Chapter 142: Breaking the Deadlock! Ration Coupons as Payment for Meals

Ro Chen hung at the very back, and upon seeing the scene, he was the first to rapidly retreat. These divine soldiers were well-trained, with considerable cultivation, and clad in sturdy battle armor. During their withdrawal, even without deliberate defense, ordinary beast attacks could not harm them in the slightest.

It was precisely for this reason that he was certain the advanced pill concocted by Feng Dou had an absolute guarantee of defeating Xiao Rang. It was for this reason that he concluded one thing: Xiao Rang had completely fallen into his trap, and thus, Xiao Rang’s defeat was inevitable.

“And it seems there’s no chance of healing anymore,” Wang Dashan sighed and said.

Su Mochen rubbed his brow, already having no time for him these past few days. He said helplessly, “You focus on your work first, don’t overexert yourself.” He would settle things with him later.

Liu Qingyang’s words unlocked the long-standing shackle named resignation that had bound them, for cultivators must strive courageously upwards.

At this moment, Nangong Yuanhua appeared like a demon god, enveloped in black mist, a long sword standing erect before him, as if emerging from the nine hells! His presence was terrifying! Not to mention, Nangong Yuanhua was only at the early Golden Core stage; to Qian Dabao, he was as awe-inspiring as a towering mountain.

The fat man shrank his head back in fright. What was happening? One moment they were affectionate, the next they faced life and death, ready to strike decisively and lethally.

Xiao Yue, unsure how to handle the situation, could only wait for Doctor Wang. After examining him, she helped Yang Chang change into sleepwear pants. Those were made from leftover fabric she had sewn earlier, lined with a thin layer of cotton, loose-fitting since they were pajamas, and now they fit perfectly.

The River Dragon remained quietly seated, seemingly unaffected by anything unfolding before him.

Indeed, Nina was the princess of the Eastern Hu, but what power did she truly wield? Could she decide the rebellion of the Eastern Hu?

His mood surged instantly. The advanced yellow-rank martial art manual—his entire Zhang family possessed only two or three such volumes. Having obtained this advanced yellow-rank technique, even if the Zhang family warrior had just died, it was worth it.

The Eastern Ghost Spirit did not grow angry at the ghostly words; on the contrary, he became even calmer.

The Han army’s thousand-strong unit responsible for blocking appeared to lack courage. As the Eastern Hu cavalry approached, the thousand men shouted once and scattered to both sides, desperately firing arrows at the Eastern Hu horsemen.

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Seeing this unusual situation, Miaoshan’s eyes flashed brilliantly, the great imprint on her brow flickering wildly as she began an intense divination.

Upon hearing this news, Hu Cheng was not particularly surprised, since he had already learned it from Ouyang Qi. He was only curious why the school was releasing this announcement now. The timing was too sudden—didn’t that star-studded concert start its hype more than ten days in advance?

Jian Hao said calmly, and upon hearing this, Wei Dong’s face showed a trace of joy. He took a deep breath and began to make a bid.

Gu Li had no desire to gossip with her anymore, snorting coldly as she stood and stared at the raging fire ahead.

“Young Master Long?” The nanny glanced at the gifts and wondered if all these items were meant for Young Master Long.

This demon god stood a hundred zhang tall, towering in the void, with three heads and six arms, each massive arm wielding an ancient artifact. The demon god’s aura was fierce and overwhelming. Its appearance even stirred the void into chaos, with demonic energy surging all around.

Yu Qinghuan gradually regained consciousness. When she opened her eyes and saw Zhuo Bufan’s hand on her chest, she was startled.

An invisible aura spread over the meeting. In her sight, Long Chutian’s figure stepped along the river, treading the water as he pursued step by step. The water within ten meters around his feet seemed calmed by an unseen force, smooth as a mirror, allowing him to walk as if on solid ground.

Ming Yi’s heart bled as he comforted himself that his wedding was not far off and that he would surely reclaim what he deserved then.

Black Eagle was stunned for a long time. She probably had already calculated all this, but she could not disobey Li Yuanhao’s orders. Black Eagle decided to join forces with Ye Liren to ambush the Song army’s supplies.

Yun Qian watched the two converse, sensing something was off but unable to pinpoint it. The intimacy between them did not feel like that of friends but rather like that of brothers.

The next day, palace servants entered Zhao Wanwan’s room and were shocked. Zhao Wanwan lay unconscious on the floor, her lower body covered in blood. The servants shouted and hurried to summon the imperial physician.

Liu Mingyue could abandon him for money and marry into a prestigious family, so why should he continue to offer her his sincere heart?

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Wang Erhei’s words angered Yu Bo. How could he possibly regard Scar Three as a bandit? If not for the “three-eyed” that day, how could Scar Three have been a bandit?

Because the kitchen was somewhat distant, he couldn’t hear clearly what Liu Fang’s wife was scolding, but from fragments drifting over, it was probably about Shuan Zhu being a spendthrift.

Anyway, Liu Dahong was notoriously disreputable, and no one dared to step forward to investigate the truth of this matter.

Its recognition was proof of one’s might, but what puzzled me was how precious life was, and why someone like you would go to such lengths for others, even at the cost of yourself?” The Jade Emperor smiled.

“Senior, you are mistaken. I had always intended to send Ling’er back to her country. I must personally protect her on the journey,” Li Xiaoyao said.

It was also this canyon that marked the beginning of his journey in the endless cycle of reincarnation, setting him apart from other reincarnators.

“Ha… finally it went down smoothly…” Watching this, Feng Wuji could not help but gag, yet his body remained rooted, unable to move an inch.

During Qin Yu’s first year and two months in the Time Zone, a figure burst forth and rushed directly towards the Tribulation Saint Land; it was Qin Yu, who had cultivated on the Immortal Peak for many years.

Lin Hai’s heart leapt with joy. Having inherited the bloodline of the great shaman Hou Yi, his cultivation soared to Supreme Celestial Dao, and his Dao practice extended to 24,000 years.

Knowing there was no hope and no need for his aid, those gathered at the entrance of the Pokémon Center slowly dispersed.

Five fingers flowed with soul power, like a starry peacock spreading its tail, a cosmic lotus blossoming, lifting round after round of great solar wheels that instantly engulfed the Bai Fengxing demon, Laofuren.