52 Autonomy

Accompanied by a deafening roar, a barrage of artillery fire poured down upon the boundless, black tide. With every shell that landed, dozens, if not hundreds, of zombies were blasted to smithereens.

When did she grab it? Besides, hadn't he just told her to go get her homework a moment ago? Why did he suddenly claim in the blink of an eye that he had already brought it inside?

"Then eat it yourself, I'm going to sleep first. You should get some rest early too," Tang Guo said, turning around to find a comfortable position to fall asleep.

The Elvis looked down at the floor, seeing a head with a greasy, glossy sheen that seemed somewhat familiar. He glanced at the strategist, who immediately stepped forward and flipped the demonic creature over. They saw that this demon had greasy, lizard-like angular protrusions on top of its head, deep cyan fish scales on its face, eyes resembling a chameleon's, yet a nose and mouth that looked remarkably human.

This newcomer, Han Yi ze, was of unknown background, yet quite daring to make a public confession without fearing rejection.

He Shaoyun asked Hong Ye if she had simply wanted to dump him back then and never see him again for the rest of her life. Hong Ye nodded, realizing that her brief display of tenderness back then was indeed a ridiculously laughable gesture. He Shaoyun leaned over, kissed her, and said that they must find a time to walk down that path once more and taste the delicious day lily hot pot again.

He raised one hand in front of him, clutching the green thumb ring. As he channeled his spiritual power into this magical artifact, a pale yellow barrier of light materialized around Lin Yu, transforming into a solid shield that deflected the vast torrent of falling rocks and debris.

Chu Hao stared unblinkingly at the dishes Su Xing had brought out, exaggeratingly acting out the motion of swallowing his saliva.

"That's right, Junior Brother, we truly cannot run away from reality; we must face it bravely!" Jin Mingchang entirely agreed with Yong Mingguo's perspective.

"Three hundred palace women danced with sleeves intertwined, while heavenly songs resonated for a moment through the clouds," these two lines describe from a lateral perspective how earthly songs, dances, and music soared straight up into the heavens, even reaching the celestial realm. This paints an extreme picture of the lively and grand scale of the festivities, as well as the multitude of people on the streets, whose voices could reach the very skies.

"Bad~ You're bad~" Hu Qing was both embarrassed and annoyed by the man's sudden intrusion. How could he trick her like this?

Recalling the excruciating suffering she endured during her previous two entries while he had forgotten everything, a dull ache radiated from the depths of his heart.

He had countless methods to torment someone; he could frighten her out of her wits without lifting a finger. As long as she dared to nod, he would let her know the true meaning of torture.

Lou Xuan licked his parched lips and nodded with difficulty, outwardly agreeing with Lou Xueyang's words, though what he truly thought in his heart remained unknown.

Standing to the side, Huo Liancheng wore a crescent-white long robe. His clear and gentle face bore a touch of mature vicissitudes, and his sharp, piercing eyes seemed capable of discerning everything in the world.

Indeed, almost none of the ministers believed Han Mi'er's words. After all, neither the Empress Dowager nor Prince Rui could possibly have done something as heinous as poisoning Emperor Qiyuan.

This piqued Lin Chu's curiosity. The Sword Madman's soul had split into four parts during cultivation, and the Sword Master's current strength was not yet sufficient to heal him. The fact that he could now stand here safe and sound must be due to the First Emperor's intervention.

Upstairs, Jun Hao lit a cigar, clamped it between his lips, exhaled a plume of smoke, and watched the brawl below with a leisurely gaze, as if spectating a play.

The commotion here alerted the guards of the underground morgue. Before long, a guard hurriedly rushed down to report the incident to the three powerful experts guarding the place.

She saw right through it. What Jing Yuchen loved was not her; if she were to force the issue, she feared Jing Yuchen might even refuse to acknowledge her as a sister.

"What do you know? Tell me the truth, and I will spare your life." Once the King of Scholars uttered his imperial decree, who would dare to utter a word of dissent?

As they spoke, the Immortal-Binding Rope shot out from his body like an agile serpent, winding and twisting through the air as it lunged toward Jiang Yi to bind him.

However, paper could never wrap up a fire forever. It was unknown who had leaked the news to him, nor what words he had spoken at the time. In short, after returning that night, the two of them had a bitter quarrel—the very first argument they had ever had.

Yet she had paid close attention to her grandmother's diet lately and found nothing unusual. Just how had they managed to tamper with it?

"Big Brother, where are we heading now?" The chubby man looked at Dugu Hong, who seemed to be in a tremendous rush, and asked with some perplexity. At this time, shouldn't they have a multitude of matters to attend to? Yet Dugu Hong did not seem all that anxious—it was almost as if he were in a hurry to meet someone specific, leaving him rather confused.

Fortunately, Qingge had the good nature to personally brew some plain congee. Helian Tao devoured two full bowls before letting out a comfortable breath of relief, finally finding the time to express his thanks to everyone.

The words spelled out by fireworks made the surprise feel even more surreal. An Yutong covered her mouth in astonishment; just how many surprises had this man prepared? Ever since stepping foot into this resort, her heart had been pounding wildly without a moment's rest.

In truth, Shentu Yuntian was quite a connoisseur of tea, never lacking in various fine teas and imperial tributes.

The figures of the two fading into the distance amidst laughter and banter left behind Su Hao, who was still "enduring entanglement and torment" right where he stood.

It was evident that Qi Miao had been working out for some time; a fine sheen of sweat covered her fair skin, and her flushed cheeks made one sigh at how wonderful youth truly was.

By the next morning, someone had contacted them, though initially, everyone still wanted to drive a hard bargain, harboring hopes of picking up a cheap deal.

Qi Baishan helped Qi Zhengwang to a seat, choosing not to guess Qi Baifeng's intentions. He opened the bundle on the table, which contained a pistol, three gold bars, four sets of clothes, and a special transit pass.

Hearing such grievances from her own younger brother, Bloody Mary, as the elder sister, hardly knew what to say; her eyes, however, were already reddened.