Chapter 50

"No one touch, this is mine!" Luo Yang hoisted a case and opened it. Inside were neatly arranged chains of ammunition designed for his light Gatling gun, finally freeing him from the agonizing constraints of dwindling firepower.

Around noon, she searched everywhere in the company but could not find a single animation script. All those in the know kept their lips tightly sealed, as if deliberately guarding against a specific person.

Her eyes happened to catch the man's large head. By the time she regained her senses and opened her mouth to scream, the man lunged forward and covered her lips.

As Taichu began refining spiritual elixirs, Ye Nan returned to his chambers to study the realm of spiritual arrays. The deeper his understanding grew, the greater his admiration for the creator of this sacred array manual became.

They were merely listening, just hearing what plans the half-grown youths might have, with no guarantee of success.

Ye Leping possessed a top-tier spiritual physique, closely approaching supreme quality; in terms of innate talent, few could rival him. As for Ye Nan, it went without saying—his potential in both soul power and spiritual energy was terrifyingly high.

Only then did he discover that those ice dragons had not all scattered. One of them was particularly agile, practically like a living creature, swimming through the water. Its fierce eyes swiftly turned toward him, and with an angry roar, it lunged forward once more.

Casting two more Fireball spells to incinerate the two corpses, Li Hao returned to his car and drove to the airport to pick up Yang Siyu.

This girl was truly something else; she hadn't even given him time for an introduction before getting so excited, risking frightening Dong Shuqian in the process.

Should they resort to archers, the defenders had even less to worry about. The city walls were thick, and they held the high ground upwind. A slight breeze could cause no harm whatsoever, leaving attackers standing idly with nothing to accomplish. As for battering the gates with logs, the gates remained completely unshaken. It was a mystery how they were constructed; not only did they stand firm against every blow, but they were also as impregnable as a fortress.

In contrast, the expression on Lin Jianxi's face was much more relaxed. It was just a game, and since they were opponents to the people on the other side, exchanging a few provocative words was no big deal. There was no need to let the remarks of strangers ruin her mood or dampen her spirits.

The provocative man's entire face instantly turned the color of a bruised plum, and he scurried back to his seat like a fugitive.

The summer days were scorching, with a gentle breeze carrying a wave of stifling heat. The slightest movement brought a sticky sweat, and since Jiuzhu was a restless spirit who loved to move, she had to change her outfits at least three times a day, constantly whining about the heat. Yet, they dared not place too much ice in the room; Jiuzhu had a constitution sensitive to extremes—she could tolerate neither intense cold nor stifling heat, requiring a perfectly temperate environment.

Mo Youxun cast a sideways glance at her, then walked over to the peach tree beside the tombstone. This was the thickest peach tree on the entire island at the center of the lake, bearing a striking resemblance to the ancient trees from that peach grove of the past years.

Zhao Ningxu sat in her chair, feeling wronged and helpless, torn between leaving or continuing to wait.

"Day or night, whenever there is work, it must be finished before resting." In the military, obedience to every directive was absolute, and most of the strategic tasks required his personal review. A single minute of hesitation on his part could cost a human life.

Lin Jianxi struggled twice, failed to break free, let go, and stood frozen in place for a couple of seconds before suddenly plunging into Lin Xiangyang's embrace. Squeezing past his armpit, she grabbed the doorknob with both hands.

Lin Jianxi instinctively thought of various liquors—something that would make one pass out instantly... perhaps harsh spirits like Erguotou?

Could it be Mei Ruxue? She remembered there seemed to be an engagement between them; could it be that he still hadn't forgotten her?

Her remarks left her sisters-in-law feeling somewhat awkward, but Madam Ning remained unconcerned. Among the Ning family members, only her eldest and second sisters-in-law were her blood relatives, and after so many years apart, even the deepest bonds had faded.

Within this space existed a single black hand—the very manifestation of chaos I had witnessed within the rules.

Upon seeing me, Wu Changling flashed a smile. Then, his body slumped to the side as if about to collapse.

She obtained her divorce certificate at ten-thirty in the morning, and had an appointment to lunch with a client at twelve. If she could successfully sign this contract, she would secure a week-long extended break to reorganize the rhythm of her suddenly disrupted life.

At this moment, a corpse had unexpectedly appeared right at Dabao's feet. Even more terrifyingly, the head of the corpse was entirely missing.

Through the dim light, she saw three more figures emerge, their faces twisted into revolting grins.

On the road, a black car slowly came to a halt. The window rolled down gradually, revealing a face carrying a cold sneer.

These were lyrics, much like "The rolling Yangtze flows eastward, washing away heroes with its waves," yet the jackal spoke them in a low murmur rather than singing them, exactly as it had done last time.

The two of them, one deeply troubled and the other even more so, parted ways to return home after polishing off two bottles of foreign liquor.

Aboard the carriage with him were many children, some so filthy that their features were entirely indistinguishable.

Burning one's divine soul was a secret technique recorded within the Yellow Emperor's heritage—a measure of mutual destruction. By sacrificing the divine soul, one could instantly acquire immense power, while one's aura underwent a drastic transformation.

He wore a tattered Taoist robe, possessed a sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked face adorned with a sparse mustache, and looked as though he hadn't even washed properly, with sleep still crusted in the corners of his eyes. By no stretch of the imagination did he resemble an otherworldly master; rather, he looked precisely like a down-and-out wandering charlatan. The only thing that caught my eye was the ancient sword strapped across his back, which carried a rather imposing aura.

Therefore, after changing Dabao's diaper, she needed to bathe herself. The sour, sweaty odor clinging to her body was truly unbearable, and while waiting for Wanqing to prepare hot water, she had already shed her outer garments.

The two parked their car in a secluded and inconspicuous spot, then walked toward the main entrance. Several military personnel were patrolling near the entrance to tighten security, but Yan Tingting and You Xiaoxiao strolled past them as carefree as ordinary tourists.

With that, carrying the Silent Bottled Heaven on their backs, the two of them plunged into the dense darkness beyond the bronze door. The moment they entered, the bronze door slammed shut behind them, instantly plunging their surroundings into absolute darkness, as though the world itself had vanished.

The man before her who called himself Qin Long—or "Yan Long"—was frivolous, constantly grinning, and somewhat lecherous in daily life, yet at critical moments, he proved remarkably selfless, resolute, and decisive. The man of the past had seemed so unapproachable; Shang Yun even felt that her own demeanor had been shaped by his influence.