Crossing the Middle Ages 045

Clearly, Li Tianyou had overthought the situation. An overbearing surge of vital energy swept through his entire body, sending him flying into the air. He spun continuously in mid-air, gritting his teeth and unleashing a fierce shockwave to disperse the oppressive force before finally regaining his balance.

As the Lunar New Year drew closer, Gu Lingge gradually grew busier. Although the consorts of the various palaces had no major issues to report, nor any excessive demands, dealing with a constant stream of trivial and miscellaneous matters simultaneously proved to be uniformly exhausting.

Having grasped Li Ziyuan's intentions, Ma Yongcheng nodded slightly. Without bringing anyone else along, he took only his personal guard and a communications soldier to escort Zeng Sheng to the military sub-district headquarters. Watching the retreating figures of Ma Yongcheng and his men, Li Ziyuan let out a long sigh.

Fortunately, the conflict level restriction had reached legendary status at the critical moment, otherwise he certainly would have been dead by now.

No matter what kind of punishment was inflicted on the Twin-Blade Mantis, what would be the point if Ding Huo ended up dead in the duel arena tomorrow?

Gu Lingge's lips parted into a smile that was uglier than crying. Then, with great effort, she raised her hand to stroke the top of Yun Shuang's head. Her voice was soft and delicate, entirely devoid of its usual aloofness: "Don't cry, I'm back." What Gu Lingge feared most was seeing Yun Shuang like this.

At this moment, Crateia noticed even more clearly that Medusa was tightly clutching a harp with one withered arm. Its frame was forged of pure gold, strung with cords twisted from silver wire, gleaming with brilliant luster and exquisite craftsmanship—truly a rare treasure in the world.

Storm roared twice in succession and unleashed two consecutive Nine-Wind Descents. Two whirlwinds burst forth one after the other, blocking the path of the flying spear. After being repeatedly pierced through, they barely managed to offset the spear's momentum, allowing Storm's final fist to slam fiercely into the spear tip.

Looking at the corpses of the puppet soldiers scattered across the ground, he shook his head in silence. He wanted to have a few captured puppet soldiers bury the bodies, but his guard told him that the regimental commander had ordered the corpses to be left right here as a warning. At least until the relocation, these bodies were not to be disposed of.

Although the Eighth Route Army was somewhat impoverished at present, both local and military cadres were fundamentally capable of working at both higher and lower levels. After all, the people of this era were much more sincere. Moreover, being a cadre meant there were no perks, but plenty of opportunities for sacrifice.

Xiao Chan had no intention of letting him go at all. His martial arts skills were formidable; even with his eyes blinded, matching wits and fists with her put him at no disadvantage, and she certainly had no wish to court death.

"A dog made of paper?" Gao Yan found it novel and reached out a finger to poke the paper dog. The dog had no weight to it; poked sharply by Gao Yan, it stumbled, fell flat on its face, and sneezed incessantly.

"Your Royal Highness." Before any countermeasure could be conceived, Shen Qingbo, with bandages wrapped around her hands, walked in supported by Shen Qingtang.

After organizing the heads of various bureaus, offices, town, and village cadres to enter the meeting, when Tian Jiajun came out once again to report to Huang Zhanyan, he happened to witness Qin Nana pushing贺晓雅 toward Huang Zhanyan.

Practitioners not only stored spiritual power within their dantian, but their physical bodies also absorbed spiritual power to undergo reinforcement.

She had acted with nothing but kind intentions at the time, genuinely wishing to cure Ning Jiaoyue, yet in the end, Ning Jiaoyue had perished.

Waiting in place for a brief moment, Song Ling finally saw with his own eyes an older student pass by him, gently sliding an identity token across the groove on the surface of the stone platform.

Xi Yingzhi's red lips parted slightly, her astonished gaze lingering and shifting constantly among the three members of the Ning family.

The coffin was roughly the same length and width as one meant for a normal adult, except that strange scars were carved onto the lid, textures said to be effective against snakes.

In the beginning, adhering to the principle that harmony brings wealth, the shopkeeper had at least remained courteous.

At this moment, Wu Jingge's voice rang out once more. Everyone's expression changed save for Cangqiong. How could anyone possibly survive such an attack?

Three powerful figures from the Desolate Sect unleashed their full might simultaneously, a display truly capable of shaking the heavens and earth. The array previously set up by the Wine Elder also developed spiderweb-like cracks at this moment, growing larger and larger by the second. It seemed it would completely shatter before long.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be divulged." Rong Manle smiled mysteriously. Although her answer was ambiguous, it had already instilled confidence in the generals present. Who in this day and age was unaware of Rong Manle's power?

"You two, please follow us." The two attendants wore rigid expressions, offering only a formal, ritualistic bow to Li Xiaofan and his companion before leading them into a grand assembly hall. As envoys responsible for receiving guests, they were not yet qualified to learn the true identities of Ziyue and Li Xiaofan. They were simply carrying out an order.

Several young boys sat clustered around a few blueprints, quietly discussing how to build an airplane and how to launch it. Yu Ren, on the other hand, was conferring with Zhao Rui on the other side about a commercial trial they were about to undertake. After finalizing the details, Yu Ren gave a few parting instructions to Fatty Xu and the others before returning to the city with Zhao Rui.

Wang Kang watched as the revitalized giant white deer in mid-air dragged a long, fluffy train of fox tails behind it.

Especially the two students who had just escaped; the fingers of that male boy had been torn right off, bleeding profusely, making for a truly horrifying sight.

"Heehee, now let's see what kind of outfit I should wear to go out." After frightening Alice away, Donggong Hongmou swayed her plump and curvaceous hips, paying no heed to the fact that this movement almost caused Li Xiaofan to suffer a nosebleed.

Seeing this, Bai Mo's relaxed expression tightened slightly. He gazed once again at the smiling youth in the arena, his thick brows furrowing as he wondered what was on the other's mind.

"No..." I watched from within the Nether Sea as my aging brother, beaten and battered by the crowd, curled up into a ball, and cried out in grief to the heavens.

And this time, the Snow Leopard Beast King had received orders to travel to the eastern front to capture the pilgrim. Desperate to secure a glimmer of survival for his brothers, how could he possibly let the Snow Crystal Fairy go? Thus, he launched a comprehensive encirclement and pursuit against her.

"Because... uh..." Lanor struggled for a long time without coming up with a coherent explanation. Seeing the increasingly suspicious gazes of Rey and the others, cold sweat broke out on Lanor's forehead.

Suddenly, she recalled that the reason she had been framed was precisely because of her greed for wealth. Now, driven by the desire to escape, if she fell into their trap once again, what should she do?