Time-Traveling into the Middle Ages 059

Recalling that Song Fengying seemed to possess an invisibility talisman, Dong Dazhi realized she had seized this opportunity to cloak her presence directly, making it impossible for the fierce ghost to track her, and then fled to save her life while waiting for an opening.

"Auntie, he punched a hole right through the iron sandbag." Ma Yuesu failed to catch the subtext in Xing Fuchen's words, still marveling inwardly at the stunning power of that punch.

With that, Silimu unleashed another punch at Lu Yiping. However, having advanced to an eighth-rank Dark Practitioner, Lu Yiping finally managed to see it clearly: a winding, delicate thread cutting through the void from a fractured space straight toward his chest.

The Prison Star Pupil had already become a hidden hazard for him, though it had also brought Huang Qing immense convenience, granting him a multitude of miraculous possibilities.

These words immediately earned her a roll of Xuan Ya's eyes. She naturally understood the reason behind Wu Yueluo's question; ultimately, Wu Yueluo still did not trust her. Since Xuan Ya had claimed this was the place where she lived, she ought to be quite familiar with everything here, right? If she could not even name a local place, wouldn't she just be slapping her own face?

This was all part of the plan mapped out by Han Shuang and Su Jian, which had already been communicated to Dong Dazhi. Dong Dazhi knew that such an opportunity presented a truly flawless plan.

However, this tiny shred of undying power was far from enough to protect Lu Yiping's internal organs, leaving him still unable to complete the self-regeneration process of the undying power. Even so, this finally allowed Lu Yiping, who had been depressed for so long, to find a feasible method for acquiring undying power.

"What is there to wear! Dongyue, there's no one else in this room anyway, and I was planning to sleep in the nude in a bit! Why don't the two of us do it together?" Linda said with a grin.

Hearing this, the expressions of High Priest Wuchen and the others shifted abruptly. Over the past century, rumors had persisted that this incident was the work of the Shadow Lord, but they had always been mere hearsay. Now, it was truly confirmed, making it all the more certain that the Shadow Lord was undoubtedly targeting the Merit Holy Lotus.

"Old Six, how is it? Did you find out everything? What kind of people live inside?" Outside the Cross Garden, a sturdy-looking man wearing a worn-out short-sleeved shirt asked a young man who was walking out of the convenience store next to the Cross Garden.

Before dawn broke, Yuan Xi handed over the twenty thousand dan of grain he had brought to Tadun. Keeping his word, Tadun withdrew his troops from Youzhou upon receiving the grain and headed toward Mount Wuhuan.

Seeing that other methods were failing, the zombie chieftain closed in on Liu Feng and struck him down once more.

This time, Zhao Gongming calculated that the Intercept Teaching should secure at least thirty-five percent, the Human Teaching and Elucidation Teaching thirty percent each, and other sects half a percent, which should align well with Fuxi's strategy.

"Go to hell!" Unable to gain any verbal advantage over Liu Feng, Cerberus simply spat several fireballs directly at him.

Having said that, Huai Shi could no longer care about anything else. He tossed his student aside, lunged toward his desk, yanked his suitcase out from underneath, and began stuffing things into it frantically, random and haphazard.

Just how many times does one have to court death to execute a complete chain of backstabbing, looting, fleeing, and reducing to ashes with such flowing ease, entirely devoid of mortal pretense?

"Heh, looks like I really guessed right." Liu Xuefei set Chen Yu down on the ground, patted the white-scaled horse to urge it further away, and then, grasping the hilt of her sword, walked step by step toward Moro.

Upon the carriage fleet's arrival at the Xu family estate, Old Madam Xu sought out Dong Shu specifically to inform her of these matters.

The flight attendant had long since despised Liu Yuoxin, and seeing that Gu Ke had won, she eagerly stepped forward to lead the way. For a moment, no one bothered with Liu Yuoxin at all.

This was Dong Shu's first time standing this close to the Sixth Prince, Ye Jingde, and the Seventh Prince, Ye Jinghui. Though she had seen them from afar previously, she had never met or spoken with them. Today, upon seeing her, the two of them walked directly up to her and initiated a conversation.

On the screen of the phone resting on Lanyu's wrist was the image of a traditional prophet: white hair, a white beard, and an aged face covered in overlapping wrinkles.

"Then you must know how to play Chicken games, right? Teach me?" Leng Ruobing didn't notice Li Bai's expression, keeping her mind entirely focused on their conversation. Over the past few days, she had constantly watched Li Bai tinkering with games on his computer, though she hadn't seen clearly what he was actually fiddling with.

She was even somewhat curious about what kind of explanation Cheng Yining would offer for this matter.

With an unsmiling face, Xuanpeng did not look like he was joking either. The two of them waved their hands simultaneously and vanished, and Ye Ke'er departed as well.

Although accompanying her shopping could also increase Yi Yi's favorability toward him, he would be the one suffering, carrying a massive pile of goods—how could he even pay attention to Yi Yi?

I began to grow sullen and depressed. I closed myself off, refusing the approach of any possible person, treating this as an act of atonement.

After walking for a while, Chu Moyuan noticed that Jiuliu was no longer following behind him. Though puzzled in his heart, he didn't dwell on it. Walking a bit further, Chu Moyuan suddenly felt the ground shake violently. Startled, he looked up and saw snow tumbling down from the mountain peak in an avalanche, resembling a surging flood.

I looked around and found nothing else except a bridge that could be used to cross; I didn't even spot a boat. As for crossing over the mainland, such a massive pack of wind-wolves certainly wouldn't let me pass so easily. My only option was to go underwater.

The Apocalypse Festival had long since passed. During this period, Xinghun and the others, wishing to see Liu Qitian recover his sanity, had not left either. Every day they rose early, holding jade bowls to catch the morning dew, toiling away bitterly.

Right at that moment, Li Feng and the others were suddenly engulfed by teleportation light. As the radiance dissipated, Li Feng realized that he and the others were already inside the Governor's Mansion of the Divine Wind Fortress. Such a sudden change left everyone momentarily dazed.

This fellow's mind was focused far more on playing crafty and scheming tricks. Yet it could not be said that he knew nothing of military affairs; after all, he was someone who had served as a regular officer in the old Shanxi-Suiyuan Army. During the Central Plains War, his performance was said to have been passable.

"Fine, I'll stay!" Chu Xianyao had no other choice; otherwise, there was truly no way he could make it out alive.