Volume One, Chapter 48: It's Clear You're an Impertinent Woman

At this moment, the barbarian forces had been reduced to only two thousand dinosaur cavalry and fifteen thousand infantry, while the revolutionary army suffered few casualties and still maintained about eighteen thousand troops.

Han Yuyi, seeing that the two of them were still going on endlessly, could only cough to startle them back to their senses.

First, it gave them a legitimate reason; second, with fewer of their people around, the common folk wouldn't have to go out in constant fear.

Luo Tong stepped forward, wielding his spear like a staff, raising it high to strike down at the wolf lunging toward An Xinyue.

She clearly understood that her falling into the water was entirely because Madam Hua had pushed her, and since Madam Hua was the future mother-in-law of Mo Huaijin, who would Mo Huaijin believe—her or Madam Hua? She dared not gamble on this. Besides, she truly wanted to leave the city to search for her mother in Yun Cang.

The base's upgrade triggered the system's foresight ability, allowing him to prepare before the mutated creatures besieged the city.

You Qing shouted loudly, intercepting just before Lin Tianyou’s palm strike landed, standing in front of Lu Wei with both hands raised, ready to defend.

Li Chen looked at the sword before him, then glanced at the young man in the audience. The youth wore a black nobleman’s robe, and the scabbard in his hand shimmered with silver light.

Watching the Flying Dragon Army march out of the courtyard in orderly formation, Mo Huaijin said no more. After all, he had frequently visited Aunt Yang these past two days, so when the troops arrived, Aunt Yang protected him by covering for him. The Hua family was destitute, lacking many ingredients, so it was better to go directly to Aunt Yang’s home for supplies.

At Ningde City People’s Hospital, Tang Qishan awoke from his hospital bed, opening his eyes to the sight of several wide-eyed faces staring at him.

If she hadn’t known, she wouldn’t have imagined that she already had a son as old as Zhao Changsheng. Zhao’s appearance was also striking, bearing a five-point resemblance to Lin Yimeng.

Stowing away his alloy battle knife, Liu Chen grasped the edge of the stone slab with both hands and, with a sudden force, pulled the stone slab, along with the diamond parrot and energy source, out from the ground.

Though Grandpa Zheng wanted to retort to Old Zhao, the facts were as they were, leaving him speechless.

Even though he held a short sword, which offered better leverage and explosive power, he still lagged behind Wu Mian by a step.

Qin Ru lay on his bed, somewhat vexed. After all, his future marriage had essentially been settled, but what would happen if the Southern Gong’s heir saw his scars?

At this moment, Zhong Xiwang was calm, a faint smile playing in her heart. She recalled that on the first night she brought the two children over, Zheng Shuguang had spoken to them, including a rule about “not looking at what one should not.”

Zhong Xiwang felt neither happiness nor sadness; after all, Su Wen had little relation to her, and Zheng Shuguang was indifferent—he could not choose his parents nor meddle in their affairs.

“Why should I look for her?” Murong Xu asked, puzzled. After all, they had always coexisted peacefully, with no interference or significant contact.

Since the night before last, after Wu Mian struck down Lin Hong with a single blow, she had studied Wu Mian’s background.

“Jiu Ru, have you noticed anything?” Zhan Yunge gently stroked Jiu Ru’s sleek fur.

What White Rat did not know was that the Purple Tiger Demon Saint also had his difficulties—why did he want to host a founding banquet together with the Sea Demon clan?

Tai Bai Jin Xing and Guanyin also advised Ling, Ao Jin, Ao Jiao, and Ao Qinglong to secretly ally with the mutated demon clans of Beiju Luzhou, among other matters.

Xu Yunhua always advocated frugality. The Kun Ning Palace was not the most lavish of the harem’s quarters, not even as opulent as Lian Yi Palace, yet Xu Yunhua valued comfort. Every winter, warm charcoal fires were lit here, filling the air with a pleasant warmth upon entering.

Everyone bowed their heads lower. This Princess of Ning spoke with blunt candor and said it outright. However... Prince Qi had indeed been too blatant.

“Pay respects to the Crown Prince. Long live the Crown Prince!” As they drew closer, led by the eldest prince, everyone bowed deeply, their horse-hoof sleeves flapping loudly.

“So, you mean your brother’s argument is untenable?” Zhu Di tilted his head and asked Tie Xi Jun.

Wei Yi thought for a moment and decided to make the call, but the phone was already switched off. Wei Yi clenched the phone tightly, his heart tightening bit by bit.

“Heh heh, second brother, it seems I was a little late in mentioning this,” said Hou Yi with a smile as he approached Chu Xiangyu, chatting cheerfully.

Wherever he went, every insect burst apart inch by inch. The shockwave’s range was small—fifty meters—and there were only three hundred insects. Within seconds, corpses littered the ground.

Seeing the Barbarian King’s anxious expression, a nearby guard dared not speak and hurried outside. Some servants were baffled, for this was a matter between the Barbarian King’s Li tribe and the seventy-two branches of the A clan. The envoys were among the highest-ranking nobles of the barbarian tribes and thus understood the gift’s value.

Goldfish had a keen sense of boundaries. Since sensing G-Dragon’s ambiguous feelings toward her, she kept a subtle distance.

Wu Zhao shrugged, blinked lightly, and shook his head slightly. At this moment he was in plain clothes; without saying anything, no one could guess he was also a Taoist. This matter was thus easily dismissed.

“Perhaps she never married,” I murmured. Thinking back, the ‘Gu Anya’ I saw last night and the one before me now bore at least seven-tenths resemblance; otherwise, I wouldn’t have mistaken her.

My heart had gone numb. Who could save you? Seeing your plight, I refrained from saying harsher words. But if you continue like this, I will speak them.

Tang Ling sat speechless in the corner of the last row. Fang Yan sat beside her, placing popcorn into the two holes on the armrest, then glanced around.

The white-haired elder spoke while suddenly producing a bright red wedding robe of ancient style, instructing Luo Qingyu to wear it properly.

Unexpectedly, when the iron whip struck down, it first emitted a harsh metallic scraping sound, then sank straight down like a stone dropped into the sea. Damn bastard turtle! It had greedily bitten onto my whip—the iron whip, not mine.