Chapter Seventy-Four: Curiosity

“Have you seen enough yet?” The tone was thick with displeasure, snapping Liu Wuhen back to reality.

Then Li Tianyou lightly waved his hand forward, and the mist unexpectedly transformed into sword energy, shooting toward the poisoned men.

Neptune exerted a slight force with his fingertips, easily snatching the ornamental dinner knife and tossing it aside. He lifted her head, and upon seeing the tears streaming across her delicate face, the flames of desire in his eyes burned even more fiercely.

On the battlefield against the invaders, the Taihang Mountains had become a golden signboard. With such prestige, there was truly no need to worry about finding collaborators.

Bai Chongxi was capable, but the circumstances were unfavorable. If it hadn’t been for Ma Wanzhong being a Northeasterner and initially under the banner of the New Thirty-Third Army, perhaps Bai Chongxi’s situation now would mirror Ma Wanzhong’s.

“My lady speaks wisely. Yet my acquaintance with that descendant is shallow—how could he easily gift us the Golden Elixir?” The Eighteenth Lord’s face showed his dilemma.

“What a bold thief! Return my parcel!” Sensing danger, Wukong leapt after him. Unexpectedly, just as he reached the temple gate, the purple-faced giant abruptly stretched out his right leg, executing a reverse kick with the Golden Crown, striking Wukong squarely in the chest.

Fu Can, panting heavily, laughed and said, “If you can wake so early, why can’t I?” Yet inwardly he sighed, Damn, this body is too weak! After just a few laps, it already feels like I can’t hold out.

He folded his hands properly before him, waiting on the two masters. His handsome face deliberately masked traces of fatigue.

Such bullets were not possessed by ordinary Japanese combat units, and the puppet army certainly couldn’t be equipped with them. Therefore, seizing them in battle was difficult. The second, and most crucial point, was that these thirteen-millimeter high-rate machine guns were even heavier than the Type 92 heavy machine gun—far too unwieldy for Li Ziyuan.

And what’s worse, this quartermaster was from the artillery company. If he found out that the squad leader and we had snuck some of the snakes their company had released, I reckon we’d be in for a hard time.

Fang Chen sat cross-legged, needing to refine them. This technique, long viewed as sinister by the world, was most dangerous when its internal energy could not be digested and absorbed; in that case, it would backfire—at best, leaving one deranged, at worst, causing blood to seep from every orifice and death.

Da Kui, dressed in a sharp suit, looked like a young gentleman—not someone who could fight. Yezi felt a bit anxious for Da Kui.

The forty remaining soldiers would be ranked by shooting ability, from first to fortieth; our ranking directly affected our subsequent selection.

“Early Stage of Post-Heaven.” Xing Luo narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew full well—when he first met Brother Hu, he wasn’t even a martial artist. How could he suddenly become an early stage expert today?

As Li Xu prepared everything, the previously swiftly contracting void suddenly began to expand outward.

Politics, military affairs, and diplomacy have never been about right or wrong—only about the balance of interests. —Nan Huaijin

Shortly after he left, two masked and slightly ethereal figures slowly emerged from the spot where he had stood.

Fang Chen swung his arms, blocking both men’s incoming punches. Their arms tingled with numbness, and each staggered back several steps.

He casually slid his hands into his trouser pockets, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his muscular chest. His chestnut, slightly wavy hair, and the cigarette held between his right fingers gave him a distinctive look.

But Ivy didn’t mind; if the old wizard could train two mages, it would be quite an accomplishment.

Communication between the Chinese Star and the various defensive planet bases was usually conducted via matter–antimatter conversion, but this was troublesome for Ningxiang. So, after clarifying things with the Heavenly Army guarding the teleportation square, she came herself.

"Uncle Zhang, stop calling me Princess all the time! It makes me sound so old!” Zihan pouted adorably.

In midair, ten dragons hovered, sprawling on the clouds, tails swaying in the wind, their whiskers floating—a truly majestic sight.

“Thank you, Father Emperor!” Feng Qingye followed respectfully behind the old emperor, glancing at the pale-faced Feng Qingchi with a dazzling smile.

This memorial was written too succinctly, with some items vague and unclear. Emperor Jing was waiting to observe their actions, so they had to clarify the details first.

Choosing to trust Gu Enyang, Qu Qingyan spoke frankly—she indeed had several suspects.

When Feng Qingye entered, she saw Luoshui Yi leaning in Hua Lingyu’s embrace, as Hua Lingyu gently fed her porridge.

Xiao Jingxing and Chu Fan followed Qin Ruizhuo to the main courtyard. Whatever was discussed, by evening Prince Duan and Princess Duan also arrived, and it was not until nearly midnight that everyone departed.

A morbid crimson light flashed; Elise weakened the neurotoxin’s stimulation to the two, allowing them to remain conscious while enduring the corrosion.

Ye Zihan frowned slightly; she still did not wish to reveal her identity before so many people. If she summoned the two-tailed fox, many would immediately recognize who she was.