Volume 1, Chapter 41: The Final Plan

Deep beneath the Village Hidden in the Leaves, elderly Madara sat upon his wooden throne with a countenance full of vicissitudes. Below him, several new chairs had been added.

Seated in these chairs were Fengtian, Shisui, Sasori, and Obito, who had just completed his training!

Lele seemed unsatisfied with just that, and suddenly shouted toward me from several meters away, "Piggy, I love you!" Instantly, it drew the gazes of countless passersby around them.

Yesterday, Junior Sister Ji had made a fuss about missing medicinal pills in her bundle, and in the end, there was no conclusion as to whether Lin Jianru had taken them or not. Mu Jiu had only intervened because she felt their methods were too harsh, having no particular feelings for Lin Jianru himself. Therefore, she expected even less for him to come and express his gratitude.

Princess Huaiyang stood beside her, incessantly casting a look of disdain at Song Chenghao, who was lost in thought.

On October 3, 2007, in Sichuan, a sudden car crash robbed me of my dearest Lele. That was a day I could never forget for the rest of my life; on that day, all happiness left me behind.

Su Rongyi instructed Xuxia to take Qiu Qingkong and his men to have a meal, tidied herself up a bit, and then went to see Song Chenghao.

The power contained within a single sentence in the jade slip was not merely a notch higher than the divine sense of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator; rather, it thoroughly mastered the engraving techniques of those ancient, mighty jade slips.

"Impressive, truly impressive. These people's bodies can really take it; my heart aches for the surrounding mountains," Su Yi clicked his tongue in secret. Fortunately, Princess Tianmeng wasn't crashing toward him, or even the Azure Cloud Sword might not have been able to withstand such an impact.

Past events were like yesterday, and for a moment I could not control myself. So I could still shed tears, yet I no longer had the strength to distinguish which on my face were raindrops and which were tears.

It let out another piercing, mournful cry, and the barbs on the roses covering its body stood up one by one, pouring down frantically toward the position of Qiye Chenyan like a storm of pear blossoms.

She walked over. There were no lights in the alley, only the dim illumination leaking from the distant streetlamps of the flower market. She walked very slowly, step by step toward Shijin.

Before long, Lin Tao arrived before Kublai Khan's royal tent, only to see surrounding large tents stretching far into the distance, making it obvious that a great many Mongol soldiers were stationed here. Even so, Lin Tao still walked straight ahead.

Just as Hanyun was about to give up on trying again, the Mark of the Thief surged upward, grabbed Hanyun's arm, and violently pulled him outward, sending both of them tumbling out together.

As they fought their way forward, a huge shadow suddenly appeared within the sandstorm ahead, and everyone looked over in that direction.

"You're a dying man, why ask so much!" The evil spirit general, wielding a massive broadsword, slashed directly at Cao Yanbing. The weapon in the evil spirit general's hand looked more like a Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

Li Yi held the kunai gun and casually fired a few shots at the approaching alien insects, taking down an insect larva with every single shot.

Although he had already stated it once before, upon being asked by this fierce-looking Orc boss, Gukesi did not dare to hesitate and immediately recounted the little bit of information he knew.

The atmosphere was indeed a bit ambiguous; anyone in such an environment would let their imagination run wild. Although Xuejian trusted Qian Ruhuai deeply, she couldn't help her heart beating faster at this moment. Would he really try to do something to her? If so, should she resist or submit when that time came?

Lin Tao let out a cold snort and directly charged to meet Luo Rulie, while Xu Changqing at the side immediately drew his sword and went up to assist Lin Tao.

Having walked only a few steps outside, a group of people approached from the opposite direction. Two men in black bodyguards walked in front, while three or five impeccably dressed, boss-like men surrounded a formidable-looking man in a suit, bowing and scraping with obsequious, flattering smiles on every face.