Light from a Thousand Years Ago (12)

Seeing Zheng Fei organize the entire Flying Dragon Gang in such an orderly fashion, Zhou Tianlong felt a secret surge of admiration. Although far surpassing Zheng Fei in terms of raw strength, he knew he fell drastically short when it came to managerial talent.

"You got it!" Huoying acknowledged. With cigarettes dangling from their lips, the fellows piled into the vehicle, started the engine once more, and headed toward Huanhuan Ravine.

"Fine then, I'll make a call!" Hearing him put it that way, Qin Muyao decided to drop formalities. She immediately dialed a close friend of her father, the Vice Governor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang in charge of fire safety.

Just as Wang Lie was analyzing the situation, Wang Xiao's figure flashed like lightning, about to charge into the outermost perimeter of the Ten Thousand Beasts Jungle.

"Alas, ever since my husband passed away, I haven't cultivated at all. Not only has my power failed to increase, but it has actually regressed significantly," Shuilian said with reddened eyes. Actually, another reason was that, out of lingering grief and remembrance for her husband, she had refused to use the Source of Ten Thousand Waters.

Tang Rong sat to the side, watching these scenes unfold with a slightly bitter ache in her heart. Why wasn't she the one wearing the ring and smiling happily at this very moment?

Oh no! Mo Li's expression changed drastically in an instant. His Three-Eyed Divine Sight had caught sight of a hazy figure, its entire body radiating an ominous and evil aura.

The man in white let out an angry snort. Just as he was about to launch an attack, he discovered to his horror that he could no longer move, unable even to control the breaking force within his body. Meanwhile, the giant frog looked at the young man in white with a playful gaze, seemingly not yet intending to take his life.

"Draw your weapon, or I'm afraid you won't get the chance," the handsome youth said arrogantly.

The trousers of all three thugs had been slashed into shreds by Ke Han's belt sword, leaving their bare legs covered in bloody gashes. Their swords and sabers had long since dropped from their hands, and they stood there crestfallen, looking utterly wretched.

Zhang Daniu pressed his body sideways against the tree trunk as bullets hissed and whizzed past him. Suddenly hearing heavy footsteps approaching, he peeked out to see a dozen Japanese soldiers merely a dozen meters away from them.

Yue Wuqing let out a furious roar and smashed forward with a punch. The fist light blazed brilliantly, transforming the true qi fist imprint into a ferocious, roaring skull that opened a blood-red maw like a wild beast, trying to swallow Xiao Fan whole.

"Compared to the capital, how is this place any better?" the Emperor asked, knowing the answer full well. Everyone knew the imperial palace was naturally far superior.

Yet upon hearing Wang Ruoruo mention that she had a boyfriend, Zhao Zilong still felt a faint sense of discomfort in his chest.

Hearing this, Ye Yanqing hurriedly looked over, and sure enough, a vast field of medicinal herbs came into full view. Moreover, they were all tier-three or even tier-four herbs! This thrilled Ye Yanqing immensely, as all his previous medicinal ingredients had been refined into that giant block of ice, and he was currently in dire need of replenishment.

"Sect Master, there is something I want to say, though I do not know if it is appropriate," the elder who had previously passed down the Extreme Cold Ice Flame Kill to Ye Yanqing asked.

An Liangyu was just about to say that Xia Tian didn't need to put himself in a difficult position, but the words Xia Tian uttered next left even an experienced corporate executive like An Liangyu utterly astonished.

Finally, it was Wu Di's turn to order dishes. After glancing at what He Yue and Yao Koke had chosen, Wu Di choked internally. The drinks and dishes combined would probably cost hundreds of thousands; it seemed he could only ask his old man to send money over.

Breakfast was entirely prepared by Song Xinyue single-handedly. There was a small plate of crunchy cucumber pickles, a plate of boiled peanuts, a large bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, a plate of cucumber mixed with beef, a cup of fresh warm soy milk for each person, and fried dough sticks for pastries. The entire breakfast was exceptionally light yet rich in nutrients.

Especially someone like Cheng Tian, who had won first place on numerous occasions; he was already accustomed to it and was all the more unwilling to cede the top spot to others.

According to the news, this major drug lord not only trafficked narcotics but also smuggled firearms. When the police originally planned the operation to capture him, a certain military unit had even dispatched special forces to participate in the encirclement.

Yet I didn't dare. I hoped things weren't as I imagined; I hoped Luo Ange wasn't ruthless enough to commit something so horrifyingly tragic.

"This matter is actually beneficial to both Xiaoer and Chujun. Third Brother, we came to you only after deep consideration. We hope you can carefully think over what we've said," Xia Weiwei gripped Xia Weixing's wrist tightly, speaking with anxiety.

"It's not..." Xiao Ziting furrowed her brows. Although she was indeed pitiable, the reason for her plight wasn't of her own making.

During working hours, Fan Shengmei found it inconvenient to say much and ended the call after offering a few words of comfort. Nor could she think of any way to extinguish the flames. As the old saying goes, seeing blood incurs a threefold loss, let alone the fact that someone had already died. Naturally, the person responsible for another's death must be thoroughly heinous.

Han Ge felt that in the minds of certain people, his positioning might already be that of a wealthy second-generation heir or a profligate playboy.

Anyway, as long as Zhao Qingcheng was by his side, Han Ge inexplicably felt a sense of prestige. Passersby would finish staring at her in amazement, and then invariably envy the man walking beside her—Zhao Qingcheng.

Her foot had basically lost its swelling and she was already able to get out of bed and walk. Because of some trouble at the company, Murong Yingchen had gone to work.

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment. What kind of hobby was this? She glanced at Xiao Ziting, unable to discern whether she agreed or not. A trace of realization flickered across her normally calm face, and Meng Xi pressed her lips together before handing over her phone.

The uproar sparked by the release of multi-type highly intelligent robots did not end with Zhuang Chun's remark. Instead, riding the internet cables, it traveled across oceans and mountains to reach every corner of the world.

Wang Jintong and Xinran rode their horses at a leisurely pace toward Hedong Prefecture. Since going to the Liao Kingdom required passing through Yanmen Pass, and Yanmen Pass fell within the territory of Hedong Prefecture, Wang Jintong held deep emotional ties to the place—after all, he had lived there for a long time and spent many wonderful days there.

Right now, not only was Huo Jun's mind in complete chaos, but Wang Jintong's mind was also in turmoil, filled with sheer terror. Just a little bit more, today just a little bit more, and almost all of them would have died there.