Light from a Thousand Years Ago (17)

Entering the strategic stalemate phase, the Japanese began frequent contacts with the Nationalist Government. Their primary energy was also focused on the encirclement and suppression of the anti-Japanese base areas behind enemy lines, attempting to consolidate their rule in the occupied territories and achieve the goal of sustaining the war through war. The Central Hebei Plain became a primary target for the Japanese military's sweeping operations.

Employing the same approach used with the dwarf blacksmith, I decided to address her directly as a master. Blacksmiths eat this up, and tailors are friends with blacksmiths—birds of a feather flock together, presumably.

Nangong Xue wept, saying, "No, even if he is temporarily out of his mind, he is still my senior brother. I believe he still has his instinctive awareness; he would not hurt me." With that, she hugged Li Yijie even tighter. Lu Qian sighed and stepped forward, trying to pull her away.

Seeing Yunshan standing there like a wooden dummy, completely at a loss as to how to handle her own actions, Hua Shuxuan felt a surge of wild joy in her heart. She drew her dagger, intent on thrusting it down.

The owner of this stall was a male Orc warrior player. His oversized nose announced his identity as an Elephant-man. Having played the game for so long, this was the first time I had seen an Elephant-man up close.

However, the old fiend's purpose was not to dismantle the grand array, but to exhaust the vital energy of Wang Kui and the others. With just a single move, Wang Kui and the other clan elders coughed up a mouthful of blood, their complexions turning extremely pale as cold sweat poured down ceaselessly.

Jiang Qingting was probably genuinely angry. Although she didn't kick me, she kept a sullen face and refused to speak to me until we finished eating.

Ever since a moment ago, the gazes of his classmates—especially the boys—made Liuxing feel a piercing, agonizing pain.

The muscles on Yun Luoyin's face began to twitch. Three horizontal and three vertical scars, totaling six, twisted and intertwined into a horrifying sight.

Dark Night Fall collapsed onto the couch, closing his eyes, utterly exhausted. With a long sigh, he allowed himself to sink into the dreamscape. All the past events of this lifetime rushed toward him.

Bai Qi brandished his heavy blade to engage the spear-wielding terracotta figurine. His strength seemed precisely on par with the figurine, allowing him no advantage whatsoever.

A voice came from behind Ye Yuan. Startled, Ye Yuan immediately turned around to look, only to catch sight of a deeply familiar figure.

Zhang Liang could not help but raise his eyes to look at the old man, only to find him possessing an imposing demeanor and an even more ethereal disposition, truly the picture of a Taoist immortal.

The performance ended. Baima Jun took a deep bow, and as the lights gradually dimmed amidst the applause, he walked back to the backstage.

All of this fell into Moyu's eyes. He made no move, merely lifting his gaze from time to time to survey the surroundings. Although it was nighttime, the area was filled with a gloomy, ghostly aura, suitable only for housing such antiques rather than for human habitation.

A violent roar echoed out, and two sword auras scattered in opposite directions, shattering the stone slabs in the courtyard.

Everyone present was utterly astonished, plunging into an instant silence so profound it felt like living in a secluded wooden cabin without a single trace of life.

Zhang Liang naturally knew of this story as well, but he was in no mood to concern himself with the matter. After all, having just obtained the contents of the Heavenly Demonic Codex, he needed to study it with utmost dedication and strive to enhance his strength in the shortest possible time.

Nearby, Kim Hak-jun found the scene utterly miraculous. Although he and Ahn Jae-seok had yet to return to their former footing, Ahn Jae-seok—whether before or now—was never an obedient child; rather, he was someone with very strong opinions and stubbornness of his own. How could he be so docile and obedient in front of Brother Baima?

Now having transmigrated to become a Dharma-form, Zhang Liang was immensely satisfied. Not only was his mastery of Buddhism profound, but this identity would also greatly facilitate his future actions.

During the Spring Festival, aside from the routine sacrificial grand ceremonies, Qian Yuan finally extricated himself from the heavy burden of state affairs, granting himself a complete holiday to accompany Ziyue.

Chi Fengyu was not being modest, for everything he said was the factual truth. Just like Murong Jingjing moments ago, had she let curiosity drive her to touch this Jade Guanyin Lotus, she would likely have turned into a corpse by now.

"There is a Dragon King Temple here too?" This Northern Desert... Great Qin had very few locations bordering the sea or rivers. Generally, only places that relied on water for a living would have a Dragon King Temple.

Gu Bei bolted directly into a building, yet the people inside only felt a gust of wind blow past, completely unable to catch even a glimpse of a human figure.

"Eh ha? Why would you think that!" For just a fleeting second, the smile vanished from Kisna's face. She stared at me with her brilliantly colorful eyes, her slightly parted lips unable to utter a word.

Yet when this sword stroke came rushing toward them head-on, they finally understood its true terror and dread.

Her wavering heart seemed to have genuinely found a supporting strength. Clenching her fists tightly, she maintained a poised smile as she looked out at the guests in the banquet.

A fissure several meters wide stretched for hundreds of meters, and the high-strength concrete plaza floor had long since been reduced to a wasteland.

Yu Kedi enthusiastically helped her analyze and ponder over the matter before beating around the bush to borrow money. After all, he was relying on this tacit mutual understanding, but having fallen on hard times and lacking the funds to purchase it himself—yet unwilling to let the opportunity slip away—he had long set his sights on the silver in Xi Fuwei's possession, having plotted for it from the start.

"What preparations could he possibly make? The seventy thousand troops in the capital are all Qin Zhou's men, and Qin Zhou has already ordered the Northern Desert army to return in triumph. If he waits until then to leave, will he even be able to?" Murong Jie said indifferently.

"Who doesn't know? They're stirring up trouble everywhere and acting exceptionally arrogant. It's just that they operate in the shadows, leaving us without effective preventive measures. It seems they have made a new breakthrough in the cultivation and control of evil entities. It's truly worrying." The Maoshan Sect experts in this field all found it a headache.

The desperate, to-the-death resistance of the Nationalist soldiers slowed down the enemy's advance. By evening, the puppet troops' attacks grew sluggish once again, and finally, they retreated one after another. The fierce onslaught of the first day had finally come to an end.

Looking at the shiny handcuffs in the police officer's hands, Luo Sulan's relatives—who had been acting fierce and menacing just moments before—all wilted instantly.

"Brother Yang Chi, is there something else you want to say?" Chen Min was exceptionally perceptive. Noticing that Yang Chi was smiling while his eyes carried a hesitation to speak, she could not help but smile and ask.

At this moment, none of them knew that the manager had already conjured up countless scenarios in his own mind.

"Underestimating the enemy?" As these words left his mouth, the nosion field across Yang Chi's entire body instantly expanded, an invisible wave shrouding the surrounding space, yet nothing was discovered.