Chapter 25
“Weren’t you just trying to make me look bad? Can I really trust what you say?” Chu Qingchen did not believe these people’s lies.
Chu Qingchen cherished this peaceful yet busy life—free from all sorts of disputes, gossip, and schemes.
Once upon a time, an old man found a gourd seed while gathering herbs on a mountain. He planted it in his courtyard, and from the gourd vine grew seven gourd babies. When the old man was captured by demons, the gourd babies endured countless hardships to rescue him and defeated two monsters.
The two men collapsed on the ground, struggling and writhing like two water snakes entwined in mating, but it was all futile.
Just as Li Wei was organizing the defenses around the silver mine, two town militia members came gasping from the direction of Cape Town, their expressions grave.
He Da Niu didn’t know how to describe the tumult of feelings inside her; she looked around in confusion.
Though the sound was faint, with all his effort, he finally managed to call out in a natural, unforced manner. To be continued.
In the grand hall overseen by Lin Yue, the latter sat solemnly at the head, her face dark and troubled.
Shao Lan thought this through and decided not to dwell on it, instead gazing out the window, unwilling to speak further with He Da Niu.
Strangely, when his car passed by, their gazes did not waver. Moreover, they hadn’t blinked for three minutes.
They even dared to expend a drop of their supreme realm’s essence blood to contact their peak supreme ancestors lingering in the endless void, receiving covert assistance from several forebears.
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That voice unleashed a roar like a mighty beast, sounding desperate. Suddenly, a flicker in its eyes, it pounced beside Axuan.
The Liu sisters nearby watched him weep so bitterly. Thinking of their own lack of family and support, now recognizing a brother whose father was like their own, yet unable to avenge their father's death, they too sobbed uncontrollably.
Jing Ruxuan and five others found themselves surrounded, on the brink of a final battle. They all took their stances, ready to face the enemy.
The four great families, four heavenly kings, twelve principal gods, and two supreme beings—these ranks had been painstakingly built over decades in Huaxia. Wang Yue could not simply confer all these titles at once.
Yang Lao, instead of flying into a rage, was eerily calm—an eerie stillness. He knew he lacked the ability, knew he could not achieve it. Speaking now would be futile, only adding to the mockery.
The previously tense young man suddenly softened, gesturing politely and leading the way first.
“I came to talk to your commander. Everyone disperse,” Guo Gang waved and headed toward the stairs. He had expected B team to disband immediately, but he was wrong; the unit remained unmoved.
They arrived at the lakeside area between Yongjin Gate and Qingbo Gate on the southeast shore of West Lake. Willows lined the lake, swaying gently in the breeze like emerald waves. Orioles sang sweetly, and passersby paused to listen.
Chen Liuhe’s forceful tone silenced Di Tianya, who dared not speak. His chest heaved, emotions roiling uncontrollably.
After lunch, Long Tianchen lay in bed, tossing and turning with no sign of sleep, making the bedboards creak incessantly.
Chen Langya’s hand gently touched Alinasia’s face, feeling her flawless skin, a sensation as pleasant to him as to her. Yet suddenly, Alinasia stepped back sharply, glancing coldly at Chen Langya, breathing heavily with a refined exhale.
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Qin Luofan hadn’t expected Chen Mohan to remain trapped in the terror of that night for days. She refused to leave her bedroom and clung to him relentlessly.
“You prodigal son, at least you came back to see me. Shows you have some conscience,” Huo Sicheng grumbled, rolling his eyes at his grandson Huo Tianqi. He was both angry and fond—angry at his carelessness and constant troublemaking, fond because he always cleaned up his messes and grew more protective.
“Why did you kill my country, Min?” the ninja asked coldly, voice trembling.
Outside, a car horn sounded—a Jeep Wrangler pulled in. Huo Tianqi was here to join the commotion today. Qin Feng realized he hadn’t seen this guy in a while and wondered what nonsense he was up to. As a bystander, he envied this carefree idler.
Archers were far more common than those two burly men. Many arrow towers in town required NPC soldiers to guard them, while melee NPCs were cannon fodder, purchased only to break hearts.
“Go away! Damn you, Gu Ling’er! What are you thinking? Has your head been scrambled? You’re hanging by a thread—how can you waste your mind on such nonsense?”
This fight drained nearly all of Chen Mohan’s strength. Until now, she had been holding on with sheer willpower. But seeing this man shattered all her defenses instantly, her vision blackened, and she fainted.
“So you mean Emperor Brother did this for my sake and for the sake of the court?” Jianning looked up.
Jiang Shuyan stared blankly at Shen Jiugo. He had his hands in his pockets, slowly closing the distance toward her. His handsome face loomed large before Jiang Shuyan.