Volume 1, Chapter 26: Where is the Pacifier?

Fang Ji shook his head; it seemed Tang Xiao had no intention of telling him the truth. Since that was the case, there was no need to ask further.

In Liaodong, with Shenyang as the center, the Ming army continuously deployed forces to the north and east, sweeping away the remaining Tatars from the land. The main force followed Huang Taiji westward, relentlessly squeezing his living space.

He saw the soldier who had just emerged from the branch tunnel walk over to a wall, open the lid of a long ammunition crate stacked there, and retrieve several cans, calling over a few idle soldiers to help him carry them back into the tunnel.

Regardless, with strong men and sturdy horses, a tough battle was nothing to fear. This was a once-and-for-all solution, and it was worth the effort.

The young ghost already bore the aura of the Ghost Seal, which those two fat and thin ghost messengers would surely recognize.

However, the underlying intent here was vastly different from the arguments made by the talented Chu back during the "Longzhong Plan."

The one called the boss was a boy of only seventeen or eighteen. Although his skin was tanned dark and his eyes were sharp and cold, his face remained youthful; one could tell at a glance that he was quite young.

Upon hearing this, the young police officer hurriedly whispered a few words to the fat officer. The more the fat officer heard, the more shocked he became, nodding continuously while his face turned rather pale.

Chu Jiangqiu was truly not just flattering him with this statement; it was exactly what he felt in his heart.

Although he saw the Japanese officer fall, Sun Yumin still sighed deeply, muttering to himself, "Sigh, my marksmanship has regressed." He had aimed for the man's head, but instead hit his chest. The Japanese soldier was dead, but that was just luck—next time, he might not be so fortunate.

No matter who it was, it was impossible for anyone to admit they were dead and base their considerations on that fact.

"Alright... alright, both of you, calm down." Leticia hurriedly tried to mediate. Yao looked on as if it had nothing to do with him, while White Yaksha held her stomach and roared with laughter.

Throughout the long history of Khanduras, eye color symbolized one's bloodline, and brown eyes were not considered a noble shade.

However, she did not truly come from the future; even her own memories were nothing more than fabrications. Could such memories really be trusted?

Those in high positions all have their quirks. The reason Fu Dai treated Er Zijian that way was partly because he was used to interacting with him in that manner—it could be called trust, or it could be called the habit of being a superior.

With the powerful propulsion of the spacecraft, maneuvering the four massive gold plates was naturally not a problem.

"Why do you say that?" You Zishi asked, feeling very strange. Clearly, just moments ago, his mentor had been singing with such passion on stage as if he controlled the entire world—why had his mood shifted so drastically now?

Although her confidence annoyed Naniya, and the expressions of the Westmarch knights were somewhat peculiar, the professionals who had originally followed Amber greeted Donia quite naturally and provided the intelligence they had gathered so far.

Being able to return alive was, for Wucai, the greatest hope and the only thing she felt was currently achievable.

Sure enough, relying on overwhelming power, the opponent's use of superpowers was completely reckless, with telekinesis and other psychic abilities being used incessantly.

Baoxin tried her best to look inconspicuous. After glancing at her and the two guards behind her, the ladies laughed and walked away.

"By the way, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Lin Feng. I wonder who you are?" Lin Feng stepped forward and said.

On the platform, three thousand disciples sat cross-legged, all wearing white robes, silently chanting something in unison.

"Exactly. With such high-quality medicinal herbs, they should have been brought to our Immortal Pill Sect voluntarily. If these herbs were truly wasted and only produced second or third-grade pills, Lady Bai would be a sinner."

One of the Ancient Soul Clan experts lunged directly at Li Dalong, his soul body swelling violently.

In fact, if Chen Qi had not catalyzed the A-grade "Gas Control" superpower he obtained from Wang Mi into an S-grade, he would never have been able to capture this S-grade evolved spiritual energy.

Lin Feng fished his phone out of his pocket and saw a call from Bai Muxue; he answered it immediately.

While hesitating, Bai Muxue suddenly glanced at Lin Feng, who was sitting to the side without saying a word. She didn't know why, but while Lin Feng usually offered her advice, today he was uncharacteristically keeping his distance. Especially seeing Lin Feng leisurely drinking tea made her teeth itch with frustration.

After all, they were from the Special Intelligence Bureau and the Adjudication Bureau; those who could participate in this class by Teacher Chen were absolute elites.

The headless corpse collapsed heavily, and more white worms surged from the severed neck—a sight that made one nauseous.

Ouyang Zhiyuan's face darkened. Lady Du, knowing this was the precursor to his rage, dared not say anything more and left, heartbroken.

Song Junxi was naturally unafraid and met his gaze, but ignored his words completely, his hand stubbornly remaining wrapped around my waist.

He remembered that when he was courting her, the first bouquet of flowers he gave her was lavender. Even then, he knew the language of lavender very well.

The group began to chat, and no one mentioned Walker's birthday. Lian'er just clung to Walker's side, not saying a word, blinking her eyes as she watched him.

Just like now, even the swords could not guess how Peng Lifeng would deal with Fei Ming. From the time Peng Lifeng fell for Ji Wange until today, they had overcome so many hardships and obstacles. Just as they were finally on the verge of success, someone who couldn't read the situation had to come and stir up trouble.

Everyone sat around the table. The eldest brother poured half a glass of red wine, and the second brother added Sprite to his own glass of red wine.