Going up the Mountain (3)

The Liu family is a supreme lineage. Although somewhat declined nowadays, they are still incomparable to ordinary families, naturally attracting many people trying to forge connections by claiming ties to the Heavenly Star Supreme.

"As long as you are willing to spare my life, I can give you the Sutra of Jiangtou," Du Lingchen said through clenched teeth, as if making a monumental decision.

A fallen Amra possessing a Class B warship is far more difficult to deal with than a regular Amra clansman. The universe is well aware of the formidable power of the Amra, who possess three great secret arts: spacecraft modification comparable to the Machine Race, peerless movement techniques, and the art of blood-escape.

Well, thinking of those people surrounding Long Wu, their purpose was to lure him over anyway. As long as he hasn't arrived, they won't do anything to Long Wu for the time being. It's better to first notify Mo Ziren to lurk over and check out the situation, while he retrieves the badge and follows right after.

"Fine, you always have a reason for everything. But Yunxiao, do you really understand romance? Have you ever loved?" Long Yunfeng suddenly leaned forward, pressing towards Yunxiao with an aggressive upper body.

Xiao Mo followed instructions and continued to rest, though he couldn't sleep. Sitting on the ground, he slowly wiped the Wild Sword in his hands. Every time he used this sword, Xiao Mo felt a sense of connection coursing through his blood; perhaps this was what set secret treasures apart.

When the first match began, the three of Darius finally changed their clothes and walked out behind Elena.

The earth-and-stone giant let out a response, its voice exceptionally deep, sounding like someone speaking from the bottom of a deep well. It instantly knocked Chen Tianlei aside, and then brought its massive foot crashing down toward Du Feng.

At this moment, Kang Mangang had nothing that needed to make Jade Qilin worry, but the situation for Suotu was far from optimistic.

Lin Xue hurriedly pulled out the oxygen tank she was carrying, reached around to the front of Wang Chaoyang, placed the mask over his face, and let him take a huge gulp of air.

Cao Cao thought of a solution and immediately ordered the army to prepare. The accompanying craftsmen began to work with feverish haste.

Zhang Ren and Liu Zhen welcomed Cao Hong, and quarters had already been arranged for the twenty thousand troops. That evening, Xu Rong also arrived. Zhang Ren had originally intended to host a grand banquet to welcome the two of them, but seeing the grim expression on Xu Rong's face, he hastily summoned a military physician and had to cancel the banquet.

Arriving at the entrance, Shao An gazed into the distance and saw a figure kneeling in the snow. The person had clearly been kneeling for a long time; their shoulders were covered in snowflakes, while the snow on their knees had already melted, soaking their trousers.

For Xu Fenghua to return to her maiden home was a truly glorious affair. It meant she had married a wealthy man and leaped to the heavens in a single bound, never having to worry about food and drink. Unlike other families who worried about three meals a day and struggled with basic subsistence, at the very least, she no longer had to fret over her meals.

"Shao An, you really have colluded with the Imperial Guard Office," Li Hongyi stopped fighting and shifted his focus, pointing the finger directly at Shao An.

Just then, the No. 606 combatant, the Type-Two Machine, kicked off the ground to leap into the air, raised its beam saber and plunged downward, instantly slicing off Molotov's left arm. Landing, it immediately followed with a horizontal slash, severing Molotov's head.

With these thoughts, she rolled over, rested her head against the crook of his neck, and reached out to embrace his head.

That pale face wore a light touch of powder, becoming as rosy and lustrous as peach blossoms, while her lips, which should have been pale, looked as crimson and vibrant as red peonies, making one yearn to taste them.

Tika wanted to take back the divine altar, but how could I possibly allow him to do so? Such a wondrous treasure must be kept. With a single thought of my mind, the divine altar was frozen in place, and then I moved it out and into my hands.

"Since I am already one of the Twenty-Eight Constellations under the Empress's seat, shouldn't you explain to me in detail what these Twenty-Eight Constellations are all about! And what about that Soul-Breaking Powder!" Liu Tang said with a gloomy expression and a cold tone.

Among the advancing soldiers at the front, there was also a general in white robes and silver armor, straddling a white horse and holding a long spear.

There were about a few dozen people in the hall—which indeed didn't look like much in the spacious front lobby. Most of them were from various parts of Siyue, with only a minority being locals from Siyue City.

Qin Yang walked over with a natural expression. As for He Tianfeng and the other three, they had consciously lagged behind, putting some distance between themselves and Qin Yang to avoid acting as third-wheel lightbulbs.

Although it seemed a bit incredible that the "hidden masterminds" backed down so easily, upon closer inspection, it was actually a decision of going with the current.

Situ Dandan walked up triumphantly at this moment, followed closely by one of her husbands, Zhao Shiwen.

Yet did she have the right to coerce Lu Chen? On what grounds? Living off his money and eating his food—without her, his company wouldn't go bankrupt anyway—on what grounds could she coerce him? Could she even force him?

Twice they had found themselves in the exact same scenario, but the moods of the two had become somewhat subtle. Before dawn, Xueyu got up and went to prepare porridge, primarily to cover up the ambiguity of the previous night.

In the snowfield a few kilometers away from the outskirts of Fandolap, a neatly arranged troop had been closely monitoring the changes at the edge of the coniferous forest.

Shi Chen's words were utterly cool, and Qi Yucheng and the others all looked at him with a mix of shock and admiration.

However, she was a mature member of society; how could she show panic in front of a child over a matter like this?

Witnessing his second failure in making friends, Ye Fan not only grew confused as to how he could entertain over a dozen guests a day—since people in the service industry ought to be emotionally intelligent and adept at reading expressions—how could he mistake the master's face full of gossip for pure tenderness?