Chapter 82

Hoss Bei had sensed since morning that Ilan was leaving. Before the farewell even came, his heart had already tightened with reluctance and ache, yet he forced himself to bear it, chatting and joking with Ilan as if nothing were amiss. Time flew like lightning. It felt as though he had done nothing at all that day and scarcely exchanged a few words, and before he knew it afternoon had arrived, and he had to see Ilan off.

Just as Zhao Qinghan was about to offer a few soft words of comfort, a distant, low horn sounded suddenly from the dim eastern sky.

Only after half of Liu Xing’s body had recovered did his father, Ancient Sword Heaven, finally turn into a streak of sword light and depart.

Since the chance was rare, Meng Hu decided to give these common soldiers a lesson in “rough-and-ready” tactical theory.

Panther Crossing Mountain knew full well that once he faltered, Flower Leopard Qi Ying would certainly be able to kill him on the spot.

Liu Yifei gave an awkward smile and looked toward Ning Hanxiang. After all, this had been said by him, but at that moment Ning Hanxiang had her back to him. Though she had clearly heard her mother’s words, she showed no reaction at all, merely wiping her dripping hair over and over again.

“Seven-layer sword force?” A flash of surprise crossed Meng Shijun’s face. No need to guess; it had to be Liu Xing.

Sweat gleamed on Su Yang’s forehead as the doubts and anxiety filling him were instantly replaced by an emotion called fear.

A payback deal... In Shiranui Genma’s mind, that shameful phrase popped up at once, and for a moment he did not know what to say.

Qi Long was skilled in alchemy, while Yuan Nancheng was cautious and far-sighted. As for Yan Shang and Wang Yue, Hong Yun did not consider them.

The place Su Li had designed was not far from where the second branch of the Su family resided in the mountains, so after only half a day they arrived outside the second branch’s main gate.

Very near the two of them, a disciple of the Heavenly Blade Sect happened to turn his head and see the scene. He immediately abandoned his own opponent, sprang over in a single bound, and blocked Hai Minglong’s sword strike for his companion.

One was the ten-shot version, the other the original twenty-shot one, though the barrel of the twenty-shot gun had been cut down to only half its length and could no longer accurately hit a target around two hundred meters away.

In such a chaotic city, rebuilding houses was nothing unusual, and judging from the furnishings inside, the place had not been touched for at least several hundred years.

“How is it? Pretty good, isn’t it? I know you just drank with that guy Wan Dongliu, but his liquor either has this spirit fruit mixed in or that medicinal herb added; it’s too bland.

Thinking of this, Chi Yun looked at Ye Qianqian with even greater tenderness. Beneath that tenderness there was also a faint trace of guilt.

Now that Mu Yi’s personality had already emerged, what else could be done? They could only wait for Chu Mingmo to come back.

This victory in battle greatly invigorated Utekin, Mikhail, and the others. After that, they began a large-scale counterattack.

Heaven did not favor them. Lately, continuous autumn rain had begun falling over Suzhou Prefecture, and even on the day before the provincial examination, the rain came and went without ever fully stopping.

While arranging meals and sleep for everyone, Zhang Chao did not sit idle. Together with Zhao Yun and Li Yu, he began searching for lamp oil. Without the help of the wind, lamp oil was an absolute necessity.

Thanks to their tacit coordination during this period, Paul blurted out without hesitation, “Shield.”

“Forty-sixty? I think you’ve gone mad. You dare speak to me in that tone?” N.N. widened his eyes; his pair of white eyeballs seemed ready to tumble out of their sockets.

Such matters can dodge the first day but not the fifteenth; a monk may run, but the temple cannot. Even if Xu Xian refused one invitation, there would inevitably be a second and a third.

The commoner took the bowl of thin porridge in a daze and unconsciously pinched himself. Just as he was about to express thanks, he saw Jenny had already departed.

“It does not solve the problem completely. It merely allows their bodies to bear as much as possible.” Jia Changsheng’s voice rang out in Augustine’s mind.

Song Zijin opened his mouth several times as if to speak, but Qi Heng’s stern expression forced the words back down his throat each time.

Ao Guang also knew this matter could not be brushed aside. It was impossible to place all the blame for his son’s death directly on Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen.

Hu Yifei was unhappy. Tang Youyou was at least her person; to order someone around with a single sentence, and still go on shouting about miracles?

There was no performance today. After coming out of the hospital, the old gentlemen each went home, and the others who had matters to attend to left as well. Everyone else went to the Tiqiao Theater.

A coat of black fur covered his body, and he glared fiercely at the crowd, his pale green eyes brimming with madness.

Daoist Yucheng was already too old to be driving. Daoist Yuxin was even older than Daoist Yucheng, yet looked like a young man; it was not the kind of face fit for ordinary people to see.

When Martha Kent arrived at Clark’s grave, she saw only an empty, gaping hole. The coffin was long gone. Her grief and fury surged so violently that she collapsed in a faint.

The scene had happened far too suddenly, and far too horrifyingly. The people who had followed along all fell silent, staring blankly.

The Collector and the High Lord were both cosmic ancients, possessing power beyond ordinary imagination and immortal bodies.

So it would be better to adopt the policy of “speak if you want, don’t if you don’t,” and see who would crack first.

“This is for testing speed; no need to be nervous. Just follow the prompts.” Fu Guiyi nodded in acknowledgment.

Going up against all the Masked Riders in a full-scale battle was truly unwise. Better to withdraw from the battlefield first, then defeat these Masked Riders one by one and collect all the cards.

This state had taken Ajin a long time of effort to achieve, and it would not be such a simple thing to make him let go of it.

“Father Emperor, even if it was General Zhu’s idea, Sixth Royal Brother could not possibly have stood entirely aside. General Zhu is not someone who confuses primary and secondary matters. Sixth Royal Brother was present at the time, so he could not have given the order himself without seeking his agreement first.” Mo Ziqing analyzed the matter with great clarity.

“Do not run!” The knight loudly ordered the soldiers to continue fighting, even drawing his sword and cutting down two deserters. But his efforts were futile; the terrified soldiers fled in droves, and in the blink of an eye the two knights were left commanding no one at all.

“Damn it, bullying the police? This is outrageous!” As He Ziyi gently patted her back, he slowly raised his head. This time, his gaze was like a torch, sweeping fiercely toward Kang Qiao, like a gale scouring the lake and stirring wave after wave.

As for curing, it was even simpler. All one had to do was coat both sides of the fish cut into strips with enough salt, then hang it up to dry. Salted fish could be stored even longer than smoked fish; so long as it did not touch water, it would still be edible after three months.