Chapter 35: State-Gift Porcelain

"The Wen Family Manor claims to have peerless swordsmanship, yet they issue bounties for others to kill me, which proves they have no intention of doing it themselves." Hu Guiyang, equally unable to fathom the reason, merely guessed that this must be part of He Baiwan’s scheme.

All eyes turned toward the space behind the old patriarch. The entire village had been curious ever since Gao Hanying abducted Hu Guiyang; now that he was making his first appearance before them while holding the old patriarch hostage, everyone felt compelled to take a second look.

These are all possibilities. If Alice had not met Guo Lang back then, would she have died at the hands of an ordinary zombie?

Regrettably, he did not know the identity of the Angler. Had he known, he certainly would not have dared to speak it aloud, for the shame would have killed him.

At this moment, Li Wuxian noticed several deep and wide gouges on the steel wall nearby.

"Li Ku, I am the sovereign and you are the subject. If the sovereign wills a subject to die, the subject must die; how dare you defy me!" Behind the beaded curtain, a flat and unremarkable face was now filled with rage, overflowing with a terrifying majesty.

High above the void, even though the plan was proceeding according to their script, there was still no room for relaxation at this moment.

Capturing Pengcheng once again without shedding blood, Xiahou Dun and Cao Hong spat blood and fainted, falling from their horses instantly. Fortunately, their personal attendants urgently summoned military physicians to treat them, which saved their lives.

Li Yalin did not play many pieces in one continuous stretch; after each piece, he would generally rest for a few minutes before continuing to the next.

The government officers had not even seen their attackers, yet they were now shredded to pieces, dead beyond any hope of revival.

Recalling the first time he met her and mistook her for a fox spirit, Songtsen Gampo smiled slightly.

"Did he come to see you?" Chen Linlin’s gaze slowly turned cold, and as she looked at Miao Jinxiu’s lotus-like face, a trace of jealousy appeared.

The reason was simple: school had been in session for two days, and Chen Ziyu hadn’t even sent a message, nor had she mentioned anything about dropping out.

Her Tibetan was not well-studied and she spoke it poorly. After a simple, stumbling sentence, Jiamuzeng in the sedan seemed to lose patience and said something in return.

The new Demon Lord had descended, and they had naturally sensed the signs, knowing full well it was likely Feng Qi. Yet, when they finally saw Feng Qi, though they felt a mix of joy and anger, the look on Feng Qi’s face left even Qian Shang stunned and afraid to act rashly.

As for their stories, Wanyan Sheng had Wanyan Pi, which was profound enough to be etched in his heart. Ya Si had seen it all and was quite carefree. As for Ni Caiwei, she still had Qin Wenbo.

Tao San hesitated for a moment, but took the money, nodded at Lin Tian, and immediately headed toward the town.

All of these things caused Song Yi extreme agony; the blurring of reality and dreams left her unsure of what was truly happening.

"Don't speak yet, quickly circulate your energy to refine the power of the coffin fungus within you!" Bu Feifan urged hurriedly upon seeing her wake up.

After all, one was a Grand Councilor who managed internal and external affairs, strategized in the tent, and commanded the battlefield, while the other was a pampered young nobleman in Chang'an, wallowing in luxury and pleasure.

Upon seeing the guy's appearance, Chu Fan felt truly disgusted; he looked neither human nor ghost.

A deafening sound of trembling willow leaves erupted, and then the terrifying leaves engulfed Cang Qing. A streak of dark purple light projected from within, and then Cang Qing shattered Qian Fanchen’s eighty-thousand-mile reach with a single palm, followed by a phantom grasp of his left fist as a Heaven-Breaking Demon Spear suddenly lunged at Qian Fanchen.

Living life is sometimes not just for oneself, but for those around us. Responsibility and commitment always go hand in hand. As we forge ahead, fearless, it is all the more important that we bear these responsibilities and obligations.

By next winter, blood might dye every inch of the borderland, but the Dragon and Tiger Army and I will surely tie white cloths around our heads and fight to the death without retreating!

The Jingzhao Yin was an old man of about fifty, wearing a charcoal-gray official robe. He was thin, with a taut face, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

Wu Ni was dragged along just like that. When they reached the prison gate, she looked up at the high windows of the prison, where sunlight was streaming in from outside. It was warm.

Bai Bufan’s lips curled into a mocking arc, and as he stepped back, two terrifying beams of light swallowed Qin Tian’s form to his utter disbelief; the red spear had long since vanished without a trace.

If Ruan Meng hadn't known the girl was a student, judging by the movements of her hands, she might have mistaken her for a professional.

After all, a dog a meter tall, and a very fat one at that, with a circle of fluff around its neck that made it look like a lion—how could one not be afraid when it lunged?

"You had better be afraid, so that you will do your utmost to help this King. Now you and I are grasshoppers tied to the same rope; if this King dies, don't expect to fare any better," Zhao Xunyan threatened coldly.

Having said this, the staff officer put away his command baton and stepped aside. His task was complete, and what remained was for the commanders to elaborate freely, a time to finalize strategic expectations and tactical combat plans.

Although she knew Xie Mei was likely just saying it casually, for some reason, Yan Qing still felt a sense of bitterness in her heart.

"Bang!" With a single shot, Xiang Ping hit Yamashita Mikami in the back of the heart. Yamashita Mikami, the titan of the Tokyo business world, slowly collapsed just like that.

She cast a shy glance at her brother, picked up the medicine bowl, and scurried away like a puff of smoke.

The next day, Changning arrived early at the Martial Hall to report, heading to the secret chamber her brother had requested for her.

During this time, Norton did not need to serve by Gratiane’s side, so he took the guard to patrol the camp and the perimeter of the hunting grounds, making final preparations.

It sounded like the noise of vomiting. I must be hallucinating. I don't even feel like vomiting right now. I believe the other three in the valley must be much stronger than me.