Volume 1 Chapter 27 Serve Me

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Li Song suddenly felt a warmth in his dantian, and his mind became crystal clear. Yet, from the Reincarnation Staff in his hand, a piercing pain shot straight into his heart.

"Masuari, do you really think I would believe you?" Zhou Jiping retorted without a hint of courtesy.

Yuan Tao had been keeping a close eye on both sides the entire time, though he was struggling to hold his ground. This Shiliang was truly an ancient, monstrous demon, possessing an endless array of arcane techniques; a moment of carelessness could lead to disaster. Seeing Shifan covered in wounds, he was unable to offer aid. As he watched the two approach, he understood their intentions all too well.

A moment ago, it was Xisa who had been draining blood with all his might, but now, the roles had reversed, and she was the one desperately feeding.

He had realized this move during a battle with Mofei. It was a pity that in the subsequent string of conflicts, Zhuang Wangu had rarely taken action himself, leaving the fighting to other powerful figures, so this technique had never had the chance to see the light of day.

The cavalrymen on the backs of their beasts loosed arrows with a whistle. The projectiles pierced the guards' throats, pinning them against the wall. The few bloodthirsty demon warriors who had rushed through the door saw the carnage and hurriedly turned back to flee.

For some reason, Dongfang Biyu maintained her posture, preventing the others from acting rashly, while she silently watched him from her mount. The Asura beside her assumed a combat stance, standing guard. Yi Zhi’s mount, strangely, showed no signs of rage, nor did it seek to end its own life upon her demise; instead, it leaned over quietly, its tongue repeatedly licking her pale neck.

The Azure Water Sword moved like a sudden, violent storm, sweeping across in an instant. Even with Concubine Xi blocking from the front, Yang Tian, who had not shrunk back, was still forced a foot backward by the barrage of invisible air blades. His arm guards, which protected his face, were covered in dense scratches. While not enough to pierce the armor, if he remained this passive, even the strongest plating would eventually fail.

There was no need for explanation. Xiao Hanxin felt a secret warmth; the reason this room had been kept for him was a testament to the old soldier’s thoughtful gesture.

After being ambushed, the Japanese dog was momentarily distracted, and I seized the opportunity to unleash a skill.

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The pig's head was given to Butcher Zhang as payment, while the rest of the offal—the heart, lungs, and trotters—was divided among the villagers who had been watching the spectacle.

This object, however, sat on the stall looking perfectly ordinary, like some poorly aged imitation. Yet, drawn by an inexplicable impulse, he felt compelled to buy it.

From that day on, she never mentioned it again. If she wanted to spoil him, let her. They were all her own children; if a mother didn't cherish them, who would?

The current crop of freshmen was at the peak of their influence, riding a wave of momentum that completely overshadowed the sophomores.

By the afternoon, seeing that Xiao Feng showed no signs of waking, and thinking that night was falling, they realized the chickens had nowhere to go.

Moreover, his skepticism was perfectly reasonable. Each town had fifteen or twenty villages; two towns combined meant nearly forty. While it didn't span a hundred miles, it certainly covered seventy or eighty.

Saying his piece, Chen Xingjia took the glass, downed a drink with Sun Mantang, then set down the microphone and walked toward the door.

The six young men who had jumped out the window moments ago did not end up as mangled as they had expected.

The Thousand-Gold Body-Protection Mantra originated from the orthodox teachings of the Northern Ghost Emperor of the Underworld; tigers and leopards would flee at the sound of it, and evil spirits would be struck with terror.

After this round, everyone chose to submit. There was no other way; Su Yu’s methods were not at all bloody, but they were incredibly effective.

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When it was time to work, I would also scramble to help—though due to the "special geographical environment" here, there wasn't much to do, but the routine records and inspections were indispensable.

Zhang Ma took the pill, swallowed it, and sat cross-legged on the ground, sinking his energy into his dantian and circulating his inner spiritual power to begin refining the elixir.

The clash was heaven-shaking and earth-shattering, leaving the many God-Kings watching from the sidelines in astonishment.

Zheng Hao and the others were still standing in front of a barbecue stall not far away. The owner, also a young man, seemed familiar with the thugs, chatting with them while roasting skewers. Seeing they were ready, he sprinkled some seasoning and handed them over. Unable to eat, Zheng Hao waved his hand, refused the food, and stood there blankly.

To Tang Feng, the power of this gun was negligible. The worst he had ever handled was the Type 54, and later, while on missions, he began using the Austrian Glock 17 9mm pistol and the Italian Beretta M9, also known as the Beretta 92.

Thinking of how He Zicen had just left the capital, Tao Zhuohua felt a sudden, groundless panic. With no one to use in the Ruan Palace, she paid a visit to Shopkeeper Yun’s House of Benevolent Waters, asking her to send someone to follow them secretly and to pass the news of Concubine Xie’s collusion with Rui An to Alimu, so that their side could keep a closer watch.

The Bai family indeed proposed opening a branch of the Yishan Zhai in Shanxi. The Duke of England’s estate would provide the medicinal diet recipes and the chefs, while the Bai family would partner with them to open a bill-draft firm, with the Bai family selecting the managers and staff.

Jinghe curtsied in response, her gaze falling on Jingqi, who was slumped on the floor. She wore a bright purple jacket with a front-opening design, covering her face with a handkerchief and sobbing softly. Her appearance, like pear blossoms in the rain, looked pitiable, while her maid, Qingmiao, knelt in the corner of the room, trembling like a sheet of white paper.