34. A Fight
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Red Lotus Ghost Dance sneered. He was now the heir of the Nether Emperor—audacious beyond measure, looking down on everyone without the slightest regard. And that was only natural, for wherever the Nether Emperor went, he was invariably a source of endless headaches.
The mage gave a slight nod of his noble, aloof head, taking it as Liu Ci’s “kind” reminder and thanks. Liu Ci was not annoyed in the least; he merely smiled and watched him leave.
Thus, the Hong Hall Fleet naturally showed no mercy. Whenever a pirate warship took advantage of their attention being fixed on the battlefield outside Amami City and charged toward the fleet, Zhao Xingdou and the others would immediately abandon their distant targets and turn their guns on the foolhardy vessel, venting all their fury upon it.
After two long years, another Mongol tribe descended from the Golden Clan had finally emerged from countless rivals and gradually seized control of this generation.
“Even if I do nothing, the Qin Emperor would never allow anyone bearing an ancient bloodline to remain alive on this continent.” Having said that, Chu Heng lifted his leg and walked toward the exit of the great hall.
He could not help despising this “young master” for being so blatant in picking a fight, but on the surface, He Yu still wore the amiable smile of a man who believed in making money through harmony.
Just as the family was discussing the matter, the conflict in Zhang Yu’s village finally erupted, and the village split apart just like that.
“I really approve of her. She’s gentle, capable, and knows how to manage a household. She’s countless times better than Fourth Aunt.” Walnut waved his hands and feet excitedly.
Zi Yun’s decision also prompted an immediate response from Zixia. The process, from notifying everyone to assembling them, was extraordinarily swift. It demonstrated their remarkable unity in carrying out orders, as well as the cohesion and discipline of the group.
As long as a man did not make this sort of mistake, he was still very trustworthy. On that point, they were surprisingly unanimous.
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His good fortune was almost unbelievable. It seemed that, when it came to their duties, soldiers could be summed up in a single sentence: obedience to orders was their foremost duty. Xu Gongming found this deeply gratifying.
As his voice fell, Marquis Mo slapped his storage ring, and a huge sheet of white paper appeared before him.
He later rebelled again and betrayed the country. By the fourth year of Baoli, when the Tang and Uyghur allied forces destroyed the Second Turkic Khaganate, the tribes of the Eastern Turks had either perished in the war, merged into the Uyghurs, or become part of the Tang realm.
That evening, Xie Feiyan found Yuan Zhen. Her beauty remained as breathtaking as ever, but a trace of melancholy lingered in her expression, like the setting sun sinking beyond the western horizon.
Dark’s roar made even the howling northern wind tremble. Yet after roaring his heart out, it had accomplished absolutely nothing.
Take Ouyang Xiu’s reforms to the imperial examination system, for example. Although Ouyang Xiu appeared to have brought them about through his own efforts, Fan Zhongyan had actually paved the way for him behind the scenes.
“Miss She, come into the main room and eat. My wife has already prepared the meal!” A simple, honest-looking farmer pushed open the woodshed door with a cheerful smile, only to freeze where he stood.
Clearly, these two mysterious figures were extraordinary people. Even Dragon Sparrow and Dragon Spring were stunned into silence, and the other members of the Dragon Clan naturally did not dare act rashly.
The elixir was of remarkably fine quality. Who could have refined it? Could that stinking old man have senior or junior fellow disciples somewhere outside?
“Actually, I came with you to Yanjing for selfish reasons. I chose to be with you because of a certain goal!” Dong Qing drew a deep breath before finally saying the opening line he had rehearsed for so long.
“Xiao Leng, don’t be rash!” Jiang Dingfang shouted, his expression darkening. The man could only retreat behind him, glaring fiercely at Lei Guangyi and the others.
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Leng Ran heard every word clearly and suddenly remembered that He Ziyan had called out to him just after leaving the bathroom: “There’s medicine in that bucket of water. Just use it to wash yourself; you don’t need to apply any more shower gel.” He wondered privately whether that medicinal water was the South Sea Divine Water that Master of the Third-Month Hall had just said must be used with caution.
Gui Zhongyan’s expression immediately turned ugly. The old man’s appearance brought him immense pressure; the total suppression emanating from that aura indicated that the elder’s cultivation had reached at least the Grandmaster Realm. Only a cultivator of the Grandmaster Realm could withstand the Raging Earth-Splitting Flame without suffering the slightest injury.
“Hmph. Even if I die, I’ll drag you down with me!” A vicious glint flashed through Song Yang’s eyes as the seals formed by his hands changed in rapid succession.
War Madman, standing inside the central iron tower, was horrified. He had never expected Feng Xingtian to be a Martial King. Beside him, however, Sword Madman’s eyes widened, and he suddenly shoved War Madman, speaking in bewilderment.
Qin Yun’s face had already gone deathly pale. Not only was her body immobile, but she was trembling uncontrollably. At that moment, it was as if she had seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
At that moment, Perfected Qingxu, Guangyuan, and Shentong exchanged glances and began changing their hand seals in unison.
Simao Xiao had still not returned, even though it was already very late. Mengzhu waited and waited until she eventually fell asleep. In her drowsy state, she seemed to hear faint movement in the living room. Yet no light came on. Could he have returned? But whenever he came back, he was always eager to enter her room.
In fact, when Song Duanwu sent Li Jinghong to find Wang Jianhua, he had already calculated everything. What sort of man was Wang Jianhua? Although he had long since retired from that life and had somewhat faded from prominence, it was still no easy matter for Li Jinghong to persuade him with nothing but empty words.
Song Duanwu’s brows drew even tighter as he listened. From Mo Qingyan’s words alone, he could hear the blood and violence of that age—the brutal struggle in which people had fought their way forward.
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