Volume 1, Chapter 64: Xia Huai'an's Third Spring

"I don't remember either. Brother, it seems you never told me, or perhaps my related memories were also erased. However, it seems none of my main memories were wiped out, so you probably just never mentioned it to me," Wushuang said while driving the Audi A18 at high speed.

The eight men in black suddenly scattered. Some gave direct chase, while others split to the left and right, leaping onto the summits on both sides of the canyon before darting forward, attempting a pincer movement against Fang Haotian from both flanks.

Based on his understanding of Lin Jiangluo, there were likely unknown traps waiting for him outside this door, and he was certainly not going to deliver himself into them for nothing.

His voice sounded like newly melted ice, carrying half-dissolved fragments as it brushed across her eardrum.

"Then why aren't you listening to me now?" Hearing those words from him actually calmed her mind.

As Qi Shimin spoke, a burning brilliance flashed within his deep eyes. In a spot unseen by him, Lin Man's hands were clenched so tightly together that her fingernails dug into her flesh and blood, yet she refused to loosen her grip by even the slightest fraction.

Lan Qing'er closed her eyes and opened them again; all sharpness had vanished from her gaze, leaving only an unfathomable, chilling composure.

Guan Chuqi wore an air of haughty arrogance, her face turned sideways, looking as though she had no desire to pay attention to Jiang Lijun whatsoever.

"Let's go," Shao Le leaped up instantly from his chair, shaking off his previous decadence and striding forward full of vigor, completely ignoring the items on the exhibition stand—though, in truth, there was hardly anything there.

Reuniting with brothers was naturally a joyful occasion, but these sea monsters were still standing by, and it wouldn't do to just leave them hanging here.

Having carefully studied the Heaven-Earth Great Array and gradually gaining some insights, Chen Zhifan began to circulate the pure corpse Qi within his body. His heart throbbed with thunderous beats, and drop after drop of a zombie's primordial blood of life materialized out of thin air within his cardiac aperture, as if they cost nothing at all.

At this moment, trying to hide would surely alert the people in the courtyard, leaving Chen Zhifan and Ni Zihan with no choice but to stay quietly in place, not daring to make the slightest move.

Yet he could not withstand the relentless pestering from the opposing side; if he threw them all into prison, the imperial court's administration would completely collapse, and the ultimate losers would only be the royal clan of the Qi State.

After all, the Xiongnu invasion was partly caused by their own connivance, so talking about rescuing their compatriots now was more like atoning for their own sins.

"Sigh! You can't put it that way! Back then, due to various reasons, doing that was your only alternative!" The Relief Tree sensed Chen Zhifan's awkwardness and hastily smoothed things over.

At this very moment, he clearly felt pressure converging upon him from all directions across the heavens and earth.

However, the primary task right now was to repair the encampment and stabilize the morale of the troops. Yet, thinking about how much money repairing the base would cost made Zhou Hua's heart ache intensely.

The overbearing spear, carrying a fierce and lethal might, thrust forward. Relying on the horse's momentum to empower the rider and the rider's prowess to embolden the horse, it actually managed to check the advance of the Imperial Armor Army.

The Five Peaks Sect's Fivefold Origin-Returning Array had been broken, and those disciples were either dead or injured after being struck by the Myriad Ways Senluo. Tan Qingyun and Chi Feng had unleashed the Motheless Boundless, engaging in a direct head-on collision with the Old Master, and were now on the verge of death.

Because he knew that his younger brother, Ye Cheng, was in Jiangnan, she believed that Ye Cheng definitely had a way to save the Chen family.

Silica nodded, waved her left hand to summon the main window, and scrolled through the inventory to materialize "Pina's Heart."

"Rest assured, Young Lord, I will definitely not give them the chance!" Xiao Chen said with unshakeable confidence.

"Of course no problem, but where should I sign?" Kudo Yukiko smiled and nodded, completely failing to notice that Noel was faking it and genuinely believing that Noel was a fan of hers.

Sengoku, who was the focus of everyone's attention, had a face as dark as iron, his eyes split with rage. Fortunately, he was currently in his transformed state, cloaked in a golden aura that concealed his facial expressions.

The reason it yielded such wonderful results was partly because Hinata had completely given up on Naruto, which finally allowed her to notice Noel, who existed outside of Naruto.

Yet the moment he stepped into the corridor, Liu Fengming instantly sensed that something was amiss. As a professional assassin and a mercenary raised on the borderlands, his acute instincts detected a crisis.

Hearing Xia Qiu say this, Liu Qianqian immediately replied, "Since she might be a future business partner, I'll go. Anyway, it's just taking a few photos. She didn't make a big deal out of it, and since it can help Xia Qiu, I'll just go."

The Sword of Light Flight—she had to obtain it. To her, this kind of sword technique possessed special significance, far more useful than its divine nature.

Kaguya lacked such realization inside the spaceship; he kept tinkering with the craft, even dismantling half of its engines.

With the advent of the entertainment suite, all creative workers lost the channel to sell their dreams. People only needed to spend a tiny sum to purchase an entertainment suite to customize any movies, comics, or variety shows that suited their personal preferences. However, this process was essentially the very act of creation itself.

What was originally meant to express the unyielding courage of daring to offer direct remonstrance, even at the cost of death, gradually degenerated into a tool used by officials to coerce the emperor. It was always: "If Your Majesty refuses to heed this old minister's advice, this old minister will smash his head against this pillar and die."

"When the two worlds merged, Sir was the one who suppressed the malevolent Qi of both realms. Therefore, the manner in which the worlds merged was entirely governed and completed by Sir's subconscious..." Yifeishi explained.

Even the pistils and stamens had distinct differences, not to mention the green leaves above—one pair pitch-green and lifeless, the other lush, tender, and dripping with vitality.

He had never set foot on a truly perilous frontline battlefield, and naturally could not have imagined that players active in such a place would be so fiercely aggressive.

They spoke of his wealth and nobility, of his power to shroud the skies with a single hand, yet at the very peak of his glory, he chose to retire from the rapids and become a commoner.

The battle report regarding the sky fortress coming under attack had already been sent back to the home planet. After all, Xie Mao had obliterated so many shuttlecraft, and the two high-ranking concubines of Gan Linjiu had also perished; such an event could not be covered up. As the theater commander, it wasn't too difficult for Yansiting to obtain the details of this report.

The plump elder moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing. There are a hundred kinds of people and ten thousand paths; some seclude themselves to seek longevity, some stop at nothing for fame and fortune, and others keep a gentleman's single promise, abandoning life and death alike.

Therefore, he had done something he thought was correct, yet it pushed the political situation in a direction entirely contrary to his original intention.

He had to maintain his tone and speaking pace as steadily as possible so that he seemed no different from his companions; he must never let his companions discover that he still possessed emotions.

Dongfang Shuo, supporting his teacup with his right hand, paused slightly before guiding the tea into his mouth. Then, closing and opening his eyes, he slowly shook his head, evidently savoring the lingering taste of the brew.

Therefore, he only needed to ensure the safety of the medicinal pills tonight. Relieved, Xue Peng carried the box containing the pills close to his person.