spend. After all, money of this sort carried risks. Winning five hundred thousand meant the other party would harbor resentment and might retaliate against you because of it.

"Lord, the Khalkha cavalry have already charged, heading straight for the Ming army's right wing," Yang Xiong said in a loud voice.

"The God of Light is bullshit, the God of Darkness is mighty!" Another chilly voice rang out. Long Yu turned his head again to see an old man in black sacrificial robes appearing behind the black-clad warrior, staring with murderous intent at the old man in white.

The collision of their two forces had brought them to their weakest state, yet the finger of the heavens parted them, snatched them up alive with a wave of a hand, and brought them right before him.

"My Lord." At that moment, a mighty-looking middle-aged general walked over; who else could it be but Hou Shilu?

"Are you alright!" At this moment, Lin Mohan and Grandma Lin came out and looked at Chen Banknote with concern.

Qing Yan understood Baili Bing's feelings; both of them were worrying about each other. Touched inwardly, her expression softened considerably. Yu Hai breathed a secret sigh of relief. Actually, it was he who had implored Baili Bing to come to the Central Plains to broaden her horizons. Originally, according to Yu Bo's intention, he was supposed to accompany Li Qingtian to Mount Heng.

Long Yufan went to find Huang Zeping to arrange some matters. The headquarters of Xianglong Group was in Haijiang City, so there were more affairs to arrange here. Long Yufan was busy all night and only rested at the Firebird Club in the early hours of the morning. At four o'clock in the morning, Long Yufan boarded his own helicopter and rushed toward the capital.

Whether it was the Japanese who had just been sitting around laughing and chatting, or Ye Qingrou, or the people dining around them, all of them stopped, looking at this side in astonishment. The entire cafeteria fell into complete silence, where the dropping of a needle could be heard.

The next day, Zeng Guofan and Liu Changyou were accompanying Zuo Zongtang for breakfast when a personal soldier, leading a servant-like person, burst frantically into the dining hall.

"Lanor seems to know something, but he doesn't seem to want to tell us..." Cassius said.

"You few, help act as referees. No making things difficult for him, just handle it as it should be done!" Gao Lin said sternly to the few men behind him.

"Come out, don't force me." The aunt was completely enraged, and the surrounding atmosphere had a freezing sensation. A cold draft hissed through the air.

"Just the two of you?" Guo Nianfei looked at An'an with a teasing expression. An'an was wearing a grey sportswear outfit, yet her flawless figure was accentuated to absolute perfection by it.

However, just as he lifted his foot, a voice like a muffled thunderclap resounded in the ears of the five men.

Yet Zeng Guofan did not immediately submit a memorial to the imperial court; he needed to select the naval commander first. Peng Yulin was naturally one of his prime candidates.

In order to completely annihilate the main force of the Tang official army and safeguard his own position, the Tiger-Flying Fiend dug tunnels on Monster Mountain, preparing to use tunnel warfare tactics to launch surprise attacks and continuously harass the official army camp so they could never sleep in peace. By doing so, he aimed to wear down the combat effectiveness of the official army, seize the right moment, and rout them in one fell swoop.

Treading softly, I returned to the room, quietly packed my belongings, and carrying the phoenix lamp, climbed out of the window. The lamplight illuminated the bluestone path and gradually vanished into the night.

The moment Ji Danheng heard that Tang Yuzhu wanted to join him in leading the stage play, he agreed without a second thought. Since they were going to start an anime club, having experience in leading a troupe was essential. By running the school club's stage play alongside them, he could gather experience and improve his own stagecraft.

The people around were also submissive, wearing expressions of wanting to speak—curious yet not daring to ask too many questions.

Among them were perhaps quite a few of Li Qingshan's acquaintances, but to her, everything regarding Li Qingshan took precedence, even if she were to be blamed by him afterward, she would not regret it.

Lin Baozhi knew this money could not be declined. Lowering her head, she stopped speaking, her clear eyes gradually moistening.

Immediately afterward, absorbing Jiang Fan's battle qi, the Flaming Dragon Sword radiated a blinding golden light that pierced the man's eyes, forcing him to shut them.

Amidst the rising steam, Li Qingshan held a blue jade wine cup, soaking in a pool built of white jade, and let out a long breath.

The Skysweeping Locust King's sharp mandibles bit down hard, snapping a chain with a resounding crash. The momentum of the broken chain lashed out at Propping Heaven Peak, turning countless buildings into ruins with debris flying across the sky.

The once arrogant heads were all lowered, gazing at the ground before their toes, not daring to shift their gaze even a fraction.

Lin Fei held the Staff of Ruling like a huge iron pillar, smashing it down continuously. At first, the azure phoenix didn't mind, but as the blows accumulated, it could no longer hold out.

After exchanging a few words with Monk Naruse, Takigawa Hikaru slowed her pace and drifted over to the side of Hoshimi and Senzemi, who had fallen behind.

At this moment, Su Che had already formed some judgment. Everything here was neither real nor illusory, but a combination of illusion and reality.

The faint fragrance, resembling the scent of hormones, made the already muzzy Hu Wanli see yellow sparks flashing in his eyes.

As soon as these words were spoken, Erzhuzi gave the middle-aged man a disdainful look, then turned and followed the two men from earlier.

Shirking work, fearing trouble, devoid of a sense of shame, obsessed with eating and drinking, and constantly repeating, "A gentleman is naturally not required to engage in physical labor"—these are the base scholars of the Ziyou faction.

To be honest, after what had just happened, she was also somewhat afraid, fearing that the hooligan might still be lurking in some dark corner, waiting for her to be alone.

Looking at these choices, beads of cold sweat involuntarily formed on Su Che's forehead. Even knowing the course of history, contemplating these options still made him somewhat hesitant.

Tangbao, having received more goodwill and a lollipop, immediately felt her mood brighten. Indeed, some people were simply lacking in manners, and she had encountered plenty of them. Yesterday's bedtime story had also taught her to live every day happily.

Under the current circumstances, Wu Ling's medical skills were just about sufficient. After all, she possessed genuine competence and was not going around swindling people here.