Chapter 140: An Old Dog

The people nearby, seeing the anger on the face of the person onstage, came up with a bold idea.

When the person onstage heard the suggestion of taking back the blue-and-white porcelain vase, a sharp glint flashed through their eyes.

The idea was simply far too audacious.

The Wang family had bought the blue-and-white porcelain vase at an astronomical price and then hurried back to Kyoto. Was that not precisely to avoid leaving it in Jinling long enough for complications to arise?

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These two were Murong Xun and Redwing. They had originally planned to leave the town before deciding what to do next, but they unexpectedly discovered traces of Huang Qiantong. At first, the two were badly startled, assuming that Huang Qiantong had come to hunt them down. They soon realized, however, that his target was not them at all.

“I wiped out a huge swath! I had no time to pick up anything from the ground, so I ran behind Ziyun Ling again. That sheet of icy rain came at me once more.”

As for the other organs, muscles, bones, ligaments, and nerves, none of them existed. There was only a chaotic mass of meridians and blood vessels.

As I swam, I considered how long one could breathe underwater. It was determined by constitution, level, and class. Warriors could last longer, while mages had the weakest endurance.

Cheng Yining’s face flashed before her eyes, and countless words drifted through her mind: pity? Regret? Cunning? Hypocrisy?

John, Lin Mo, and the others hurriedly nodded. They had never expected to have the chance to become official members of the mercenary group so soon, and all of them were beside themselves with joy.

Su Qian’ai wiped away her tears and forced herself to pull together. She walked to the door of the emergency room, watching the nurses coming and going from time to time. Yet she no longer dared to ask another question. She could only gaze at them with hopeful eyes, receiving no response whatsoever, and anxiously wait in silence.

That thrust heralded the beginning of the great battle. All kinds of auras were continually cast upon their respective allies. Flame arrows, charged rounds, lightning orbs, energy swords, and every sort of mage and esper skill streaked wildly across the battlefield. The tongues of fire from submachine guns and the furious roars of sniper rifles rang throughout the field of battle.

Stone approached step by step. The employer was on the verge of being killed, while the poison in Anya and Xuejian’s bodies grew increasingly severe, leaving them unable to summon even a trace of battle aura.

Tang Song sat beside Li Xu. He remembered clearly how Li Xu had failed to understand the significance of the hand-speed rank divisions for mecha pilots the previous day. Along with becoming even more curious about Li Xu, who claimed to have been a miserable orphan in childhood, Tang Song also began paying closer attention to Li Xu’s actions.

All of them had reached their lofty positions only after weathering storms of blood and violence. Whether it was the Heavenly Emperor or Xiao Tiandao, their judgments regarding danger were unfailingly precise. They knew which attacks they could withstand and which they could not. Merely by hearing the faintest disturbance, they could immediately determine what circumstances they were about to face.

“All right, all right. I’ll give you a proper explanation.” Mo Li let out a long sigh. He suddenly felt that, in this matter, he and Senior Brother Boyu truly had no understanding between them. He had never felt that way before.

But in truth, the Great Zhou Empire was beset by troubles both within and without, with no hope or goal in sight.

After seeing Qian Xuezi off, the Fan residence returned to tranquility. Once the night had passed, it was the seventh day after Fan Zhao’s wedding. According to custom, Fan Zhao accompanied Zhang Zhaoyi by boat back to her parents’ home. Zhang Zhaozong traveled with them.

Amid Teacher Yang’s eloquent discourse, most of the boys below the stage burst into uproarious laughter.

At the command, all the soldiers except those standing guard at the front lines sat down on the ground and happily rested.

“All right, then. I’ll ask you just one thing: do you like me?” An Hanyu stared into Yun Ruofei’s eyes as she asked.

Leng Qing led the soldiers in surrounding the people on both sides. Peng Chengzhi could still stand, though his legs trembled violently. Sun Shoucai was already unable to remain upright and knelt on the ground.

Standing aside and watching might not have been the best decision. But for Zhu Houhuang, it was the safest one.