Volume 1, Chapter 59: That Blind Little Boy

He had thought that the rumors were untrustworthy, that Noble Consort Rong was merely exquisitely beautiful, and that Lord Yue had simply found it hard to resist a beauty's charm. Now that he had played enough, he naturally discarded her like a worn-out shoe.

That figure, however, flipped head over heels back onto the previous bed, the muscles all over his body bursting open and oozing purple-black blood.

However, the defensive-type military units were truly no joke when it came to their defensive capabilities. After the first twenty rounds of artillery bombardment, those bizarre Zerg units suffered almost no damage. In the subsequent rounds, the casualties among the Zerg units remained minimal.

Seeing Officer Li deep in contemplation, Lin Tao found it impolite to disturb him further. He bowed to take his leave and agreed to come over bright and early the next morning.

A moment later, the monkey crawled out of the crater, charred all over. Having reverted to its simian form, much of its golden fur had fallen off. It coughed up a large mouthful of blood, lay flat on the ground, and panted heavily.

However, when that fellow was setting all this up, wasn't he worried about being seen from the first floor?

Prefect Tao and the three scholarly gentry members naturally would not sit and wait for their doom. Instantly, each of them materialized poems into soldiers, mobilizing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth to summon their poetic warriors, and charged aggressively toward the demons on the opposite side.

All the sea monsters tried every trick in the book, struggling desperately; yet the harder they resisted, the tighter the bindings became.

"Report: According to the message sent back by Marshal Baitu, Commander-in-Chief of the Thirty-Ninth Army, a Zerg Overlord has been discovered in a remote galaxy under his assault." Far away in the Baidi Galaxy, situated some ninety-three million light-years from the Daqi Galaxy, the chieftain of the Baidi clan received the report.

In other words, Su Zheng's current heavenly tribulation had long surpassed the Immortal Monarch tribulation of ordinary people. The power of his first and second tribulations was even more terrifying than the ninth tribulation of many others.

Although he was wearing sunglasses, his highly recognizable face still made it impossible for anyone to ignore him.

The man stood up, dropped his cigarette butt onto the ground, extinguished it by grinding it under his heel, and bent down to pick it up and toss it into a trash can. Then, he walked directly toward the group. The folding utility knife that had been in his pocket appeared in the palm of his hand, though the blade remained unpoised.

"As long as you weren't freezing, that's fine. But what does throwing the animal hide into the river have to do with making it warm?" Mo only took in half of Gu Huaijin's words, choosing to wisely ignore anything concerning Baishu.

"What on earth are you doing? How could you let such a prime opportunity slip away! Didn't you see that she was already wavering and ready to help us?" Lin Weiwei was furious, glaring angrily at his wife.

Feeling the surrounding immortal energy being sealed off, the ancestor of the Luo family wore a trace of disdain on his face. Following this, he waved his large hand, directly condensing a blade forged from the power of laws within his palm, and brought it down in a single slash against the surrounding golden cage.

Aunt Qiu's return had filled her with a sense of crisis, terrified lest she be driven away. During this period, she performed with desperate effort, wishing she could even feed Mu Yao by hand.

Before coming here, Li Xiang and Duan Daozi had already considered every possible scenario they might encounter, including this very scene. After all, the Jingzhong Building was the home turf of the Qilin Hall. Once their side was suppressed to the point where even the sound of gongs and drums couldn't get out, how could they possibly play this game?

Flying leaves capable of injuring people—everyone present drew a sharp breath of cold air, utterly stunned by this breathtaking and astonishing display of mastery. Injuring people with flying leaves was something Duan Wudi could also accomplish, and he had always firmly believed that only he was capable of it. He could not help but let out a silent sigh.

Although unspoken rules were an open secret in the entertainment industry, no one would ever bring such matters out into the open under the public eye.

"Go find the steward right now and have him send someone to clean up our courtyard. As for the rest—the damages and whatnot—I will take care of counting them myself," Red Peony said without standing on ceremony with White Peony, issuing her instructions directly.

On the street, street vendors were beginning to pack up their stalls. A rather old, large yellow dog lazily sprawled out beneath the ancient locust tree at the entrance of the town, licking its fur while watching children chase and play merrily not far away.

Chen Yuanyuan gently touched the fingertips of both hands together, holding them near her lower dantian, her thumbs and index fingers forming an eerie, near-perfect rhombus.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he was faced with Shen Lan, an absolute super freak. The opponent's brute strength, formidable combat skills, and even the Fierce Tiger's Killing Momentum—a technique usable only at the fourth rank—were all unleashed.

It was obvious that this kick had dislocated Tong Sheng's wrist, yet Tong Sheng showed no reaction whatsoever, not emitting a single groan of pain.

After placing a stone, he suddenly asked, "Did the young master learn his chess skills from the Marquis?" At the mention of the title Marquis, Han Li's expression became exceedingly solemn and respectful.

It turned out that Hooge had been lingering a hundred paces away, searching for an opening. What he was waiting for was an opportunity—an opportunity when Chongzhen was utterly exhausted—so that he could shoot this fatal arrow.

His strength was fairly decent. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to escape without a scratch under the encirclement of several top-tier spiritual masters.

Through the recent exchange of blows, the opponent could gauge his approximate strength and then make adjustments to gain the upper hand.

Murong Yun felt a turbulent, churning mix of myriad emotions in her heart, utterly unable to find any peace no matter what.

Because the crucial characters had vanished, he was unable to continue, rendering this attempt a wasted opportunity. Ten seconds later, everything reset. A large number of characters needed to be memorized attentively; the exact position of each character, as well as the duration of its illumination, required precisely calibrated control.

Time resumed its flow because of a snort from the white horse. The short, plump man nimbly rose from the ground, brushed the dust off his body, and rolled toward Chang Gehan like a ball of flesh.

As if hearing Zhang Jian's loud cry, the ghostly wails abruptly vanished. Before we even had time to soothe Zhang Jian's emotions, we heard the tightly shut door being pounded heavily, making loud thumping noises.

"Be happy, or else I will stop at nothing to snatch you over to my side," Zhong Hao said firmly before getting into the car and driving away.

The cavalrymen on the warhorses wore light armor and held high sabers that gleamed coldly under the sunlight. The warhorses were also armored, with only their hooves exposed, and as they pounded the earth, they caused the ground to tremble violently.

Chen Jun's expression grew increasingly ferocious. No matter how muddle-headed and incompetent Chen Shubao might be, Jiangnan was, after all, the land where their ancestors had lived. What did they know of the Sui dynasty rulers? They only knew that right now, their parents, wives, and children could eat their fill and dress warmly, and their families even had surplus grain left over to trade for a jar of white wine to satisfy their cravings.