Volume One, Chapter 33: My Colonel Father

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Pan Gufang seemed quite confident in this idea of his, having already considered many possibilities.

Teng Xian was hungry to begin with, and this oversized military ration pill happened to give off the fragrance of grain. Moreover, it was a three-mark elixir with remarkably potent effects. After chewing it a few times, Teng Xian immediately wore an expression of great satisfaction.

The sound was so loud that not only Zhu Long on the phone, but even the shadow sitting on the platform behind Wang Lang, could not help staggering. It nearly fell straight off the platform.

He no longer even regarded the Nine Yang Heavenly Wheel Divine Aspect of the Nine Yang Heavenly Skill highly. Instead, he wished to use every divine pill within his body to condense an ultimate divine aspect.

Liu Haoyang raised his head and glanced at the sky, faintly wanting to laugh. As for what it was all for, even he did not know.

Relying on his formidable skills as a trainer, Mo Wuqian successfully obtained eight Gym badges and earned the qualification to participate in the League tournament.

The long blade mark swept past Qianye Mako’s body by the narrowest margin. The fierce blade aura and force even shredded one of her sleeves, revealing her snow-white arm. Had she been just a little slower, she would have been cleaved in two.

Having said this, the gray-robed man did not wait for anyone else to place a bid. He directly tossed a storage pouch toward the blood-robed man.

At this point, the tall man beside him, Kuai Dian, said loudly, “Exactly! Thanks to Brother Huan’s reminder, I chose these Ten Directions Rings of immeasurable power. I will certainly repay you in the future. Ha ha!” As he spoke, he turned to glance at the ring-shaped magical artifact hanging across his back, his eyes filled with affection.

Chu Lingzhi spread her hands. The evening scenery of the manor was rather pleasant, so she leisurely made her way toward the fountain.

At that moment, her pupils were already filled with black smoke, just like those beneath the hood of a monster.

She possessed the body of a High God. Although she had lost all her magical power, her age of tens of millions of years remained. This parasite could draw her into an illusion, but it could not make her lose herself within it.

But Uchiha Natsu did not need to worry about chakra. The chakra used to digest food was insignificant compared with the total chakra of her shadow clones.

Blood flowed along the long sword, and some of it even dripped down the blade with sharp, pattering sounds.

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Nangong Yeheng turned his head and glanced at Huo Luan, then walked to the sofa and sat down in a comfortable position.

Sun Tong recalled Lin Dafei’s appearance. He found the man somewhat familiar, as though he had seen him on television.

This was the result of the Blue Shield Mercenary Group’s highly coordinated deployment of its encircling net. It was precisely because the net was so rigorously arranged that it became increasingly difficult for A Nan to break through the layers of obstruction and escape.

The depths beneath the water were not completely dark. A faint glimmer could vaguely be seen shining far below, like a huge blue gemstone that stirred an irresistible longing in anyone who saw it.

After class, Tang Luoxin took out her phone and was about to send Lu Jingnian a message when an important piece of information caught her attention.

“Don’t be angry anymore. I really will remember from now on.” Dong Ru was afraid that Wei Qilang was angry with her, so she coaxed him in a soft voice. She had not even thought carefully about why Wei Qilang had gotten up so late at night. Yet to Wei Qilang, that delicate tone carried not only tenderness, but also the languor and allure of the deep night.

Ying Li looked somewhat unnatural. He gave a casual, awkward laugh, ignoring his mother’s cries of “Oh, oh!” behind him. Then he opened the front door and ran outside.

Dong Ru was shy by nature. Although Wei Qilang’s expression was perfectly normal, she still did not dare look him directly in the eye. She lowered her head and nestled against him, gently shaking it. Wei Qilang’s expression softened as well. One arm held her close while the other tenderly stroked her back.

Following Grandmaster Hong’s incantation, a strand of white spiritual energy appeared on the Seven-Star Compass. It gradually shifted shape in the air and, after several seconds, transformed into a white sword composed of seven white clouds of energy. It hovered before Grandmaster Hong, buzzing incessantly and appearing extraordinarily wondrous.

“All right, all right. Let’s go find that bastard. I wonder whether he’s been waiting impatiently.” Tushan Honghong spoke.

Jianglin Town lay within Qingzhou territory. The city of the administrative commissioner who governed the largest administrative region in Qingzhou was Yecheng. Yecheng was also the largest city along the Chu State’s northern frontier for a thousand miles in every direction.

Dong Ru nodded, then turned to gaze at the person beside her. Her heart softened. His tall, straight figure seemed to radiate an endless strength that constantly influenced her, filling her with a sense of security and peace.

As Dong Ru looked at him, a dull ache gradually tightened around her heart. She suddenly realized that she had never truly paid attention to his inner feelings. For so long, she had simply accepted everything in comfort, fulfilling what she believed were the duties and obligations a wife was supposed to bear, yet she had never once stopped to consider him carefully.

Having said this, Brother Wei took another bottle from his pocket. Heaven only knew how many bottles he had hidden on him. He was like Doraemon, pulling out one item after another. It was truly astonishing.

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Dongfang Bai and the others had just entered the city after a long and exhausting journey when a group of people stopped them.

These white-collar workers were probably under considerable pressure in their daily lives. After a few drinks, they seemed eager to vent their emotions, becoming somewhat unhinged and loudly clamorous.

As he spoke, his gaze seemed to catch sight of something, and the smile at the corners of his mouth suddenly took on an evil cast.

After Qiao Bing heard what Huo Zhen said, she turned her eyes toward Luo Wanxin, whose face was twisted with anger. Her gaze was filled with contemptuous amusement.

Because there were no city defenses, all the camps were actually enclosed by a row of tall wooden fences. The so-called camp entrance was merely an opening in that fence.

Su Mianmian was genuinely afraid that the domineering man, Li Jinye, would drag her out of the car, so she obediently put on her backpack and got out. Li Jinye then pulled her, despite her reluctance, toward the villa’s main hall.

Lan Fei looked around. The basement was spacious, but apart from the rough stones, there was only a single dim yellow lamp, making it difficult to see clearly. The air was extremely stale, and she felt uncomfortable. After thinking it over, she decided they should hurry and choose the rough stones.

It had to be said that many battle-crazed players who coveted this siege were green with envy. They could only lament that even a fortune could not buy the wisdom of hindsight, while Huangji had already launched its attack.

Behind the banners, the troops marched in perfect unison, advancing camp by camp toward the commander’s platform where the wedding had been held the previous night.

They had been separated from the person they loved most for more than ten years and had not seen each other since. Because of that, this humble sense of relief at the present moment was especially painful to behold.

“All right.” Jiang Yejin did not hesitate either. She helped Lan Fei tidy up quickly, then headed straight for the dormitory.

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