Chapter 69: Refugees Return Home

On the evening of the second day, three hundred soldiers of the Vanguard Army had already assembled. Under the command of Zhang Liao, they pressed forward toward Henan Prefecture, each man leading four horses, cloaked in the darkness of night.

After riding tirelessly through one night and one day, they finally arrived at Henan Prefecture on the evening of the third day.

“Brothers, remember your mission. From now on, disperse and operate independently,” Zhang Liao looked at the three hundred riders behind him and gave the order to disband.

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Jiajia and Ye Yihan, tightly covering their mouths, hid behind Nangong Fei, clinging to her arms on either side.

Dongmei had no money, but she had grain, so she proposed to families with scrap vehicles that she would exchange grain for cars, promising a better deal than selling the vehicles for scrap metal.

“Cheng Zhen! You were so fierce with me just now—don’t blame me for this! I never really meant for you to be my mentor!” Li Jingjing spoke out, secretly adding in her heart, “But I truly want you to be my boyfriend!”

Kui Meng, nearly choked with rage, led them to rendezvous with the two waiting Wuling tribesmen. Guided by the tribesmen, they endured hardship and exhaustion, finally reaching the tribe before nightfall.

Even though they were about to join the Allied League, since they hadn’t yet, they couldn’t be counted as members. It was already hard enough to tolerate their careless mistakes; demands like these were nothing short of ‘cutting to the heart’—who could endure it?

Before the conversation was finished, Cheng Zhen hurriedly ended the call and sent a voice message to Qin Xiao on WeChat.

Thanks to Tian Yu’s introduction, Li Mou and Kui Meng gained a certain understanding of the world’s strongest lineage of martial warriors.

Upon receiving word that Guan Yu’s camp might be making a move, Xu Huang immediately assembled his troops and marched out to investigate.

Mu Wanqing had just told him that the girl was visiting the capital for the first time, and asked him to take her out for a tour.

Struck by a sudden impact, Lou Xingchang’s thoughts returned to the present. “What’s wrong?” His voice was gentle—so gentle it hardly seemed to come from a man.

After pitching their tents, they gathered around the campfire, lying side by side on the lawn, gazing up at the sky.

An Zhixia looked at the Tang Corporation’s stock price curve on her computer screen, smiled slightly, and clicked to purchase some shares.

As Li Mingyu’s free kick soared, the Kosovo goalkeeper already began moving toward the left side of the goal.

A projector cast the image clearly onto the screen, allowing everyone to see each detail with clarity.

Thus, a healthy social disposition is greatly beneficial, whether interacting with people or animals.

No matter what happens, one must remain calm—never let emotions take control. One must learn to master them.

Li Ziling and Wang Huixin, naturally, did not leave, as they were prepared to take on the responsibility of escorting Su Jiuyia back to her dormitory.

Although Xiao Yi had not instructed him directly, Chen Ping acted on his own initiative. He had spent the past two days observing every member of the team, assessing their level of recognition of Xiao Yi.

“It’s simple. They’re childhood sweethearts, lovers from the start. If it weren’t for you, Boss Zhu, interfering, the two would already be living together as a couple,” Su Qingqian said sympathetically, looking at the pair of star-crossed lovers.

Just now, having been penalized for a fake fall and already holding a Yellow Sapphire War God card, he thought: if he got another for celebrating by taking off his shirt, he’d become a laughingstock.

A master from the Jinmo Camp pushed open the door and entered. “Luan Fei, the Second Prince asked me to tell you something…” He relayed Chu Zhong’an’s words exactly, then plunged a dagger into the table and turned to leave.

Inside the coffin, Ye Chen couldn’t help but glance at the Ghost-Suppressing Spear beside him. At last, he understood why he couldn’t lift it—because he could never “forget” the Ghost-Suppressing Spear.

Zheng Xinghuai knew the room was for guests to wash their hair and that what he sought wouldn’t be inside. He headed straight to the counter, hoping to find the key to the basement.