Chapter 137: Support Mission 1

Vast swarms of locusts began to appear over the northwestern grasslands, multiplying at a visible rate and sweeping across the entire expanse in less than ten days.

Standing atop the highest point of the city wall and gazing into the distance, it should have been July—a season of lush grass and soaring orioles—yet the landscape before her eyes was smothered by a dense, all-encompassing blanket of locusts. Even the flocks of sheep, horses, and cattle grazing on the plains were harassed by the swarm.

A stray bite from a locust would cause these livestock to flinch in pain.

Ah! The man she had once deeply loved had denied her even a single day of peace—this could only be described as a supreme irony.

The soldiers then saw a strange, thin, black flat plane spinning out from the council chamber; many of them did not even have time to react before this razor-thin black plane sliced right through their bodies.

Just now, the opponent had merely sheared off one of its horns rather than its head—not because he lacked the capability to do so, but because he had no intention of killing it outright.

Wang Mu threw a punch, and the force of his blow shattered even the illusory forest. Countless trees were swept away by concentric ripples of shockwaves as the attack bore down on the Phantom Fiend.

Vanessa, Sally, Niasim, Diana, and two gunmen occupied the three middle vehicles, making them the primary targets for protection.

Remembering the scene at the hotel that day, Wang Kun felt a surge of excitement. Indeed, twins were wonderful—the sensation was simply divine.

Wang Mu and his two companions descended from the sky, and Wang Mu immediately spat out another mouthful of blood, prompting Zhou Ren to quickly support him.

There is never any free lunch in this world; those systems that seek out humans as hosts must harbor some profound and hidden trickery, deception that transcends the realm of humanity.

It was not as though Left Starfire had never studied this jade dragon, yet after examining it for a long time, she found nothing extraordinary other than the superior quality of the jade itself.

As night fell, Consort Su, who had been away at the Imperial Kitchen for quite some time, finally returned. In her hands, she carried a box containing osmanthus糕 she had made with her own hands.

She had merely heard of it from a friend; after consuming it for a while, my complexion did indeed improve considerably.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" The ghostly silver-masked figure withdrew his hand, raised his head, and cast a wicked gaze. "By the way, you ought to recognize me." The ghostly silver-masked figure removed his silver mask to reveal a pale face—none other than the fourth gatekeeper, Murong Di.

A large black panther lying in the grass attentively perked up the tips of its ears, the fur at the tips twitching slightly.

Prince De stood at the doorway, remaining entirely indifferent while sighing inwardly for his imperial sister. Just moments ago, his sister had spoken with him, asking him to poison and eliminate the Grand Imperial Grandson. He truly could not fathom what was going through her mind; even at this late stage, she still harbored such notions.

"Hmph! What a smooth ride on the current, yet this current you've ridden has washed right up to my doorstep and all the way to the Imperial Academy! Several great Confucian scholars at the Academy are now clamoring to see the author of this poem!" Emperor Xia let out a cold hum and said.

"Naturally. Because the goods were piled high at the time and there wasn't much time to rest, we simply poured cold water directly over our heads," a busybody immediately replied.

Watching Lu Jingchen step forward to defend Yun Jiaojiao, Yun Xianghuan felt a chill in her heart. As she looked at Lu Jingchen, all affection and lingering attachment had completely vanished from her gaze.

"Your grandfather was enfeoffed as the Marquis Defending the Nation by His Late Majesty, a first-rank military marquis. With that shade of protection, if you were to enter officialdom, who would dare not show you a measure of respect?" Xu Qingan chuckled heartily.

There are all kinds of barbecue restaurants in South Korea, and randomly picking one will usually yield a pretty decent taste, but sometimes specific cravings require specific establishments. This particular place offered table service, helping to slice up the meat. They served a thick, massive slab of pork belly that still retained the authentic aroma of the meat.

"Do not jump to conclusions. The Others have not appeared for thousands of years. Let me have Maester Aemon examine him first."

I reached out, intending to strike him squarely on the crown with a traditional master's blow to knock such wild associations out of his head. Yet, gazing at his gleaming bald pate, I was suddenly reminded of the "Namo Gatling Bodhisattva" sculpture I had accidentally crafted at the ranch.