Volume 1, Chapter 29: The Crime of Abandonment!

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Although he had countless peerless experts under his command, almost all of them had been dispatched over these past few days to handle the various affairs required to launch the September national selection of military talent.

Inside was the woman who had seduced Cao Peng that day, wearing a silk gown that was, in all honesty, truly alluring.

"What? You mean this young boy is the Li-Fire Sword?" Yi Xuan found it completely impossible to accept the reality before him.

To have such a profound understanding of a project just by glancing at it—even professional analysts might not have considered so much. Zhang Wanyun could not help but feel increasingly curious about Cao Peng.

As the saying goes, judge a person by their face first. Her delicate, fair cheeks were crystal clear, like a piece of fine jade. Wearing large black sunglasses, her pert, upturned nose added countless points to her appearance.

Xia Jing had exhausted almost all her strength to complete this talent ritual. After the eerie wind swept by, strange phenomena erupted across the arena.

There were only two possibilities: either Ren Chunhua was truly innocent, or Jiang Qiubai had reached some kind of consensus with Ren Chunhua—or perhaps the Ghost Shadow Sect. If that were the case, it would explain why nothing had happened.

Zuo Jun reached out and took Zhou Yu's hand, leading her toward the thatched cottage. Zhou Yu looked reluctant, but she allowed him to lead her anyway, though her beautiful eyes kept darting toward Fang Chi'er, looking her up and down incessantly.

Long Lihai grunted, reached out with both hands to grip the Universe Subduing Demon Lock on the pig-demon's body, and with a light tug, instantly snapped the incredibly hard iron chain into two.

Such human tragedy was something Zuo Jun had never heard of. Compared to this, he felt for a brief moment that he was actually quite lucky to have only Zhao Tianshui and Xu Hua in his life.

Alright, I think I understand this matter now. It turns out that Xiao Long, a capable subordinate of the Western drug lord Ling Feng, was operating behind the scenes.

Watching Zhao Mu’s earnest and confident demeanor, most of the doubts in Bob and the others' minds dissipated. Yet, as they looked at the bright red broth in the large pot, they still wore expressions of lingering fear.

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However, the number of black creatures was simply too great; they were boundless, as if they could never be slaughtered to the last. Their sheer numbers were enough to induce despair.

Meanwhile, Tian Li and the Armadillo sighed to themselves, lamenting that they would have to go without barbecue for a while, their mouths watering uncontrollably.

Lu Can counted the rings: there were twenty-six layers in the inner disc. If one included the "Heavenly Pool" at the very center, it added up to exactly the number of three-nines.

Liu Hui and Bei Ya closed their eyes and screamed loudly, and the others joined in. Their voices echoed through the canyon and bounced back. The off-road vehicle’s flight path traced a semi-circular arc; it successfully cleared the canyon, hit the ground on the other side with a bump, regained stability, and continued forward.

It was precisely because of these two phoenix-shaped emblems that British scholar Eric concluded this was the carriage of King Zhao of Chu. While this conclusion has points worth debating, no one denied that it was indeed a carriage belonging to the royal family of Chu.

Watching Xiao Feng’s forging technique, one had the illusion of watching a grandmaster forge an imperial weapon. That feeling could not be wrong, for Chi Lian had only ever seen such a display when his own master, Liu Chenzi, was forging.

The battle here had exceeded their limits. Even the naked eye could no longer discern the details, let alone step in to help.

Hearing Qin Ruyan say this, everyone became excited, and the live stream comments began to refresh frantically.

The several guards heard the command, but their figures remained as still as statues, as if they hadn't heard Xiao Yunfei at all.

Beyond the relevant etiquette, Su Ye had also arranged other courses for her. Compared to the etiquette lessons, these were somewhat more complex. She was slow to learn, but at least there were some results.

"It’s not about whether you are careful or not; it’s that he simply cannot enter your room." Hearing the implication in her words, Yan Kaifeng’s tone turned somewhat stern.

"Panicked and flustered—could it be that you’ve done something you shouldn't have?" Crystal-clear water droplets shimmered with iridescent light under the lamp, falling from the tips of his hair.

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It’s just a few strands of hair falling out; isn't that normal? Is there any need to lose your temper first thing in the morning?

Of these, the Emperor held sixty, the Crown Prince held twenty, the Peerless Princess held ten, and the Prince of Qingping held ten.

With no one else to disturb him, Li Song, who had been happily tending to the firewood under the pot, noted that the chicken he had caught looked a bit old and needed to be stewed for longer.

However, the legendary spider lily grows on the path to the underworld, and it never attacks anyone of its own volition unless it is directed by someone.

If the elder hadn't been leading the way, it would have been easy to trigger these restrictions. A light touch would result in severe injury, while a heavy one could lead to decapitation or leave one without even a corpse to bury. In the thousands of years since the Lingyue Sect was founded, these restrictions had stopped countless greedy people and spies.

Even if it were chopped up and put in the pot, it would usually take a long time to stir-fry, yet now it had been served immediately.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was like that. I shouldn't have brought it up." Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiu felt a bit guilty, as if her previous words had sounded like intentional showing off.

An Yirou heard this and looked up at Xia Chenxuan, asking with her eyes: Does your mother not know about us yet?

Lao Sangxin and the others looked at each other, then turned to look at Ye Weiyang. Ye Weiyang’s eyes narrowed, glinting with a cold, sinister light. "Pursue! Luohua is injured; this is a golden opportunity, we cannot let them get away!" With that, he was the first to take off in pursuit.

When it came time to pay, Jiang Yu prepared to settle the bill, but An Yirou insisted on paying, as she felt guilty for having drunk so many milk teas on Jiang Yu’s tab. Jiang Yu did not insist, only saying, "My treat next time."