Chapter 41

When Ji Ruyue finally met Hua Hongfang, she discovered to her surprise that someone completely unexpected was accompanying him.

"But—" Lan Yun still wanted to speak, but her mouth was already covered by Luotian's large hand. At this moment, an extraordinary sweetness filled her heart. Because the person she loved would go to any lengths for her, how many people in this world could offer such devotion?

Zhiyun weighed the gun in her hand. This was not a magic rifle, but a conventional weapon manufactured by the Ministry of Works and recently issued to several firearms battalions. It bore a striking resemblance to the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle of later generations. Its recoil was undeniably heavy, yet it was still far superior to the firearms presented as tribute by France in previous years.

Once the strength of an esper reached a certain level, their internal energy would forge various connections with the energy of heaven and earth. Under such circumstances, sensitive espers would develop a kind of premonition; as long as it concerned them—whether for good or ill—they could perceive certain signs of it.

Mo Shaojun's innocence had completely blurted out Mo Yi's intentions. Qi Lin's words had been true indeed: Mo Yi had only brought Mo Shaojun along to test her identity. So it turned out that all of this was his doing.

For many years to come, no matter how miserable or heartbroken Xuanyuan Ye might feel, whenever he recalled this moment, his heart would taste sweet.

This time, someone actually dared to compete with Bado for a young woman, which truly astonished the crowd. They all looked curiously toward Luotian. Ning Ruyue, who had been keeping her head down all along, felt that the voice sounded quite familiar and looked up. When she saw that it was Luotian, a crystal-clear tear quietly slipped down her cheek.

"If you fail to meet his demands, he won't make things difficult for you?" Mo Yi had never believed that Duanmu Hao was such an easy person to talk to.

Given how strongly Shui Xinrou resisted him, he could only agree with Zhou Tao's suggestion for the time being, though he would secretly protect her.

"What is this? Old Comrade Liang, this story should be finished by now, shouldn't it?" Lü Zhenxiang asked.

Ling Xiao offered an honest smile, then cupped his fists slightly toward the dozen or so people surrounding him.

Fresh blood splattered across the air, and three soldiers were caught by the spreading cracks, leaving wounds so deep their bones were visible.

Su Jianxin sat to one side without joining the conversation. He found Xia Lan utterly hypocritical; someone engaged in psychological therapy was truly extraordinary, possessing far greater insight than ordinary people, yet being even more adept at spouting nonsense.

Ling Xiao only had one month. Prior to this, he had already spent ten days, meaning that his true body could stay with Lei Ya for at most twenty days. By then, when he reverted to his original form, the deception would be exposed.

Are you kidding me? Even if Feng Lai wanted to resist, he needed the capital to do so. Watching Mercedes slaughtering everything in sight and seeing several of his companions perish miserably at Mercedes's hands, Feng Lai completely lost any thought of resistance.

"Who is this acting so arrogant? Killing a legendary hero—does he even have that kind of strength?" a bewildered player asked in a low voice.

Since someone else had prepared the food, Li Ji didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it with a smile, joining Hanbing for a hearty meal. Afterward, Li Ji's team continued on their journey.

As long as there were people, and the traces of human existence, it proved that their choice to enter this oasis had been correct.

"Damn it, trying to give me a cremation? Once I get out of here, I'll geld the lot of you!" Fu Yang shouted, burning with rage.

"Tsk tsk, the night is long, polishing your knife won't stop the two of us from chatting." The otaku yawned. Strange, why was he still so sleepy after having slept for most of the day? Could this be the legendary autumn fatigue?

Moreover, Yuan Xi was well aware that the cousins Tadun and Louban were not on good terms. Therefore, Yuan Xi only associated with Tadun and completely ignored Louban.

According to the customs of the Liuyun Empire, concubines favored by the Emperor had to be buried alive with him. Many of them had only been favored once or twice in their entire lives, yet they had to bring their lives to such a gloomy end—how tragic a fate was that!

The personnel would be selected for me by Dongfang Shikong from the various dragon lairs in Jizhou—generally individuals with a bit of ability who had never undertaken tasks in Handan. There would be about a dozen people, taking two game days to arrive. Upon arrival, Li Dong would lead them first, and I would assign tasks upon my return.

For the next fifty years, Dayan Mobile's armed escorts in Liangzhou never lost a single cargo run, turning the feat into a legend within the industry. However, all of that is a story for another day.

Sun Wukong lay sprawled amidst a dozen scattered wine jars, reeking of alcohol, muttering incoherently to himself while his hands waved back and forth as he occasionally chuckled foolishly.

Yuan Shao had blundered in his well-digging and had fought in battles more than once; he knew all too well how terrifying Zhao Zilong of Changshan was. He hurriedly ordered a retreat, setting up camp ten miles away to reorganize his troops and prepare for battle against Zhao Yun.

Words echoed in Huang Ke's ears. The wind had already arrived the moment he drew his bowstring, his right hand gathered into fingers pressed against his waist, and cyan energy surged wildly along his arm.

Zhang Minghui stared at Huo Nan, who was less than a few centimeters away from him, and shuddered violently all over. Overwhelmed by sheer panic, his body instinctively leaped into mid-air, intending to pass the ball to the arriving Liu Hongyi.