33 Time Travel to the Qing Dynasty (33)

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Slaid appeared atop the command platform of the central warship, watching the approaching Neptunian fleet with a triumphant smile on his face.

The three of them each rode their horses back to their respective camps. No outsider knew what had been discussed in their meeting, and no one dared to ask. Guo Jia never revealed a single word until his death, leaving the matter a mystery in later history.

Not just her, but everyone present, except Huosihan, wore expressions of shock.

The black-robed man holding the triangular token slowly approached the five-colored light pillar and removed his hood, revealing a handsome face framed by black-rimmed glasses. He bowed respectfully to the four standing before him.

She did not want others to think she had a close relationship with Jiang Yicheng or was receiving “special treatment.”

Even with a thousand doubts in her heart, the facts before her left no room for disbelief.

Continuing to suppress the boundary and enhance soul power, once she left the Scorched Wasteland, she could leap directly across realms.

Yue Wuxin stepped forward in a single stride, instantly appearing before Hansheng. As she had done with Zhou Rongtian, she plunged a short blade stained with Zhou Rongtian’s heart’s blood into Hansheng’s heart.

But thinking about it, it made sense. Chu Jingxian, the buyer, had doubled the price of a divine ability, spending so many divine crystals. So, requesting a few conditions seemed reasonable.

By the time the early morning hour arrived, under the fierce assault of the Cao army, the western gate of Jiangxi was on the verge of collapse. Upon receiving the report, Li Dian quickly redirected troops from the south and north gates to reinforce the western gate’s defense.

Considering they had to visit Research Institute 214 in the afternoon, Hu Yiting and Kang Yaoxiang each drank a couple of glasses of wine before starting to eat.

“Move out! Advance in a straight line!” Zhou Lanyu pointed, and the youths slung their backpacks and began their march.

The young master Meng was taken by a eunuch to Empress Dowager Cixi’s palace and was never seen by her again. Those rumors about sleeping with Cixi seemed unlikely to come true.

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This way, perhaps a few more contestants could be eliminated, giving Yan Xi more ample opportunity to challenge.

Inside the mansion were Xuan Zonglu, Lady Xuan Zhou, along with Xuan Hongtao and Lady Xuan Huang, plus a throng of maids and servants. Outside, Xuan Yuemeng’s guards stood watch. The American police dispatched a hundred men daily on rotating shifts, all specifically assigned to protect Young Master Meng. After he had once been kidnapped by Zhi Lin, Meng had become especially cautious.

The Club World Cup almost turned into a farce once again. Many journalists close to FIFA criticized Notts County for disrespecting the tournament. However, most media remained silent. The feud between FIFA and Notts County was widely known; no way would Notts County shamelessly bow to FIFA’s demands.

Meanwhile, Tang Tian was executing his plan—sending those people to the Divine Kingdom. The power achievements had been secured; now it was time to handle other matters, though some obstacles remained.

Ambitious people were astonished, yet deep down understood this was an unrepeatable success.

The Angry Blitz had been used once, firing an arrow that never missed, its power depending on the intensity of the anger.

As the sun set and most tourists departed, leaving the skies near the northwest sea empty save for a gigantic fireball appearing over the water, Elquitte finally completed her task. Wiping the sand stuck to her face, she called out joyfully to Su Mo.

His warm lips brushed her ear faintly, mingling with the steamy mist and the sound of rushing water in the shower, inexplicably causing her body to shiver.

For example, after slaying a realm expert, one would gain many points; upon obtaining rare celestial treasures, more points could be exchanged; mapping the terrain inside or discovering valuable items would earn further rewards.

“All right.” Su Mu’s mother responded and slowly placed the lamb rolls into the hotpot.

“If something’s bothering you, tell me; I want to cheer you up,” Su Luo smiled brightly at him.

Qi Yurou truly overestimated her. If she wanted to harm her, why would she injure herself so badly? Was it worth it?

The young man listened bewildered and quickly shook his head, “That’s not true! Don’t chase shadows and ghosts!” Then recalling how he had nearly shared intimacy with the ghost mother several times, he felt a wave of unease.

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Hu Xue only felt the man carrying it; in no time, he casually threw it away.

Zhang Ruyun understood clearly and guessed that Wang Jianqiu probably already knew Xiangqiu’s origins. This elder spoke plainly and logically, which somewhat eased Zhang’s mind. Still, curiosity gnawed at him, so he asked about the origins of the Thunder Sound Cave and what kind of demon or deity dwelled within.

Most importantly, that plate of water chestnut cake also came from the imperial kitchen. Tracing it back, the empress was inevitably involved.

Since Qin Yibai’s cultivation had been strengthened by practicing alchemy under the sea, he had truly advanced to the Divine Transformation stage. Yet, the idea of simultaneously repelling two Divine Transformation masters of equal rank was nothing but a fool’s dream.

After repeated requests and under his dual-eyed gaze, Mai Zi blushed and covered her chest properly. After all, he had seen everything he shouldn’t have, and now she belonged to him.

She did not want to owe anyone favors, whether Li Yong’s or Xu Ziheng’s. Even if it meant suffering some loss, she preferred a clean break to avoid entanglements.

With the Qi family setting an example, many wealthy households in the city also set up porridge stalls. For a while, the riverside in the southern city bustled, temporarily alleviating the refugees’ urgent needs.

The great bird that had been thrown to its death showed no edible flesh or blood. Instead, at its final moment, its corpse transformed into a flickering blaze of light, rapidly merging into Lu Chuan’s body.

Now, he and Chun Nai Pingguo lived well, with a two-year-old boy added to the family. Though their life was somewhat humble, it was peaceful and happy.

Those eyes, like a gateway to hell, faintly suggested that beyond that door lay endless despair, concealing countless tragic remnants.