Chapter Fifty-Seven: Ma Zuo’s Lu Flies Swiftly (Part Ten)

I heard from the Prince of Northern Suppression that a new weapon has appeared on the grasslands. Could it be that these master craftsmen are the ones who researched it?
After a burst of intense rage, Xie Mingyuan felt a lingering fear. Terrified of receiving another couple of heavy slaps across the face, he no longer dared to act arrogant or make fierce threats.
Wang Quan merely glanced sideways and looked away. Liu Dan walked up and saw Wang Quan flipping through the Chronicles of Oddities.
Che Baobao rolled down the window of the Rolls-Royce, her complexion not looking too good either, clearly somewhat traumatized.
Yet, it wouldn't be long before Dexter would use his luck to prove to them that he had absolutely nothing to worry about.
Peng Yu slammed his table and shouted loudly at Yin Ruojun, "You cannot eat this." His expression was urgent, as if heaven and earth would drastically change color the moment Yin Ruojun ate the braised pork belly.
With teardrops hanging at the corners of her eyes, Zou Shi glanced back at Ma Yunshan before being pushed by Ma Zhuang, who urged her to walk outside.
Even the void was cleaved in two by the long sword, snapping sharply with a fierce, oppressive sword aura as a sudden tempest of wind and rain arrived.
Chen Kun escaped from the packaging workshop. No one noticed, and he acted as if nothing had happened, as though it had never occurred.
Su Xingluo decided to go find Ji Minchuan in person to get to the bottom of the matter. She needed to know what this was all about and why she was made to sign those papers.
He remained separated from Ni Suanqiu by a distance of ten zhang. The two watched him and waited for several breaths; seeing that he was indeed safe, they waved and motioned for him to throw it over.
"Brothers, since the imperial officials refuse to leave us a path to survival and intend to exterminate us all, we might as well rebel against the bitches!" Zhao Li roared at the retainers behind him.

He was well aware that being able to live until now was not due to any sheer luck. He had known all along that that person would not let him off easily, yet he had never expected this matter to be spoken aloud by Yun Mo.
"Just let her come to my office, and I'll brief her on our company's previous design projects first." Gong Jian hurried over to Chopra and pulled her into his office.
The reason was simple: where there are celebrities, there are paparazzi. Ubiquitous paparazzi would disrupt the lives of the masters living here. The owners of this place were either wealthy or noble, heavyweights whose mere stamping of a foot would cause Hong Kong to tremble three times. How could they possibly allow these low-class individuals to disturb their peace and privacy?
Hongshou's voice rang out. Yun Mo snapped out of his trance, took a deep breath, and thought: Since the decision has already been made, what is there to let go of? This is better for everyone. Rather than tormenting each other later on, enduring a short pain is better than a long one.
Abandoning one's capital and country is an eternal humiliation, but virtually all dynasties throughout history have been divided into northern and southern counterparts. From now on, the Li family's dominion might become the Southern Qian and the Northern Qian, but it will definitely no longer be the Great Qian—unless the descendants of the Li family can lead a massive army to retake the world. However, both Bian Shizhi and Zhu Xian were certain of one thing: at least Emperor Xuanyan was incapable of doing so.
If anyone knew Murong Ningfeng's thoughts, they would surely spit right in his face: Have you no shame left, sir? You killed the man yourself, yet you complain that he died too miserably and scared your apprentice? Are you even human?
The gazes of the crowd seemed capable of piercing through the screen; whether the upcoming move would succeed depended entirely on this single moment. At that very instant, the Turtle Demigod also seemed to sense something, casting its eyes forward.
He was still panting heavily, realizing for the first time how wonderful a thing it was simply to be able to breathe. He was also aware of his unsightly appearance just moments before, and now he curled his body inward as much as possible, terrified that the young man would hold a grudge against him.
The phantom of a blood-red giant serpent roared across the sky, materializing behind him and displaying an incomparable, violent divine might.
Following the strange tremors transmitted from the Star Lord's Mansion, the number of scouts they dispatched for this amounted to one hundred and seventy-five in total. It could be said that every single one of them was an elite among elites.
"Senior, I shall take my leave then, and come to pay another visit in a few days." Ling Duyu wanted to bid farewell and depart.
A moment later, the two giant serpents in the sky completely merged into one, transforming into a spiritual serpent about five zhang in length.

This Blood-Clad Guard responded in a deep voice, his body abruptly transforming into a black shadow that vanished from Chen Zheng's sight.
As the person named Qin Qizhen pressed both palms onto the crystal ball, the complex patterns on the metal-attribute stone pillar began to crawl upward, reaching the very peak.
Liu Tianhao was truly enraged. He had never expected that for the sake of further expanding his family's influence, he had abandoned true love and painstakingly pursued Lü Baojun—whom he didn't even like—only for his own people to undermine him behind his back.
"Later on, I have something even more thrilling to do than dragon hunting. If everything goes smoothly, I might just be able to acquire numerous medicinal herbs and dragon flesh," Xiao Yi said with a slight upturn of his lips, revealing a cunning smile.
"Dragon-Slaying God of War, do you know what you are doing? If you dare to kill our Young Master, no one in this world will be able to save you." The next instant, two figures descended onto the battle stage, shouting sternly and reprimanding Xiao Yi.
"No, that was just a past chapter for me. It was simply for the sake of saying goodbye and untying the knot in my heart. If he says yes, I would feel extremely fortunate not to have walked all the way through with her. If he had hidden reasons, it would just be a sigh over our mutual missed chances. I was simply unwilling to accept such an unclear and ambiguous ending," Gu Qian said.
The commentator Xiyang watched the rapidly coordinating entire roster of GNR on the screen, unable to help secretly praising the astonishing cohesion of this veteran team in the early stages of the game.
The blue-gate prompt in this game still appeared in the form of a classical poem. At this moment, the carriage had stopped at an official post road in the remote wilderness, so everyone leaped down from the carriage to get some fresh air.
They saw a long-haired man with a wicked yet handsome face enter the courtyard accompanied by another group of warriors. This long-haired man was Zhong Shilang, the second senior apprentice brother of Sakura Thirty-Eight. Having also received the news that their master was dead and fearing that the Iron-Fan Ghost would seize the advantage, he had led men to the Chunjiang Dojo.