Seventeen thousand seventeen

All the horses of the Tian Dou Royal Knights, as well as those pulling the luxurious carriage, knelt trembling on the ground, neighing frantically in place.

As they advanced, torches mounted along the cavern walls crackled intermittently. Suddenly, a strong metallic tang of blood filled the air, startling Lin Qingxuan.

Regarding the marriage between Liu Bo and Diao Chan, once they learned of Xia Feng’s connection with Diao Chan, they abandoned any further plans. Their visit to Xia Feng this time was for an entirely different matter.

The An family continued to ignore troublesome guests they could not afford to offend, neither acknowledging nor responding, allowing free passage but offering no hospitality. If thirsty, drink from the pond; if hungry, forage in the medicinal herb fields.

Xia Feng proposed that, in the face of the impending Yellow Turban rebellion, an effective command structure must be established. Only through united effort could they overcome the crisis.

Dai Shan quickly responded, “Yes, yes! Thank you, Master Sun! Please follow me!” He respectfully led Lin Qingxuan into the county office.

Li Yuanji sent someone to inform Li Xiuning, concerned that she might rush and encounter danger on the road.

Yan Yun reached out and took someone’s spear; the metal liquefied in his hands, enveloping the Phoenix’s limbs. The Golden Crow clutched Shen Mengyuan's collar, disregarding the canopy above and ruffling her feathers as it descended.

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes wide, breaking from her cultivation. She grabbed the distracted Ning Rongrong and dashed straight out of the bedroom.

Releasing Gong Yuyue, she leaned weakly against the nearby wall, her waist bent and breath gasping in exhaustion.

Chen Ping glanced at Lin Hao meaningfully, then, with a flourish of his wide sleeves, swept up three people and soared toward the distance.

Miao Xia found it hard to believe that the usually busy Zhao Luqiang was out so early. Based on past habits, leaving at 9 p.m. was considered early; yet today, he had set out around dinner time.

Su Yuanian saw the things the original Su Yuanian had done in this world truly come to pass. Her silence caused Luo Dancheng to cough up blood. When Su Yuanian approached, Luo Dancheng struck with a sword without hesitation.

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After speaking, the chopsticks shot past Cheng Liang like bullets, pointing directly toward the forest outside the tavern.

When effective, it yields twice the result with half the effort; when detrimental, it only becomes an obstacle—like the fiasco with Caixia and the textile factory, which left nothing but a mess.

“Soy milk,” Su Yuanian said, “and I don’t want to get up.” Chu Dancheng nodded in agreement and went to fetch something for her to eat.

A strange mark flickered on the young man’s brow, yellow streams of energy faintly emanating from him, radiating a ferocious, beast-like aura. Behind him, over a dozen men in peculiar attire emerged.

Faced with such an imposing lineup, even the usually arrogant Bo Mense felt a trace of unease.

In fact, their attention was less on Ling Feng and Tang San and more fixed on the master’s face, as he clenched a cigarette between his lips, smoke billowing in waves from his mouth.

At that time, Han Feng was extremely proud and arrogant. After several refusals, seeing no way out, he reluctantly agreed. However, Han Xue strongly opposed the union, having expressed her objections more than once.

Brian shouted sternly again, his expression finally revealing a hint of panic. Long Teng’s sharp eyes immediately noticed that no arrows surrounded Brian’s body. The only arrow was the one nocked on his bowstring.

A sharp crack sounded as Ning Shuang suddenly wielded an ice sword. The white shadow flickered; the blade closed to within five inches of Amo’s chest.

The bearded man introduced the two brothers, new recruits this year from the countryside, both university students. Such talents would normally remain in the Central Plains, but lacking connections, they had been assigned to the harsh frontier of Yunnan.

“Not bad, you’ve earned merit. I’m no businessman, but who is that Taoist? Could he be from Kunlun?” Yang Qingshan asked.

Wu Di sat timidly nearby, glancing at Mai Jiaqi, who generously leaned against him on the sand.

Yang Xue felt nervous under Jiang Hen’s stern gaze, afraid to speak and disturb him.

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The three companions of the red-haired youth burst into laughter. They showed no regard for the place—cars worth hundreds of thousands would be stashed in corners here, yet your small Benben was more akin to a nanny’s car. Who had ever seen a nanny shopping in such a place?

“Using spirit essence as a guide, the demon immortal descends. We hope the exalted immortal will intervene, allowing the three to merge their souls!” Irina bowed deeply with utmost respect. This language was that of the Barbarian tribes, understood by both Charlie and Kirk. At this moment, they too knelt reverently.

Pulling her long black hair, she found a strand caught in the zipper, jamming it. Even if Murong Qiushui pulled with all her might, she wouldn’t sacrifice her precious locks. Yang Qingshan sighed, gently brushing the black strands, his fingers touching Murong Qiushui’s fair skin.

Just then, shadows shifted behind Yue Ji as a hundred burly men charged forth, positioning themselves before her.

That single punch, invincible and overwhelming, pierced through the chest of the Celestial Demon Saint, leaving bloodstains drifting in the void.

As long as Cao Cao’s most trusted adviser, Guo Jia, survived and could foresee the key points of the battle, defeat could be avoided, and history might yet be altered.

Zhou Yang nodded repeatedly as Cheng Yu accepted all of Cao Cao’s praise without humility. It was this blend of cunning and straightforwardness that earned him Cao Cao’s trust.

Jesus Bu said nothing further, stepping with lunar grace, bypassing roads to travel straight through the air toward the slum where William was.

Nami had guessed correctly; A Long was indeed furious now, because it was William’s group that had landed ashore.

“Old geezer? I didn’t expect you to still be alive,” a young man’s mocking laughter echoed slowly from the Chen family estate.

Several girls found their rhythm, and Yan Hanshui prepared to throw a bomb. Tumi transformed into a bat, harassing a ghost operative hiding nearby.