Chapter 246: The Aftermath of the Incident

Another loophole was the sugar cubes in the conference room. Commander Muto had used six in total, and Aoki Aoyoshi had used two. With three rows of five making fifteen in total, there should have been seven left, but now seven were missing. If anyone were to pursue this matter, it would become Kenji Doihara's problem. This was Chen Jiehua's final strike left for Kenji Doihara, to be used as circumstances required.

Following internal discussions and consultations with the Muto family, the Army General Staff decided that Muto Nobuyoshi's body—

Seeing Cao Cao hold him in such high regard and lavish him with praise, Sun Jian truly felt overwhelmingly honored. He hurriedly responded with modesty, unaware, however, that Cao Cao was speaking of future events, and speaking the absolute truth.

An incense burner sat before the old woman, emanating a bizarre scent that carried a hint of blood combined with fragrance.

Although Chen Jin was smiling, the Blondie felt a chill run through his entire body, as if some terrible misfortune was about to befall him.

The black iron pillar, already on the verge of destruction, struggled in the sea of lightning for a moment before turning into a cloud of fine ash. Meanwhile, the dark robe worn by the original medicine granny flashed with brilliant flowing lights, and waves of divine radiance blocked the thunder outside her body.

Previously, she seemed to have seen this young man as well... This young man appeared to have escorted Xia Fangyuan home once before.

At this moment, there were less than five days left until the seven-day deadline mentioned by Manman—to be precise, exactly four and a half days.

Zhang Mingyang nodded, various figures flashing through his mind. They were all renowned cultivators within the Great Yan Nation, but he didn't know much about Tang Shan himself, let alone his social network.

However, the strength of these two was indeed somewhat superior to that of Weiss Lee. At times, against certain attacks from them, even Chen Jin had to temporarily evade their sharp edge, not daring to completely rely on his physical body to withstand them head-on.

Having finished their prayers, each held a banner and dispersed, occupying the eight cardinal and ordinal directions to execute Daoist arts, preparing to sever the spiritual veins.

"Bimawen" sounded somewhat grating to the ear, but after all, it was equivalent to a fifth-rank official in ancient times, similar to the Imperial Horse Directorate of the Ming Dynasty, responsible for the horses in the imperial stables.

Bathed in the flickering firelight, the dungeon at night felt even more gloomy and bone-chilling than during the day.

He seemed to have been searching for an exit all along, but could never find one. When I woke up, it was already noon the next day. Jing Rong was lying beside me, sleeping peacefully. The wind blowing in from outside the window gently drifted his long hair forward, and I felt a slight sense of reassurance.

Yet suddenly, she pressed herself against me. Although she was taller than I was, she accommodated me by lowering her head, and then took a deep breath against my body, saying, "Mom's scent is really so sweet. I wish I could stay by your side forever, but that's impossible, because..." When she raised her head, half of her face seemed to be scorched and was emitting wisps of smoke.

"Utterly preposterous!" Murong Xuan furrowed his brows deeply and turned around. Peter was utterly dumbfounded, completely unaware of which sentence he had said wrong. It was the first time he had ever seen Murong Xuan lose his temper, and he immediately lowered his head. At any rate, speaking less at a time like this was definitely the right choice.

Of course, there were also some stones bearing traces of fractures—clearly left behind from the battles of those years.

Knowing that Yu Chuchu could not leave looking like that, she came up with a proper plan and successfully sent her out.

Fortunately, due to the nature of his mission, Number Zero was able to receive some information. The Resurrection Alliance had indeed had an encounter with Wang Ruoxue and her group. As for the outcome, one could easily tell from the continuous string of warning alarms: the Resurrection Alliance had suffered a heavy defeat.

"Is my attitude not clear enough?" Shen Muqian's voice was deep, his gaze fixed on Yu Chuchu's eyes as he stared intently back at her.

Why was it that only a short while after Young Master Qi left, the young master's cold temperament had managed to make Ziwei cry? Just now, she had tears hanging at the corners of her eyes and a frightened expression on her face. It was only after Young Master Qi endlessly coaxed her gently and promised to go scold Young Master Shui that she finally stopped.