43 Sapling

Had Han Guang taken a fancy to Xue Lingyun, she would not have remained here. Therefore, Yang Mao firmly clung to his own conviction.

He had expected the long-haired man, suppressed by spiritual power, to obediently tell the truth, but to his surprise, the former merely glanced toward Qian Lou's direction. The six students understood the cue and simultaneously placed their hands on Qian Lou's head and various vital points. At the slightest signal, Qian Lou would be the first to be crippled.

Wu Jun captured An Town with an overwhelming military advantage, killing four hundred and twenty enemies and taking forty prisoners. Upon entering An Town, Qi Liang ordered the requisition of all edible and wearable items in the town, while a detachment of soldiers was assigned to gather weapons. Half an hour later, the Kunming Garrison quietly withdrew.

At the same time, they realized that Liang Tian, whose realm of cultivation was beyond their estimation, posed the greatest obstacle in their current strategy.

However, just as everyone else was shaking their heads, Shu Jinhe and Kong Yi simultaneously turned their gaze toward Jing Tang, seemingly asking for his opinion.

It appeared that this fellow cultivator of the mystical arts understood the subtext of his hint, and he nodded slightly with a look of gratitude.

Huang Qing, standing to one side, had been listening to Lu Yu all along. Realizing how vast the area was, she had wanted to speak up several times, but finding no appropriate opportunity, she remained at a loss for words now that Lu Yu had fallen silent.

After staying on Nine Snakes Island for just a few days, Li Yunxiao had to leave. After all, there were still many matters demanding his attention in the navy! As a navy admiral, Li Yunxiao could no longer afford to be as lazy as before.

Faced with Leng Yue's recounting of her life's tribulations, Dongfang Ruoyun merely sighed for a moment before anxiously inquiring about the progress of the matter.

As the saying goes, people never visit a temple without a cause, and Wei Rubing and her companions proved the truth of this adage quite aptly.

Xie Jiani said, "Everyone suspects you. Could she have married you without deceit and fraud? But this 'fraud' I speak of is identical in nature to insurance fraud: whoever is the ultimate beneficiary bears the greatest suspicion. Unless you voluntarily renounce your right of inheritance, you will never clear your name."

Zhuo Yifan gazed into the Nine Stars, feeling a surge of hot current within his elixir field and dantian like a surging volcano. Waves of heat spread through the blood vessels across his entire body, causing his spiritual energy to circulate at a rapid pace, violently and repeatedly crashing against the remote extremities of his meridians where spiritual energy had previously failed to reach.

Although Song Zheng was already aware of Wanyan Yusheng's background, he knew nothing of the internal affairs of the Great Jin Dynasty, yet naturally, he would not bring these matters up.

Upon hearing this, Taro Fuyuan's eyes immediately lit up. Tremblingly, he picked up the inventory and began to scan it. These were all good things—treasures that their Great Japanese Empire had been dreaming of.

Draping her coat over Xinyao's shoulders, Bai Xiaoying patted her arm, her face etched with profound worry.

Gradually, her consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and by the time she registered what was happening, she had already collapsed to the ground.

"This is a heavy tank independently developed by our country, weighing over fifty tons. During the war against the Soviet Union, the Vanguard Army relied on it to repeatedly block the enemy outside our nation's gates!" the commentator's voice rang out.

After a long pause, Yuan Qiuhua sighed and murmured, "How could this be? I suddenly feel a bit unwell and need to go back to rest. You can go see for yourself."

All the family members of the Zhao clan were seated in the living room. This was already the third time they had gathered in this hall within the span of two days.

The two men let out a long sigh of relief. He was finally dead. Although they had not killed him themselves, the mortal threat hanging over them had been neutralized, and Qin Bin was still immensely pleased.

However, being local bullies whose actions could not afford to attract too high a profile, they decided merely to have someone teach her a lesson and had no real intention of harming her severely. As a result, all the thugs sent over had their limbs crippled.

Stepping out of the courtyard, Beitang Mo walked a few paces, constantly plagued by the sensation that someone was following behind—a feeling that bore an uncanny resemblance to the unspeakable, spine-chilling dread found in ghost films.

Although confirming the condition of the Shimoki Treant was crucial, it was contingent upon not taking any life-or-death risks.

Kazama Ryoka's spiritual body was damaged and her memory lost; she was in great agony and clearly still harboring a trace of timidity.

"Very well!" Yanhing made up his mind and replied to Count Theodore, "I'll take all one hundred griffins, and have them all upgraded to combat griffins."

Xu Aiguo's most treasured tape player was discarded on the ground, and the black-and-white television set in their home did not escape a similar fate, either.

Sincere thanks to the Guild Leader patron "This is a Demon" sister for her generous support. It truly is spending a fortune like dirt, and I am immensely grateful.

Following the conclusion of a military exercise, the chieftain of the glib-tongued clan asked Yanhing impatiently, "Knight Yanhing, your army truly opened my eyes today. Compared to your warriors, ours have too vast a gap; they can hardly even be called an army."

As long as he did not show favoritism toward either side, neither faction would dare to resort to extreme measures against him.

With his eyes tightly closed, he replayed every single expression and movement of his father in his mind, from the moment he first looked over the documents to the final moment he laid them down.

Long ago, when we were in country A, we teased You-ge, asking him what kind of work he actually did. You-ge mentioned a departmental name quite similar to Hao Zewei's, and we always assumed he was just spouting nonsense. Never did we imagine that he had spent half a lifetime telling lies, only for this single sentence to be the truth, yet we had taken it as a joke.