111 War 2

Seeing Ma Hu beaten half to death, the Saint Envoy’s expression turned instantly grim. Ma Hu was his subordinate, after all, and this young Soul King had shown him absolutely no respect. However, upon considering the other’s identity, the Saint Envoy could only unclench his fists and silently swallow his indignation.

Yue Ying, however, was not entirely unprepared. She carried the Yin Stone of the Yin Soul-Snatcher with her; due to their follower pact, she could share certain powers with it, including the ability to channel the Yin Stone to absorb ghosts and any fire spirits that might exist.

“Have you heard? Prime Minister Ji and the Emperor have had a disagreement over the matter of the Eldest Princess.”

“You can find them by sending your men to search among the Yellow Turban rebels,” the System replied without hesitation.

Yuan Qian’s lips curled into a smile. With dainty steps, she moved forward twice, appearing within Lu Youyou’s line of sight.

“Meng Qian, search your conscience. From the beginning until now, have you handled a single thing regarding this café?”

The King of Dongying was deeply wary of Qingshi. Even after severing his tendons, he still dispatched over twenty warriors to keep them under guard.

After receiving their orders, the second and third brothers headed straight for the municipal compound. They walked along laughing and chatting, looking polished and handsome with an air of refinement, appearing just like the sons of two high-ranking officials from within the compound.

Feng Bai lost consciousness even before Mu Han did, and from beginning to end, he remained unaware that another group even existed.

“Staying in the classroom is just waiting for death, but going out is seeking it! I don’t want to. Why don’t you find A-Zhe to go with you!” I pleaded.

Zhou Xiaoxiao glanced around. Seeing that Zhao Lin and the others were busy getting food, she leaned in to tell me she wanted to go out tonight and asked if I could accompany her. I found it strange and asked why—was she thinking of going to an internet café again?

By now, the corpses had been mostly consumed, and the zombies turned their attention toward the survivors, including Yi Shanyue and the others.

To him, this fierce and menacing older brother felt as if he might devour him at any moment.

“Haha, it’s hard to experience this kind of excitement in real life; you should just be happy about it,” the Spicy Stick Godfather laughed.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Cong Yi lunged at the food like a starving tiger, devouring it greedily. His table manners caused Ya Yi to cover her mouth and laugh.

I cursed under my breath. After practicing two sets of Extreme Fist, I went back to wash up.

“So far?” Hua Shuqi, not entirely grasping how far “two hundred li” really was, blurted out.

“Hehe!” Cong Yi flashed a wicked smile at the Dark Angel. The Dark Angel felt a sense of foreboding and couldn’t help but gulp.

“Ten thousand troops... how stingy... but it’ll have to do!” Cong Yi, appearing somewhat arrogant, shoved the check into his pocket and took the token given to him by the Pope to the barracks to requisition his men.

Even if Hua Shuqi were reluctant to explain for Yun Shan, she couldn’t help but think: If the Strange Flower Valley possessed such wealth, why would the Valley Master be plotting to harm others and wandering the pugilistic world looking like neither human nor ghost?

Simple sweet potatoes, filled with purity and beauty, have sustained so many proud and upright souls. They dance in the pond, but in truth, they reside in the heart—unbroken by rain, unbowed by wind. Like a dragonfly, I lost myself in that lush green, wings fluttering, forgetting that autumn had arrived, forgetting the sentiments that bloom in such a season.

Within the branch family, Zhang Zichen needed to clarify one thing first: was he truly Zhang Ying’s older brother?

Locals call it the “Strong-Pole Fish,” implying that after eating it, a man’s “flagpole” becomes much firmer.

Ignoring the manager’s desperate pleas, Han Zeli dialed the front desk directly, ordering them to call up the security guards to throw the manager out.

Luo Xuan intended to head to the lair of those mountain bandits today to find medicinal herbs, local produce, and game to trade for cash.

Bae Joo-hyun didn’t know how to explain to Jiang Yiyang that she hadn’t actually slept in, but it was impossible to keep sleeping. Seeing how late it had become, she exchanged a few words with him before going off to tidy her clothes and prepare for a bath.

Although Jiang Chen was covered in wounds, his eyes remained clear and bright. There was no trace of panic, only the courage of one who does not fear death.

Li Heng smiled. He could sense many auras approaching, several of which were locked onto him with enough power to threaten him—likely the forbidden weapons of the Multiverse Alliance.

In this game, Imperial Concubine Zhao was the best blade Lian Zheng could wield. Placing the Empress under house arrest proved he was pushed to his limit; otherwise, he would have shown more concern for Lian Qiao, who was still in the Southeast.

Imagine a girl holding an “iron rice bowl” marrying a commune member who uses an iron hoe to till the earth.

A combat power of 2,500 was nearing the threshold of a War King; combat at this level was completely different from that at 1,000 or 1,500.

But clearly, Mo Chuxin had not realized this, nor had she realized she had become the imagined rival of her own junior.

The fire burned for less than a quarter of an hour before all the birds and beasts unfortunate enough to be caught in the Fire Phoenix’s flames were reduced to ash.

In the sky, Chi Yuan laughed, “King Jinyang, I’m no commander; I’m merely helping with the coordination.”

He Mu sat down slowly, watching the dust in the distance while pulling a vacuum-packed snack from his bag to shove into his mouth.

“This is the Nirvana Pill my father gave me. It’s for survival. No matter how severe the injury, as long as there is a breath left, taking it won’t fully heal you, but it will mend the majority of the damage. You must keep it safe,” Mu Xiangwan said, explaining the pill’s purpose with great solemnity.

A disheveled man arrived at the door, his beard unkempt, hair greasy, nose hairs visible, and worst of all, he radiated a pungent odor of body odor that even his flashy clothes couldn't mask.

Though the formation could trap the direction of Qingliu’s internal energy impact, it could not control its immense power. As Qingliu’s energy continued to bite like a fierce tiger, blood began to seep from the corners of his mouth.

Noticing this new fan, Anna said softly, “Thank you for the gift, brother,” then performed a cover of the song he requested and sent him her WeChat ID in a private message.

Hua Tao pushed the door open, feeling sullen, as a string of wind chimes hanging above rang out crisply.

Cao Mo stood there incoherently for a long while before slowly regaining his senses. Gasping for air, he realized he had been scared enough to wet his pants, and was hit by a wave of intense humiliation.

Seeing that action was finally imminent, Yan Chuheng grew excited. “Are we doing a night raid? Do we have a target? Can you tell me what’s actually going on?” he asked in a rapid-fire succession.