Chapter 115: A Token of Gratitude

With his gaze fixed upon his nose and his heart undisturbed, he remained as composed as an old sage, seemingly lost in thought. Even a pig could see that he was merely watching the situation spiral toward a worse outcome.

Upon hearing Liu Daxia mention three thousand men, Zhang Shou was taken aback; he hurriedly lowered his head to study the letter in his hands.

By this time, Brian had already arrived at the long table, yet the elderly Lieutenant General and the few Major Generals beside him seemed entirely unaware of his presence.

"I await you at any time!" Lin Sheng’s lips moved slightly, and without looking back, he led his group toward the base of the mountain.

The Thousand-Illusion Immortal Fox did not hesitate in the slightest; in an instant, it condensed its innate yin energy into symbols for an equality pact. Both symbols radiated powerful auras, flashing with dazzling halos of light. Following this, the two identical symbols began to merge and transform repeatedly in the space between them.

Nangong Chu was filled with grief and indignation, but having fallen into enemy hands, he had already prepared for the worst. If the worst came to pass, he would simply die—only to be reborn as a hero in twenty years. What he found most unbearable was that his great vengeance remained unfulfilled, a failure that shamed his parents in the netherworld. At this thought, even a hard man like Nangong Chu could not help but shed a few tears of a hero.

Li Suiyun could not help but admire the purity and seasoned technique of these two middle-aged men, who could spar with him for dozens of rounds despite their sixth-level ancient martial arts cultivation. Yet, since they worked for the Ouyang family just as Lu Xiao did, he had no choice but to strike ruthlessly.

The physical form of the Lotus Demon Ancestor and its six avatars were as if trapped in hell, shattered time and again, only to reform and be shattered once more; they could not escape even if they wished to.

"Hehe!" Rejected by Luo Sihan, Luo Yundong showed no sign of displeasure. He chuckled and continued flying toward the northeast, chatting with Lü Tianqi, who followed behind.

To spout such nonsense in the Hall of Deliberation—claiming that these high-ranking officials had forgotten a crucial point—was that not equivalent to accusing them of incompetence?

The atmosphere in the room reached a crescendo, and everyone raised their glasses, drinking heartily.

He led me away from the dense crowd, choosing to enter the sea from a deserted spot, then navigated from the seabed directly toward the very center of the Cangliu ocean floor.

People like Madam Zhuoran generally live long lives; no matter what they endure, they find a way to survive against all odds. They are never so easily killed.

Since the other party had voluntarily offered compensation, he found it difficult to object. After all, it was hardly a crime for someone to proactively offer to make amends.

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"It’s all your fault; you are the culprit! Regardless, I’m not letting go. I can’t escape, so you can’t either. If we die, we die together!" The slave trader made up his mind, clinging tightly and refusing to let go.

The letter written there was filled with agitation, detailing how the partnership for the A-nation mines had fallen through and how Mr. Charlie’s collaboration with other companies had incited dissatisfaction among the upper echelons of the Zongzheng family.

I returned to Ninggui Palace, feeling listless. All that talk about Hongsu being unable to handle things or it being rude—it was all a ruse to deceive me. Even though I had spent three hours going back and forth, the place was still bustling with activity.

The ascetic monk did not stand on ceremony; he picked up the flatbread on the table and ate it with the wild greens, clearly having been hungry for a long time.

But at that very moment, a burst of hearty laughter rang out from the distant sky, causing the hearts of everyone present to skip a beat.

It turned out that Murong Sheng had asked Lu Han for a report. Lu Han had originally intended to speak, but after being reprimanded, he held a grudge and intentionally made things difficult. In the end, he reported the truth to the young general.

Luo Wucheng reacted with agility, throwing Wei Changfeng to the ground the very instant the explosion sounded. While channeling his internal energy to protect his body, a towering rage ignited within him.

Channel Twelve was originally the Western Channel, but because its viewership and coverage in the western part of the mainland were poor—often, even satellite dishes in the desert couldn't receive its programs—the name "Western Channel" naturally became a joke.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, say it quickly; I’m busy!" Just as Jin Baozhu was about to stand up, she was immediately pressed back down.

Su had previously assumed that the six supreme gods sealed in Rakshasa Valley for practicing forbidden arts were merely a legend of ten thousand years. He had not expected them to truly exist. But even if they did, according to the rumors, hadn't they died because their spiritual power was exhausted and they were devoured by vengeful spirits?

These Dutch warships were roughly equivalent to thousand-liao merchant ships, making them medium-to-large combat vessels.

As soon as Chen Dong’s winter break began, he claimed he was going to the capital to stay with his grandparents, but his real purpose was to go to Huairou to film with Da Mi.

Zhaba was Haqisu’s direct superior, a Jala Ezhen. He had originally been a white-armored soldier under Haqisu, but because his sister married Dai Shan, and because he was skilled in battle, he had suddenly been promoted above Haqisu.

When Zhao Hao spoke with Nangong Xiaokong, Liu Sisi wanted to look at Zhao Hao but did not dare, for his eyes were too sharp; it felt as if she would be drawn in by a single glance.

***

Kang Honglei reached out to touch the back of his head but stopped, looking as serious as if he were discussing a philosophical problem.

Ordinarily, even gales above level ten, which could uproot large trees, would cause little harm to the group. But under the enhancement of the 'Mang Flame,' they had instantly formed a massive fire tornado.

The two of them, operating on the principle that if they couldn't have peace, no one else could either, dragged Li Yang—who attended the same school as Nie Wei and Li Chen—into the mess as well.

The battle continued; the sounds of howling and roaring were incessant. Several behemoth-like figures moved back and forth, still locked in a fierce, chaotic brawl. The immense tremors they caused were enough to make the entire plaza shake.

The next moment, Dongfang Yunyang transmitted information to his two shadow clones, and then he saw the two clones immediately transform into two afterimages and flash away.

Since he had taken over the other man’s body, and the other man’s dream was to become the greatest comic artist of the contemporary era...

Was this long-time bottom-tier low-level adventurer, Cohen, just blundering into success, or had he been concealing unfathomable wisdom all along?

His battle record had reached a staggering three-game winning streak. Even more terrifying was that in every victory, he had slaughtered almost everyone in the opponent’s battle unit; in one instance, an entire unit was massacred without a single survivor left behind.

Pan Jinlian stared in disbelief. She had never seen her own naked body in its entirety from the front; it turned out to be so breathtakingly beautiful.

Regardless of whether he was an orphan or whether he understood how to hide, this kind of operation—where a single mistake meant total ruin and the loss of more than one life—caused his adrenal cortex to secrete adrenaline frantically, no matter how calm he appeared on the surface.

"Elder brother, when you are in Yanggu County and need to pass judgment on a prisoner, who has the final say?" Dong Chao asked.

That day, Ling Yao arrived early at Qingrong’s home to pick her up for his gathering.