The Ghost King Kissed His Little Sweetheart to Tears (10)

"Do you want a drink too?" Yin Hun asked her.
Hua Mi shook her head immediately, very forcefully and with great determination.
She did not like alcohol!
It was spicy and painful—neither was to her liking!
"Come here." Yin Hun tapped his fingertip on the table.
Hua Mi instantly became vigilant; instead of moving forward, she took another step back.
Going over there was out of the question!
In her memory, there was still the record of Yan Jiu forcing her to drink, and in her heart...

Seasonal fruits in this tropical coastal region were indeed cheap—practically worthless because there were so many of them. Yet, for the soldiers who had not tasted fruit in a long time, the temptation was truly no less than that of meat.

"How much do you understand?" the old man suddenly asked. This question was just as unrelated to the previous topic as could be.
Although his power was vast enough to cover the six ministries, and his son held significant military authority, if he were to directly burn bridges with the Emperor, he would undoubtedly be the one to die in the end. Thus, he had no choice but to prioritize self-preservation.

Before long, the young master gently parted his lips, and faint words drifted out from the air. To one's astonishment, these words were almost tangible; every time the young master spoke, clear characters would emerge, which he would catch in his hand and then imprint onto Qingyan’s back.

Although he was the head of the Han family, there were times when he felt powerless. A year ago, when the turmoil had just begun and the alliance had not yet been formed, he had proposed leaving the Central Province, but he was met with unanimous opposition from the elders.

Furthermore, Li Qing clearly remembered the term "Immortal Emperor" in that old man's words. He did not doubt for a moment that the old man was referring to himself.

As soon as this fellow ran into the tent, he began this exaggerated series of actions, begging as if he were taking a solemn oath. Xiao Feng smiled slightly, signaling him to skip the formalities, and then waved at the few guards beside him, gesturing for them to withdraw from the tent and keep their distance. The guards understood and promptly left.

At this moment, He Ziyan, her face flushed red, was clearly ill at ease. Seeming to have just gone through a fright, she pressed her face against his chest.

"Elder Qi!" Before he could finish his sentence, Emperor Feng let out a sharp shout, cutting him off. Elder Qi’s expression changed; realizing he had spoken out of turn, he clamped his mouth shut, cold sweat instantly appearing on his forehead.

Shen Chongming was furious. This man often boasted of his extensive experience in the martial world, yet did he not know that a starving person should not overeat?

Frankly speaking, if the four great generals of Jile performed their respective duties—Zhu Zhao with his decisive killing, Ming Hui with his aggressive fire-like tactics, Ping Lang as immovable as a mountain, and Yan Beige with his breakthrough ability—even the Hetao army would find them incredibly troublesome. Fortunately, Cheng Xianqing did not possess such broad-mindedness.

This was not empty boasting. Since he could remove bullets from his own body, he could naturally remove fat from others, though it was slightly more troublesome. He understood human anatomy very clearly and was currently advancing toward a microscopic level; removing a bit of fat was not a particularly difficult task.

He sighed, telling himself that a good man does not argue with a dog, and began to reverse, intending to find another route.

Hearing Guo Yi say this, Tong Guozhi, though very surprised, could tell that Guo Yi had no intention of killing him, which made him feel slightly relieved. Just as he was about to speak, Guo Yi suddenly raised his hand and knocked him unconscious.

"Hmph, Li Yifan, Wang Zixuan, Yang Fei'er, Zhu Dahai—I've got your numbers!" Fang Yan, completely unaware that she was being watched, said with a laugh.

Hammond Ray roared like a wild beast; the pain in his body only made him more violent as he swung his greatsword in pursuit of Zhui Ming.

"Just follow along, don't lose Lele, or Grandma and the others will surely peel our skin off when we get back," the second brother, A Zhen, said.

"I'm the boss, what I say goes. I told you to get in the car, so get in. Everything is under my control," Chen Yidao said arrogantly.

The code names for these three Japanese army units were: the 6th Division as "Black Tent," the 10th Division as "Red Tent," and the 18th Division as "White Tent." These three units were destined to split up at Jurong and attack Nanjing from the east, west, and south.

Fang Yi spoke with such righteous indignation and conviction that he actually confused Captain Yad.
Looking at the old man before him, for some reason, Fang Yi felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Just as the three were secretly regretting their actions, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open, and Lu Huamao walked in first.

Lei Jin’s consciousness flickered slightly; the grand formation that had sealed his spiritual space suddenly contracted, turning into a dense golden mesh that trapped the expanding, miniaturized abyss, while he himself was directly ejected.

Suddenly, a series of light footsteps, rhythmic and steady, resonated. In the surprisingly quiet atmosphere near the secret chamber, the sound of those feet hitting the ground was clearly audible.

God-realm experts were figures at the absolute peak of the Xingchuan Continent, but when it came to the Demon Lord of Shushan, Ye Jingyu, he was undoubtedly the peak of the peaks, an existence that any God-realm expert had to treat with caution and awe.

While the discussion on social media was at its most heated, just as they were speculating, the young master Bai’s father was now regretting it to death.

Then, Xu Ming’s figure flickered as he lunged forward. A ninth-grade bandit elite who had just finished cutting down a common guard had not yet had a chance to enjoy his victory when the tip of a spear suddenly pierced through his chest.

Suppressing their astrology completely, the two knelt on the ground; no matter how they struggled, they could not get back up.

After a long while, the several ghost cores within Bai Youling’s body finally reached a stable state, and the stored light spiritual energy allowed Bai Youling to maintain this state for a long time.

After a moment, his body gradually grew warm, but this sensation lasted only for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before vanishing. It was nothing like the scorching discomfort of the day before, let alone the expulsion of filth from his body.

The surface of the stone pillar was encircled by a dragon and elephant; the simple, rustic dragon and elephant exuded an ancient aura. From a distance, it looked like a real dragon’s body coiled around the pillar, with the dragon’s head curled at the very top.

Shi Qing did not order an attack; he had to endure, he had to wait—wait for Tang Qing to strike first. Otherwise, even if he had a thousand tongues, he would not be able to explain himself.

"You youngster, you're not bad either. Why don't we go beyond the heavens and fight with our full strength?" Gusu Xinyu sneered.

The White Tiger was one such being; he harnessed the world's killing intent to achieve his own reputation for slaughter. In ancient times, there were great powers who utilized the power of corpse-demons to their own ends, which could be called peerless.

The fire-tender squatted behind the head chef to add wood to the fire, naturally staying quite close to him; the chef’s spatula and ladle could strike his head at any moment.

Shi Jingtian also realized that a crisis was imminent and couldn't help but move closer to Qin'er, determined to keep her safe no matter what.

"The Fat and Thin Bronze Venerables! Are you two the Fat and Thin Bronze Venerables?" The Sect Master of the Poison Sect felt the two old men looked a bit familiar. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered their names.