063. Precautions for Bathing a Kitten

[Todo Ryotaro: Tooru-kun, have you encountered any difficulties working in the Eighth Squad recently?]

[Todo Ryotaro: Although I am now an operations squad leader of the same rank as you and might not be able to help much with specific matters, having worked in "S.T.F." for so long, I probably have some insight into the higher-ups' intentions.]

Todo Ryotaro's implication was already extremely obvious—"I have connections up there, and they have decided to give..."

Even now, Lisha could already imagine that once the incident actually occurred, Jiang Shilan would pin all the blame squarely on her.

Wu Fei's remark plunged me back into a maze of speculation. Could Shi Yifan be the one behind all this? Was the tunneling through the mountain not his arrangement after all? It stood to reason—could he possibly possess the authority to mobilize military troops?

"We have nothing to say to a traitor," a burly soldier growled, reaching out to grab Old Shi's shoulder in an attempt to immobilize him.

To prevent excessive casualties among his own soldiers, Liu Ye intended to dispatch the two thousand combat troops in his rear to provide reinforcement.

After we squeezed inside, the Snow Wolf caught up to us as well. However, its massive bulk prevented it from entering, so it simply slammed its body against the outside of the door. The door began to rattle; it probably wouldn't take long before it broke through, and we had to find another exit.

Wang Chongyang even began to suspect whether Donghuang Taiyi was still harboring a grudge because of him grabbing its neck earlier, and was now seizing the opportunity to exact revenge.

I looked at him, at a loss for what to say, because I had experienced the exact same dream, except in my dream, he had died.

Having been rescued by Zhao Yun, the fugitive, still recovering from the lingering terror of the ordeal, raised his head and cast a glance at Zhao Yun.

Upon hearing this, the furrowed brow of Liu Ye instantly relaxed. Not only that, but a smile blossomed across his face.

"I have come precisely to help the Prime Minister defeat Yuan Shao." Xu You laughed heartily, for Cao Cao had rushed out to welcome him barefoot, indicating that his status in Cao Cao's heart was supremely important.

However, in the eyes of the inherently cold and callous Lin Jian, the man was nothing more than an unscrupulous foreman who not only refused to pay severance, but even fabricated excuses to withhold his wages. Flesh and blood could only take so much, and he began plotting his revenge.

Hua Shuirou showed no panic. Her facial expression was rarely anything other than icy, save for a lingering, bone-chilling intent to kill.

Shen Yu rested his hand on the bowstring and loosed a wind-magic arrow to his side. A flaming longsword thrust forth from the void, colliding directly with the magic arrow.

"Ha... Haha, could it be that the person who named this NPC is the same one who wrote the item descriptions?" Faced with such an absurd name, Zhen Shifeng suddenly felt that his ability to retort was sorely lacking.

"What the hell, how did he spot me?" Zhen Shifeng nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. Recalling the extraordinary hearing possessed by these freakish individuals, it was hardly surprising that he had been discovered.

At this moment, Ye Tianxun was still reveling in pleasant surprise. Having just returned from the Lanjing District to the Heavenly Army Headquarters, he had been granted a supreme treasure. The luck was so extraordinary that even he found it hard to believe, to the extent that a feeling began to sprout in his heart—as though the rules of heaven and earth had bestowed upon him boundless fortune, a fortune that would accompany him throughout his entire cultivation journey.

"I exerted all my strength and could only fend them off a few times before my entire body ached with soreness. Liu Feng, can you pull this off?" Upon hearing Liu Feng's words, Li Siguang understood immediately that Tianci was hardly the ideal candidate to draw the giant eagles' attacks. Yet, while Liu Feng possessed some strength, he was still far inferior to himself; one misstep and he might be torn to shreds by the horned eagles in a single exchange.

On the east side of Xingning Town lay a street about fifty meters long, dedicated to merchants trading in meat, vegetables, fruits, and other agricultural produce.

The enemy's Saint Realm powerhouses outnumbered their own by five to one. Ye Tianxun could not help but worry: just how many more times could this aging elder strike? Perhaps the enemy's next assault would be the straw that broke the camel's back.