Chapter 128: Gu’s Mother Sends a Wild Chicken

Li Qingyun dressed Little Treasure in a thick padded coat, put on his hat and scarf, and was just about to take him out to the old family estate when Madam Gu arrived at the door carrying a wild chicken.

“Where are you off to?” Madam Gu asked, seeing her bundled up like that.

“Mom, you came just in time. I was about to send some mutton over to you. Yesterday we butchered a whole sheep.” Li Qingyun had only just reached the doorway when she saw her come in. She hurriedly took off her felt boots, carried Little Treasure back into the room, and set him on the heated bed.

It was far too cold outside; the frosty wind cut like a knife, painful enough for adults to bear, let alone children.

Luo Jiulang fixed his gaze on Lu Muqing. Whether he knew him or not, understood him or not, so long as Lu Muqing said a word, that would be enough.

Lu Muqing truly knew Fan Ru far too well. With that temperament of preferring breakage before reconstruction, he would readily choose to take a risk, using the unsuspecting Cankong as the binding thread for the alliance.

His cries drew the winged folk. Before long, I was surrounded on all sides. They all carried weapons, and they had been professionally trained. If they all attacked together, I had no confidence in dealing with them, and besides, I did not want to hurt them.

“Heh heh,” the fox glanced at the flickering figures outside and let out that same sinister laugh again. After destroying everything evil in the room, he vanished from it in a flash.

“Uh... does this girl really have to push herself this hard? She’s making me feel stressed out too,” Yi Chuan thought helplessly. Was she trying to surpass him?

The Qin army’s sudden fierce assault caught the Chu army completely off guard. The first and second stockade gates were lost under such circumstances. Many Chu soldiers had only just woken from sleep and had not even finished dressing before the rushing Qin troops hacked them to death on their beds.

Earlier, Meng Qingyi had been blown about by the gale, and only after great effort had she managed to squeeze into this bustling, tangled crossroads. Though she was lost, she did not panic at all.

Early the next morning, Wang Haitao, Tang Shanbao, and Huang Lan led a guard company and the soldiers of the First Battalion of the Five-Seventy-Second Regiment by truck to the army camp at Yangong Town. The camp in Yangong Town was occupied by the One-Fifty Division’s Four-One-Three Brigade, and Liao Zhen and Brigade Commander Li Chengkui were already waiting in the camp, while the soldiers were lined up on the parade ground.

This was a marquis with real power, like a mayor or provincial governor in modern terms, a distinguished hereditary noble of the first rank. The common people within his jurisdiction had to pay him taxes every year. Though Liu Che had left Wei Qing in Chang'an, leaving this “mayor” unable to govern his own territory, he would still hold that office for life.

Fengxing Yi said nothing. He simply rose and walked toward the fine horse resting outside the teahouse, leaving even the servants beside him stunned for a moment.

With first blood and the first turret, Qin Mo’s economy, together with the forty minions he had suppressed in last hits, meant he was at least fifteen hundred gold ahead of LeBlanc.

After Wen Nuan finished speaking, thunderous applause broke out on site. There were even audience members holding up banners... What part of this looked like a stage play? Would people someday come in carrying light sticks and glow wands too?

At that moment, Yue Zhi held her breath in fear and anxiety as she slowly drew near. She did not dare blink, terrified that Young Master Mu Di truly had already lost his life.

Zhang Kuang suddenly felt somewhat expectant. How would Ji Yanyu choose to deal with Ji Tianlang? Would she let Ji Tianlang go because, after all, they were blood-related?

The shop owner was a man in his fifties, with a smile on his face and a kindly air about him.

This time, the demon corpse puppet failed to evade. After being cleaved by Fang Hao, it was split from body to body and fell onto the muddy ground.

The Second Young Master and Blood Eagle walked along the street with several of their men. Blood Eagle kept sniffing the air, and the closer they got to the city gate, the more solemn Blood Eagle’s expression became.

In the past, he never understood why people always said beautiful things were so easy to lose. Just like that crimson sunset: it had clearly been right before one’s eyes a moment ago, yet now it had sunk below the horizon, leaving only a thin, lingering line behind, so that one would remember it existed.

Having just entered the Hero Void Realm, he did not know many people. If he wanted to take part in the Hero Exchange Tournament, forming a team with Tong Shaojun would be a good choice.