Chapter 85: You Can Never Wake Someone Pretending to Sleep

When the two of them returned home, Danni and Erni were playing in the yard with Dabao.

“Mom, Dad, you’re back. Just now, Erbao got sleepy, so I made him some milk. He’s asleep now,” Dabao said hurriedly when he saw his parents return.

Seeing them back, Danni and Erni prepared to head over to the old house. Li Qingyun called the two sisters back; it was midday, and the children hadn’t had lunch yet. Things at the old house were probably still in chaos, and if they went back, they wouldn’t get anything to eat.

“It’s still busy over there. The two of you should have lunch here at your second aunt’s house. Later, your mother will come pick you up,” she said.

As they spoke, Wukong and the others took a closer look and, sure enough, it was a stone stele! It appeared to be about ten feet tall, two meters wide, and three feet thick. Goodness, this stele must weigh at least ten thousand pounds, yet the strange thing was, how was it floating on the water?

A few days later, another piece of news shocked the martial world, and this time, it made Fu Can truly feel threatened.

Thus, even though Huaxia possessed the most powerful weapons, it was still Huaxia that feared war, because the cost was simply too high.

Including himself, almost every Japanese officer in this puppet army had never imagined that the commander of the Eighth Route Army would be so audacious. Surrounded on all sides, he still dared to hide right under their noses and launch another ambush.

Bai Zun looked at Ye Tian with excitement on his face, forgetting to ask how the crystal stone had suddenly appeared.

Hua Qingyi knew that these people were highly skilled—far beyond ordinary ability—and those with such skills certainly weren’t under Constable Tong’s command.

In the air, the restless water molecules had reached a saturated state, weighing down the trees, flowers, and grass cloaked in the night, making them droop and wilt. Not a single insect could be seen fluttering its wings among the shrubs, and a stifling atmosphere permeated the uncanny silence.

However, Dinghuo’s Four Symbols Torrent, based on the Inextinguishable Flame, meant that its second, third, and fourth forms were all superior elemental forces.

The stillborn child looked at Chiba Shun in terror, only to see that, at this moment, Chiba Shun no longer had eyes.

Yet the Japanese army had operated in the northeast for years—first fighting the Northeastern Army, then the resistance, and later Ma Wanzhong’s forces. The region was riddled with watchtowers.

At the exit, there was an upward step. After walking such a long way, Shi Qi had grown accustomed to the darkness. Since nothing out of the ordinary had happened, she wasn’t as afraid anymore.

“Big Sister, why did my mother take Master An away?” Su Qifeng asked, approaching Su Luoli once the others had walked off.

If he succeeded, all would be well, but if he failed, Tong Baixiang didn’t know if Lin Manjun would be furious. Should she fly into a rage, the Tong family would be doomed.

“Now, we’re a couple,” Jiang Shen whispered, his breath shallow and voice husky, his deep gaze fixed on Song Nian’an.

A dense black mist was already swirling; as the Heavenly Demon Domain opened, the thick fog became like a black hole, devouring the soul.

Song Yunjie’s expression froze for a moment—this girl was too clever. He hadn’t even spoken, hadn’t had a chance to threaten her, yet she had already guessed his intentions.

The remaining Sea Soul Crabs all charged forward madly, tangling with the beasts under Zhang Yang’s command.

Standing on the balcony, Tian Wuji looked at Emperor Pengyuan’s increasingly dark face, unable to suppress a hint of schadenfreude.

Jin Yue’s northern pearl had a tassel crafted by Seventh Brother himself, but the one in Suihan’s hand was just an ordinary fringe. However precious and gorgeous the object, it lacked that personal touch.

Shen Tongli was not one to speak ill of others behind their backs; at most, he’d mention that someone lived at Fang Hongxing’s house.

“She said all that?” Su Yindong’s brows furrowed even tighter, as if he could crush a fly between them.

It wasn’t as Zhang San had imagined—he didn’t get used to the chill of the Xuanbing Sword’s sheath. Instead, he nearly fainted from it.