Volume 1, Chapter 53: The Flood Ends, and Here Comes the Cold Wave!

Yingying went to sleep very early last night, and sure enough, she woke up as soon as dawn broke.

However, no matter how long she waited, she simply could not see her Brother Zhuang Fan and Sister Xia Han emerge.

He had come following Mo Lingfeng, and his body and mind grew calm upon her return, making him feel as though his gods had descended once more. Facing this kick, he merely raised an eyebrow and shifted aside.

Hearing this, Wu Jin glanced at Mo Lingfeng's fingers. The red rashes upon them were like scabs, already scratched raw by Mo Lingfeng, with yellowish fluid forming crusts. It did not look like any ointment had been applied—Mo Lingfeng did not trust Tribute Bearer Zhang.

Chang Long did not dare to claim the title of elder brother, yet he knew Wu Jin was using a reverse psychology tactic. Stubbornly falling for it and refusing to admit defeat, flames blazed in his two eyes as he wished he could instantly forge the Heaven-Shaking Thunder to ensure the Jin Tartars would never dare to invade again.

Having a flying sword was practically like using a cheat code. In merely two days, Luo Ning flew tens of thousands of miles, arriving at the Ghost Mother Mountain of Nanzhao.

Zhu Baoer did not mind the matter at all. She first ran a few steps closer to the gate of the Western Camp, then, as if suddenly remembering something, she turned back and tightly grabbed Li Miaowang by the arm.

The petty, trivial noises from within the household, together with the sounds from outside, all seemed to conspire to paint a picture of peace and tranquility.

Back then, the militarily superior army of the Great Zheng Dynasty had no particularly effective solution against these nomadic peoples. Once the horse-riding tribes decided to run, nobody had a way to catch them.

When the others in the classroom heard that things were actually like this, a chorus of sharp intakes of breath erupted. Everyone cast gazes filled with envy and burning jealousy toward her.

Domains could also be upgraded; legend has it that the world at the very beginning of heaven and earth was transformed from the super domain of the Creator God.

Since he was a sorcerer, shouldn't he be omniscient? Or could it be that this fellow was merely a fraud with an undeserved reputation?

They engaged in heated discussions, whispering among themselves, guessing at their identities and wondering why they were escorting so many people.

"Qin Su, the collapse of the Wang family should be a good thing, but recently I've always felt uneasy. Do you think the Wang family might grow desperate and resort to some unexpected actions?" Mu Zhi said with a worried expression.

Father Su was not deceiving Su Rui. The couple consisted of a university professor and a state-owned enterprise senior executive; their regular salaries and welfare benefits were quite good. Coupled with the several properties the family owned, the monthly rental income alone exceeded Su Rui's salary.

He had not changed his clothes and was still wearing that black jacket. After all, he had originally intended to take his boss out to show off on the streets, so he naturally had to look even more arrogant and youthful than usual.

Having finished speaking, Shui Moqie closed her eyes and fell silent. She had just calculated a portion of what was to come, but the result was far from satisfactory.

A disgusted Chen Wuji vomited the meal he had eaten the night before, then delivered another flying kick that sent Shi Le tumbling face-first into the dirt in a most ungraceful manner.

"Mr. Hua need not blame himself; everything has its destined course. Since we chose to participate in this operation, we must be prepared to make sacrifices. Surely Mr. Hua came here holding this very mindset?" Ge Yunbing approached Hua Wuming and said with a faint smile.

Having sat for over an hour, it happened to be lunchtime. The Empress Dowager felt that the hand warmer in her hands was no longer very warm, so she called out.

Lü Qingcheng instantly felt a stabbing pain in her eyes—how ruthless! Without her eyes, the world lost all its light.

Catching her first glimpse of the bustling Southern Commandery—which was still considered a border town—she saw throngs of people of all appearances coming and going. The commandery city housed hundreds of thousands of souls, a sea of bobbing heads where the streets stretched endlessly into the distance.

"Understood, Young Master!" Zhang Han knelt on one knee, kowtowed three times, then leapt out of the cave and sped away. Unable to persuade Shi Jue to return, he could only obey orders.

Ye Han gazed at him for a long time yet still found no trace of suspicion. The skull appeared extremely sincere; although its spiritual power was formidable, its follow-through was clearly lacking and it seemingly posed no threat to Ye Han.