24 Faith

He stood behind Gu Suiyi, feeling both sorrow for the passing of Old Master Gu and empathy for Suiyi's grief.

The remaining spikes pierced his body; their sharp ends blossomed into flower shapes, yet they took root within him, imprisoning his Nascent Soul inside his body. Black threads extended from the spikes, their tremendous force hurling him through the air.

"How about you help me release it with your mouth?" Gao Yiwei approached Cheng Feifei with a double entendre.

At that moment, he felt his time travel might have some glitches. If he truly returned, what about his family in the original world?

"Hey! Are you really going to accept the evil old society’s polygamy? I don’t care; no one else can touch my man, or else I’ll make them regret it!" Xu Feifei exclaimed angrily.

Why was she forced to root herself in this pool, unable to move her feet or speak, only able to watch them with longing eyes?

Later, Gu Qingyan spoke, but the call had reached its limit, and her words could no longer be heard.

Gao Yiwei placed his sports jacket in the locker, then found an empty treadmill, switched it to free mode, walking first before gradually accelerating into a run.

"If you wish, you may take evasive action," the abbot said calmly as he stood up, not immediately opening the door but seemingly waiting for something.

The soldiers instinctively nodded along with their officer; anyone who could ask that question was hardly very bright.

Within three seconds, the city’s Japanese puppet forces lost all resistance; within five seconds, the battle was virtually over.

The Normans’ ranged firepower was meticulously layered. The farthest were counterweighted trebuchets stationed inside the city, still hurling stones into the enemy’s rear ranks. Then came five cannons and longbowmen, whose range extended between two to three hundred yards, targeting the densest enemy formations and inflicting heavy casualties.

After hearing Spade’s “threat,” Xingchen immediately softened his tone, his expression shifting completely. Watching this, Spade inwardly rejoiced; his psychological tactics had achieved their intended effect.

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Electricity, following the steam engine and internal combustion engine, marked the third power revolution. The Dinghai Navy's research into electricity had yet to reach the stage of producing electric trains. That technological leap was too vast for them to handle.

“If you agree to join my Third Reich, I can recommend you for the rank of Major General. Given your past achievements and today’s brilliant tactical analysis, I believe the Führer will not let such talent go to waste,” Guderian unexpectedly extended an invitation to Liu Lang, catching everyone off guard.

At this moment, Ye Haoxuan was a level-seven cultivator; empowered by the divine sword’s might, his strength had long surpassed level eight.

Chen Yichen grew more confident as he was praised by the group; as long as the director wasn’t foolish, he would never easily offend him.

Truth be told, the effect was quite good. Canwa began to realize that Lin Feng, the sect leader, was actually rather gentle, and the panic in her heart gradually faded.

He knew Tang Chen was strong, but he never expected Tang Chen to dispatch those four men with a single sword strike.

Bai Yun waved his robe, shutting the gate directly. The onlookers were puzzled, but Bai Yun then recounted what had occurred after the chilling snowflake cold entered his body, leaving everyone astonished.

Zhang Zheng deeply understood the elderly couple’s behavior and smiled, expressing no objection.

Gao Shuo, not waiting for her to finish, flew into a rage: “How dare you shamelessly use your adopted sister to climb the social ladder, and then try to drag me down with you?” With that, he angrily swung his sleeves and turned away.

Murong Hong closed his eyes, the shame of competing with a child for food banishing the six words that kept echoing in his mind. He calmly said, “Since she fed your child, you may take him back.” Worried he might regret it, he turned and headed toward the palace gate.

When the fireball struck the gate, it exploded instantly, causing the gate to collapse and catch fire.

Bai Rui impatiently lifted her head, but the anger rising in her throat was abruptly stifled upon seeing the man’s face.

“She said: Go back and tell your master, if he needs anything, for saving my life yesterday, I will do my best. But I do not like being spied upon.” Anqi repeated Ling Tian’s words verbatim.

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Unexpectedly, a group of soldiers burst in, intending to take Yuan Yue away, claiming she was infected with the plague and needed forced quarantine and treatment.

Yan Lang, seeing the plump ox fall to the ground, eagerly ran over and said happily.

What no one expected was that the person on the bed sat up first, his dark pupils flashing with ferocity, and suddenly leapt down again.

“Go to the captain’s cabin first!” Bai Bing withdrew her gaze from Xiang Ye and turned in another direction.

In midair, the ninth seat and Hojir clashed: one fired an invisible killer line, the other flung heaps of razor-sharp playing cards.

Qiao Qing watched as the gap between them closed, the very air thick with suffocating fear, making it impossible to breathe.

Speaking of which, the rampant counterfeiting was largely due to Jiahui. Over the years, she used the capital of the Li Group to hoard Burmese jade rough stones and controlled four or five mining sites in Myanmar, causing jade prices to soar sharply.

Bare-chested, sitting cross-legged and leaning against a cloth sack with his right hand resting on his knee, he wore a serene, carefree expression.

“Why such an expression? Don’t tell me you regret it,” Su Yinzhen smiled gently at her.

Inside the city lord’s mansion, chaos reigned. Fang Qi was asking the servants what had happened, but their answers, like the mercenary association’s guards, offered no clues.