Chapter 48: Contracted Squire Knight, Don't You Need to Ask My Opinion?

Therefore, after getting out of the car, I obediently followed behind Haruno as we walked inside. Yoruha walked quietly beside me, her head slightly lowered, looking as though every step she took was executed with the utmost care.

I let out a silent sigh inwardly and looked back into her eyes. It was a face that showed no flaws no matter how many times you looked at it—an existence that could be called perfection in every aspect except for her personality.

One has to admit that this tactic was extremely ruthless, yet these people died rather unjustly. They had not been captured; instead, they had merely strayed into this space by mistake, and before they could explain themselves to anyone, they met a sudden and violent death.

At the thought of death, the disciple shivered all over. Daring not to hesitate any longer, he cast one final glance at the Li residence and fled in another direction.

Drink it? Handling his liquor wasn't the issue, but drinking half a liter of high-proof liquor in one go was a method he had truly never tried before. After all, he was carrying the heavy responsibility of the Soviet Union's future; what would happen to his mission if he got drunk?

"If you wanted to leave this place, you must have had plenty of opportunities in the past. Why choose now?" Shen Cong raised his head and asked.

Zhu Lin roared, driving his blade another three-tenths deeper into Shen Cong's body. Just a little more, and it would pierce his heart. Once the heart was pulverized, even a cultivator at the seventh-tier Mountain-Moving Realm would die. Zhu Lin refused to believe that Shen Cong could survive. Just a little more, just a little more.

Just as I was letting my mind wander with these messy thoughts, my cell phone rang again—though this time it wasn't an email, but a phone call.

Of course this kind of talk couldn't fool Nimitz. Even if Jiang Haoran had no time, dispatching some high-ranking general casually wouldn't be a difficult task, would it?

"Remember, this is an order! Our island nation has no chance of backing down. Even if we must exhaust the entire strength of the base, you are to attack!" On the other phone line, the voice was ice cold.

After giving a series of instructions, Zhao Tiehu left Li Hao alone in the noisy generator room. With a flash of his figure, he slipped back out into the night and, before long, rejoined his squad.

"If they were to ambush us here on the highway, do you think they could escape the hacking and slashing of our sabers? These Communist bandits are all very crafty, so they surely wouldn't commit such a foolish act."

"To avoid conflicts, our men didn't dare push too far in. Judging by the current situation, apart from occupying the villages along the lake and those remote townships, the Eighth Route Army has abandoned all the other townships."

Yet miracles failed to appear after all, and Zhu Tu appeared instead. He showed up beside us while we were still rejoicing. Before I could even react, two streams of black halos seized both Xu Lin and Qin涛 simultaneously, leaving them completely enveloped in black light and utterly unable to move.

Pushing the wheels of her chair past Chen Qishan, she glanced at him with a warning in her eyes.

She frowned, turned her head to see that her friend still hadn't arrived, and figured that since she had nothing else to do right now, she might as well explain it to him.

"Ah-chen?" Seeing Gu Beichen, Jian Mo's eyes lit up. Forgetting all about replying to the text message, she jumped up and ran forward to embrace him.

Uchiha Izumi would become a secondary Star Soul Eye, which was essentially a Sharingan pupil, yet possessed the abilities of both the Sharingan and the Rinnegan.

"Uh, got it, alright, alright!" Hearing this, Zhao Yun turned his head back. Finding the surrounding scene indeed a bit too gruesome to look at, he patted his chest in reassurance and said.

The next day, the sun shone brightly. I was hauled up by Zhan Zhao and shoved into a carriage, still yearning to continue sleeping. At that moment, the carriage curtain stirred, and an umbrella was deposited into my arms. Without a second thought, I used it as a pillow and fell fast asleep.

After finishing her morning routine, Luo Nan shouldered his casual backpack and prepared to leave for work, only stepping out the door to remember that, damn it, he no longer had a job to go to.

"Is there really nothing that couldn't wait until tomorrow? Shushu has been coughing all day and has only just managed to fall asleep. Must you come and disturb her sweet slumber at a time like this?" Yan Wei scolded in a low roar toward Long Ze outside the door while carefully tucking the quilt around Mi Shu.

"Ye Mo, where did you learn to make your chocolate milk tea..." The lingering, unforgettable aftertaste still lingered in Oh Se-hun's mouth, and the familiar flavor involuntarily brought to mind that special someone residing deep within his heart.

What was the bodyguard looking at? Yun Moyu curiously followed his line of sight, just in time to see a sneaky figure turning around and leaving. Goodness gracious, could someone be out to get me? Ye Lingfeng? Feeling entirely ill at ease all of a sudden, Yun Moyu shuddered and thought: My good big brother! Do you really have to hold such a grudge? If worst comes to worst, I'll apologize, alright?

After all, they knew full well that if they were to turn back now, it would be tantamount to defying an imperial decree, which was a grave crime. However, at this moment, Long Teng and the others couldn't possibly care about such things, nor did the imperial edict specify exactly when they were required to reach the imperial capital.

After shaking his head in a dazed manner for a moment, he turned and left, determined to drag that blockhead along so they could break in together and rescue the tower master.

According to the speculation in the Cultivation Guide, among the planet's more than six billion people, apart from a tiny minority with special genes, as well as cultivators and those practicing specialized cultivation methods, virtually everyone carried fragments of demon tribe genes in their bodies. This meant that all of them would eventually undergo the process of demonization.

Concluding his consultation with Tao Jiahao, Luo Nan carried a large cardboard box, his footsteps heavy and uneven as he walked out of Golden Wheat Fields. Inside the box were his personal belongings—the memories of his struggles over the past two years.