Chapter 43 Engaging the Enemy

The implication was crystal clear: it was effortless for the adversary to arrive here, which sarcastically highlighted that the local security forces were utterly useless.

The soldiers let out a synchronized battle cry, hoisting Sun Jiao's corpse into the air on the tips of their spears and lances. Marching toward the riverbank, they intended to demand rewards from the lord and have their names recorded in the book of merits. After all, slaying an enemy general-in-chief was a monumental achievement, albeit one tinged with opportunism.

Some people say that a man only ever wants your body, but Mu Yeling's current behavior clearly proved otherwise.

How could Tong Shuying fail to understand? Every fashion designer yearned to enter that circle, for it gathered the absolute pinnacle of figures in the fashion world, and stepping foot there meant one's abilities as a designer had finally gained recognition.

Although Han Sheng had all but confirmed that Ge Qi could not possibly be Yuan Qiqi, a single sentence from her reignited hope in the depths of his heart.

Firstly, the two families had virtually no business entanglements. Secondly, since Ye Hongda had brought it up, the Feng family could hardly refuse to give him face, and thus agreed. Strictly speaking, it was Feng Linghao's father who had made the promise, never imagining that it would one day bring such relentless trouble to his own son.

For some reason, every time he saw Zhang Zifeng, he found him exceptionally grating, especially the way he looked at Juan'er, which struck him as unbearably glaring.

A pair of fragrant lips swiftly sealed Chen Long's mouth, and the two of them, locked in an embrace with one pressing against the other, began a passionate kiss. With his feet off the ground and relying entirely on his arms for support, Chen Long felt not the slightest fatigue, entirely intoxicated by that supremely sweet and enchanting contact.

Over on the side, the Yuan family watched in bewilderment as the news refused to drop from the trending lists, growing increasingly viral instead, and hastily placed another call to inquire about the situation.

Bai Chun walked up to the front gate of his home. After opening it, the first thing that met his eyes was a completely deserted courtyard.

Suddenly, the sharp ringing of metal clashing echoed through the air. A brown ancient zither materialized in Ning Yue's hands. As his fingers brushed across the strings, pale cyan zither ripples flew forth, colliding with the fist print and shattering it.

Having thought this far, Xin Ying decided to temporarily swallow her doubts, though she still stole a sideways glance at Shen Xiaoxiao. The meaning was blindingly obvious: she was not someone who could be brushed off so easily, and this matter was far from over.

Bai Chun said to her, "Let's go, let's get a bit closer and take a careful look at this old house." With that, he began to move forward.

In this regard, Zhang Qingsong was not exaggerating. His relationship with Bruce was indeed excellent; they were both mentors and friends who had known each other for a decade.

On Sunday, several university alumni gathered in Luan Xinjiang's dorm room, teaming up to wash vegetables and cook a meal together.

"I believe I've crossed paths with him before," Su Lili muttered, recalling the unfriendly man from that day, her expression turning gloomy.

Even through the phone screen, Su Lili could perceive the man's steady, restrained, and icy aura, making her heart tense up. She was not afraid of being met with sarcasm, but rather of being flatly rejected.

However, one could not linger underground for too long; otherwise, it would be no different from free-diving without equipment, where staying down there for a few minutes would thoroughly suffocate you.

To rule the entire realm and uphold its regime, the Qing imperial court had no choice but to vigorously honor Han Confucianism. It established imperial examinations in accordance with the traditions of successive Han Chinese dynasties, selecting outstanding talents for its own use to participate in the governance of the state.

That startled cry felt like the opening of the gates of hell. In an instant, the skies shifted, and violent winds howled furiously.

Meanwhile, onlookers chattered animatedly among themselves. When the crowd gazed once again at this thousand-strong procession, flanked by carriages, horses, and ritual vessels stretching across several miles, they grew even more acutely aware of the Shen family's thriving lineage and immense wealth.

Countless bright lights and laser beams flashed. Tonight, all the media outlets had gathered in full force. The mega-star Lin Shishi rarely held concerts—almost only once or twice a year—making tonight feel as celebratory as the Lunar New Year.

The scorpion zombie was, after all, a formidable commander with extraordinary strength, yet standing before this zombie, it felt immense pressure and strain.

"Master, the twenty-four thousand blood essences previously bestowed by the blood beast are already sufficient for you to exchange for a treasure that conceals your identity. Could it be that you do not intend to use them?" the blood spirit asked doubtfully at this moment.

A full ten breaths of time had passed since Lin Yi loudly proclaimed his innocence and stated the truth of the matter.

"Hurry up, eat it for me! Take huge bites and eat it all up! You must consume it in the shortest time possible to restore the primitive bloodline of the *Hou* within your body," Xiao Kuang urged anxiously.

At the same time, wearing a hat, it was quite difficult to make out his facial features clearly. Compounded by the pitch-black surroundings, the flashlights in everyone's hands could only illuminate a very limited area.

Meanwhile, countless cultivators had gathered around Chunhe Mountain, all having heard that the Hip-Hop Buddha was coming to deliver and liberate the grievances lingering upon the mountain.

Hearing this, Xiao Kuang suddenly recalled that people in the Tianmai Continent whose bloodline power reached the Moon Grade would form a bloodline space of their own, let alone those at the Sun Grade.

A warm breath emanated from the palm resting on her waist. Bai Qin understood the implication and dared not move recklessly anymore. Covering her slightly blushing face with her sleeve, she cast a coquettish, reproachful glance with her alluring phoenix eyes up at the man towering above her.

"Obscure?" Leng Tianfeng grew even more puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" The other three also stared intently at Cao Yan, not daring to breathe a single heavy breath, lest they miss any crucial information.