Chapter 56: An Accident (Part 16)

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However, this possibility was slim. It was known that when the Li family patriarch pursued Zhang Hai, he was at least in his forties or fifties, indicating his talent was likely average. As the sun set in the west, Empress Yu, strolling with others in the imperial garden, used changing clothes as an excuse to escort Chang Ning back to Fengyan Palace. Then he tried to bite into a fruit, but it seemed more eager than him; the moment it touched his lips, it transformed into a streak of purple light that pierced into Walrid’s stomach. Yet this gave him immense courage and motivation to resolve the “poisonous track” threat, so that no more children like Xuanxuan would suffer harm from the adult world. This humble meeting room seemed to have its own seating protocol: at the front sat a monk in robes and the Western sage Constantine. Yet neither spoke, waiting silently for something. Lin Zifu did not wish to delay; the herbs delivered a few days ago had yet to be sorted, and today she had to return to attend to them. The herdsman pointed remotely toward Apricot Blossom Village, mentioned in the “Hundred Weapons Mirror” by Baixiao Sheng, in the thirty-second chapter, seemingly before the dance of Huang Shang’er in the carriage. Suddenly, the evil cultivator in midair spun around, chanting incantations and forming bizarre seals with his hands, striking a palm toward Bi Youhan. Bi felt a gust of wind as a massive black tiger charged, encircled by a coiling dragon—an awe-inspiring display of tiger’s roar and dragon’s cry. Through the windshield, a bearded Middle Eastern man, seemingly young, was seen driving a white pickup truck, his eyes filled with madness. “Next time I’ll rent somewhere else; no way am I staying here again,” Tian Ge silently muttered. The portly policeman barely had time to react before he was lifted into the air and slammed against the wall beside Li An with a heavy thud. “As your maternal uncle, I have no objections,” Wang Guoliang said, handing me the original document and folding the copy, placing it into Wang Fang’s handbag. Thus, for over a century, whether official or popular reflections on the Jiawu War largely labeled the Beiyang Fleet’s officers and soldiers as “incompetent.” Magic fired through the “gun barrel” was far easier to control than casting by hand, and the addition of a red dot sight facilitated aiming, making it easier to compensate for the slow flight speed of magic projectiles.

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True brothers need no many words; they silently prepare everything for you when you most need them. Dong Dong now had nothing to say; he had thought it was a scheme but found genuine sincerity instead. If it were the past, Malen would have unreservedly come to save Zhou Zihao, but now he wished to leverage his resources to find someone capable of solving his problem. The Orion Mercenary Corps, following Li An’s orders, had all gone into hiding. Now that even they knew about this matter, it seemed he had indeed become quite prominent. At quarter past nine, Li Changkong dragged his weary body into the pharmacy, carrying three boxes of ginseng. “Why didn’t you say that the men wanting to pursue you could stretch all the way to the Mediterranean?” Xiao Chen laughed lightly, then swallowed a fish ball in one bite. A white orb of light hurriedly fled from the white-robed elder’s body. Feng Fan pointed his right hand at the flying sword, which sliced straight into the orb. After a piercing scream, the white light was utterly extinguished. “No, no! I’ll definitely give it to you tomorrow,” Mao San struggled, but the red-haired man held him firmly, pressing the spoon down. Feng Fan searched carefully, inquiring, but to no avail; he felt some disappointment—deep-sea titanium was indeed hard to obtain. Gazing at the walls inscribed with the Five Elements Mysterious Ring, Feng Fan’s soul was deeply moved; he had not expected this spiritual treasure to have such effects. Had the black-robed elder’s soul not attacked his divine sense, the treasure would not have retaliated. “Brother Ye, this bastard refuses to speak no matter how we beat him. I say, just kill him,” San threw down his whip fiercely. Throughout the journey, they mostly traveled by carriage; apart from her, Su Ming and the others did not ride horses. “Nonsense, if not now, then when?” Li Changkong, bruised and disoriented, scrambled to his feet, stretched his limbs to check for injuries, found none, then picked up the Asebaru and ran off toward the distance. Under such grueling power, he released his aura, attempting to intimidate the Yuan Stone Mountains with his presence.

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Lu Tianyu was deeply embarrassed, unsure how to respond to Ina; did she truly see him as such a hypocrite? After being smoked and roasted by Ximen Qing, these three bear paws should no longer rot or breed maggots, allowing him to take them down the mountain tomorrow to prepare a delicacy. The suitor had hit a dead end with the prefect Cheng Wanli and, helpless, had to relay the message to Dong Ping. “Yes, as long as I can reach the position of Chancellor, I will help you govern Dali properly. Even if we attack Song, it will be a sure victory,” said the Demon Cloud Sage. “You Song people are so strange! You leave the prime meat untouched but eat the bear paws, which are scraps. But since you say ‘honey-glazed bear paws’ are a delicacy, when we go down the mountain, I’ll find the best honey and bear paws for you to cook a dish—how about that?” Tang Kuota lazily asked. The Ten Ghost Kings eagerly awaited Mo Yu’s arrival; they had not even returned to their lairs, instead choosing to lodge opposite the newly built Joint Guard barracks near the shrine. However, these student judges had never undergone such training; their psychological resilience was notably poor. Money made things easier: Tang Long found a rental broker and spent just half a day renting a serene large mansion in the eastern district of the outer city. After spending the last night at the Gao Yang main store, Ximen Qing and company moved into that independent estate. After confirming the mine veins with Shi Yong and Yan Qing, Ximen Qing planned to petition the Jin emperor, his father-in-law Wanyan Aguda, for the land. “I am one of China’s top martial arts masters—why should I fear a cross-dressing freak like you?” “Ha, just know this: they are like Thor, capable of giving Loki a good thrashing,” Tony said, tidying his clothes, removing most dirt, though the rips caused by dragging on the ground remained. Naturally, as a people's police officer, he had no chance to access the TV station’s backstage, let alone such an extravagant gala as the Spring Festival Gala. So upon arriving backstage, he was filled with curiosity and kept looking around; if not for official duties, he probably would have joined the crowd gawking everywhere.