Volume 1, Chapter 24: Straight into the Heartland

Of course, if the Xiao family were powerful, Xiao Xiao would certainly stand up for her if he knew about the grievances she suffered today; she was absolutely certain that Xiao Xiao was someone who protected his own.

"Forget it, forget it, let her be. I can't control her anyway," the old matriarch said, waving her hand with an air of listlessness.

When they parted, she did not wake Xiao Zhan, but she would remember this man forever. She knew even more clearly that during her next five years as an Interpol agent, meeting him again would become a new goal.

Mu Jinxi gave a soft hum, not bothering to argue with him. She smiled at Jue Lin and followed Shopkeeper Zhang into the kitchen.

Therefore, the people building the wall found that the best thing to do was to sit together and gossip, which helped alleviate the impact of the harsh weather.

Ling'er followed behind them, watching Brother Qi Yang's unsteady gait. It did not look like he was faking it, and her heart ached terribly.

As for that Qin Gude, apart from his long-range explosive shots, he had nothing but plain and simple dribbling skills.

Gao Yang naturally pretended not to hear. He gestured to Ling Yunchao, who had already consciously carried Xiao Zihan on his back. Both men’s feet flashed with light as they charged up the wall.

The Yellow Turban defenders on the city walls and the Han imperial troops below simultaneously erupted with earth-shattering war cries. Amidst this boundless momentum, the Han imperial troops formed their ranks, stepping forward slowly and steadily toward the city of Guangzong. The great battle for Guangzong was on the verge of breaking out.

Authentic old-pit jade from Myanmar is worth a fortune even in later generations, let alone in the current era.

"I use a saber in infantry combat, and both a spear and a saber on horseback. The Yang family is known for their spear techniques, so I use the spear more often," Yang Zhi said.

There were marked targets in front of the formation; those were distance markers. At one hundred and fifty meters, one could hit the mark. At this distance, the muskets had lethality, though not strong, but at one hundred and twenty meters, they had the power to kill cavalry.

That is to say, the poor wretch Yan Liang never even got to exchange blows with the Second Brother Guan before he was killed by him on his chariot, right in the midst of ten thousand horses and soldiers.

The First Fleet consisted of over fifteen hundred men, with six hundred left to guard the warships. Wu Song had five hundred personal guards, and the camp on the shore held fewer than fifteen hundred men in total.

After the routed soldiers arrived, Zhang Wei kept staring at the gap, waiting to see Yan Zhi so he could call him over and ask what exactly happened during the raid on the camp. But after the first batch of soldiers had passed, Zhang Wei still did not see Yan Zhi’s figure, and he knew something terrible had happened.

Unexpectedly, she actually wanted to go to a place where the Demon race had been spotted right now to probe their secrets.

"A contract? Mr. Li Tian, if I remember correctly, someone here has also signed a debt of 1.1 trillion US dollars with me." As Li Tian sat further away, he no longer posed much of a threat to her.

Furthermore, the White Fang had also suffered a major blow. They would likely lie low for a long time, at least within the Four Great Kingdoms. This was not only due to the loss of personnel who participated in the war, but also because such methods of attacking cities had become so extreme that they terrified everyone.

After several rounds of fire, although the Ximen family's airship remained sturdy, its protective shield was growing thinner and thinner.

The sunset’s afterglow still felt hot. The temperature had jumped from a few degrees initially to over twenty, and summer in the North City was about to arrive.

The accompanying officials naturally nodded in agreement. After all, this was the Chairman, who not only controlled the nation's military forces but also held political power. The Chairman continued to examine the items, and when he finally saw the gold and other valuables, he could not help but grow angry.

Although the child had not yet been born, she could already feel that he was a lively and active baby.

Seeing Ye Feng’s righteous indignation, Huang Shan couldn't help but burst into laughter. She gave Ye Feng a charming glare and said, "Is that how you talk? Sister Shan is so old, what 'young and beautiful'!" Although Huang Shan didn't admit it with her mouth, she felt sweet inside.

Ling Feng understood; it wanted Ling Feng to kill it. Only by killing it could Ling Feng survive.

"Hey, don't you feel like someone is following us?" I had felt something was wrong for a while now.

Shao Fei did not like to fight to the death with the enemy, engaging in head-on collisions or wars of attrition. This had a lot to do with his year as a scout and his eventual enlistment into the special forces unit as a private.

Feng Yiheng didn't want his coat, and Chi Wan felt it was a burden to carry in her hands, so she simply draped it over her shoulders and followed him out of the construction site.

Thinking of this, I grew a bit worried. No matter what it was, having existed in the world for so long and having killed so many people, its abilities must be beyond what ordinary warding talismans or common practitioners could subdue. Moreover, at the time, I knew nothing about this thing, so it was inevitable that I was terrified.

The moment he finished speaking, with a "slap," Ye Jinquan struck Sun Jicha, knocking him to the ground. Sun Jicha saw stars dancing before his eyes and nearly fainted. He spat into his right palm, revealing a blood-soaked molar.

"Wasn't it said that President Ji personally ran to City C to win her back? How did it turn into a 'forcing the palace with child in tow' situation?" There was much discussion within Yunyang.

Chen Sisi's snow-white, beautiful legs appeared, poking out from the blue hem of her skirt. It was dazzling.

"But it's not a total loss. At the very least, we know that the factory isn't exactly a conscientious one," Zhang Ranran said.

"You live in a house every day, just like you breathe air every day. If it’s not good, you might as well not live!" Jing Wei didn't know why, but whenever Xintong contradicted her, she couldn't help but snap back. It didn't matter when or where; arguing with her had become a habit, just like eating every day.

Before the Sand Immortal Monarch could respond, Luo Jinfeng suddenly looked at the Spirit Locust Immortal Monarch with a playful smile and asked.