Chapter 35

Or, to put it another way, was he using the pretense of helping to heal his wounds as an excuse to beat and ravage him?

Since he could now control the internal energy within his body and avoid the uncontrollable state that led to him fainting the first time, Lin Hui boldly and confidently channeled his internal energy into the bracelet.

Qian Zhengkan did not notice Bai Yue beside him; Bai Yue’s cloudy eyes, hidden deep beneath the hair at the corners of his eyes and deep wrinkles, were staring silently at Qian Zhengkan’s distracted face.

Ji Buping, lost in the fantasy that he was the reincarnation of a supreme overlord, remembered Airili, whose emotions had been clearly off after her conversation with True Lord Lihuo earlier that day.

He swept his gaze behind him and saw Allen Iverson, who was tightly guarding Lin Yu, and then saw Larry Hughes, who had found a completely open spot.

The young monk smiled faintly again and said nothing more, instead walking over to the remaining spot by the campfire to sit down, close his eyes, and silently recite the Heart Sutra.

The entire Moon Realm Mountain was shaking violently; the world seemed to collapse in an instant. A heavy, suffocating pressure descended, and the woodlands by the lake were littered with corpses, rivers of blood flowed, and vast numbers of creatures perished in vain.

The trail ended there. Unable to find any other useful information, Xia Ming could only report to Zhang Xiaowu. Zhang Xiaowu immediately entered the Imperial City to search for the four young boys at the Purification Quarters, only to learn that they had died the day before because they could not bear the pain.

The situation for Immortal Emperor Shui Yao was not looking good; she was being pushed step by step by that expert in the fourth realm of Spirit Refining, and this was only because the opponent was holding back.

He Yingwu flew backward and smashed hard into the wall, breaking several bones in his body.

He had barely warmed his seat when the person in charge of the peak’s affairs hurried over.

Although Li Ning knew he was in the wrong, he refused to lose face. He had long been accustomed to being a rogue, and besides, he had promised to return the "Red Gimmick" in a few days—that was already him giving more than enough face.

"So, what you mean is that you currently have no evidence to prove you are innocent, right?" Someone rubbed their forehead, feeling powerless.

"You’ve been dancing so vigorously since the start; aren't you really tired after dancing for so long?" An elegant voice drifted from the mist and rain.

"Attention, everyone! The Turkic army is about to strike! They are coming from the southeast! Form a defensive line and prepare for battle!" Lai Hu'er commanded.

Hu Dan and Yao Dahai held their breath. They were truly afraid that with that single stroke, Tong Zijian would die so inexplicably. While everyone must die eventually, it would be truly frustrating to die without even knowing what had happened.

Why did he want to slap himself so hard? The taste of lying was truly not easy to swallow. I am an honest and upright good kid; lying really feels terrible. This is all Zhao Shuixian’s fault. Sigh, encountering such a persistent girl is truly troublesome, Yang Lefan thought to himself secretly.

"It’s okay, just give it a try. I’ll wrap you in earth elements. If something goes wrong, I promise to knock you out immediately, summon the Forest Goddess or whoever, and heal you again!!" Feeling anxious and overheated, the person could only beg Huan Luo.

Thinking this, she still had no intention of helping. She shifted her feet and walked to the only part of the room that hadn't been rummaged through, admiring the room’s décor.

"Young Master Pei, honestly, I’ve always envied you and your wife for having such a deep bond." As soon as Tang Lanhui went upstairs, Chen Qiang began to speak, emboldened by the alcohol.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when they arrived at the Imperial Capital, yet the city, being the capital, was still bustling with traffic.

"Now, mount the wooden wheels." At this moment, Bruce instructed the serfs and craftsmen to bring over the wooden gears and rotors that had been crafted earlier. After half a day of work, they finally installed the gears and rotors.

In order to borrow the electric bicycle, Cheng Chumuo had truly gone all out, gambling away his future freedom.

It was now nearing the end of the workday, and the colorful cars on the street were gradually increasing in number. A matte black car moved slowly among them. Other vehicles intentionally or unintentionally cleared a wide, empty path to let the hearse pass more smoothly.

Father had refused the money given by his maternal grandfather and had not eaten their food, saying that a true man does not accept charity.

On the stage, in the camp where the War God Wushuang was located, Chen Shu stared agape at his own suicide notification.

Although she was only a little over 1.5 meters tall at fourteen, she knew very well that she would shoot up to 1.63 meters by the time she was sixteen.

This was a common tactic used in the cultivation world when selling manuals and classics. High-level cultivators possessed powerful souls and could memorize the content of a book almost instantly; if a buyer finished reading it and then made excuses to demand a higher price or simply refused to pay, the seller would suffer a great loss.

On Suzaku Avenue, Cheng Yaojin followed Li Zexuan, nagging incessantly with a sense of disappointment in his protégé. At this moment, Cheng Yaojin was like a seventy- or eighty-year-old grandmother, rambling on without end.

"En." Shen Kang scooped a ladle of water from the water vat, took off his shirt in the biting wind, tied it around his waist, and rinsed the sweat off his body.

Sitting on the sofa to rest, not long after, a message popped into my chat box. Upon opening it, I saw it was a voice request from Yue Han Feixue.

"Won't we be shot down by the War Star base controlled by the Senzhou team?" Luo Gandao asked with some helplessness.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out! Just as many thought this extremely arrogant young man was about to leave this world, Wuming appeared behind Clindo like a ghost, a smile on his face, his hands playfully turning a bullet and a pistol.

"That's right. I originally followed my mother's surname, Chiba, and was called Chiba Shin. Later, when my mother married my father, I changed my name to Nagano Shin." Nagano Shin could not understand Bian Long's intentions, but there was nothing to hide regarding a simple question about his name.

His hands didn't stop; he drew the Mengxue Sword and moved forward with a basic attack followed by a Rising Dragon Slash, draining the last of its health and ending its humble life.

Accompanied by the sound of cavalry trampling over the road paved with corpses and blood, the Xiongnu swarmed toward the Breaking Formation Battalion like locusts. As the former overlords of the grasslands and a tribe born on horseback, the Xiongnu's mounted archery was unrivaled on the steppe. Even if their arrows were not as sharp as those of the Han, they would still kill.