Chapter 96: Even a Mouse Would Be Moved to Tears

When Gu Wushuang burst in wearing her uniform, everyone was startled. The tomb raider leader signaled the others to remain calm and stood up to inquire, “Officer, we haven’t broken any laws.” Gu Wushuang drew her gun without hesitation. “Stand against the wall, all of you. Resist, and you’ll pay with your lives.” One man wearing...

“He Yang! Your father was assigned by Lu Ke to patrol the river for three hundred miles. Does that mean he too has betrayed the Dragon God of the River?” Jiang An sneered coldly, fixing his gaze on He Yang.

This was what led the overclocked Snapdragon 865, rebranded as the Snapdragon 870, to its moment of glory; even after three years, its presence was still felt everywhere.

Big Wolf adored Red Eye, and now no longer ran up the mountain. He always stayed by her side, waiting for her wounds to heal just enough before taking her outside to play.

Li Laiheng was fighting desperately. He had charged into the Ming army’s ranks three times alone, suffering no fewer than eight wounds. He slew a Ming officer of a thousand men and two of a hundred, instilling such fear that the Ming soldiers avoided him, yet still he could not stem the tide of defeat for the rebel forces.

Su Ciyi stirred her coffee thoughtfully, scrutinizing Xu Qingzhi with a profound, inscrutable glimmer swirling in her apricot eyes.

Upon hearing these words, Su Xing and the others frowned, turning toward him. This old, stubborn man had claimed to manifest a dragon spirit’s shadow, then withdrew from the Ascending Dragon Association of his own accord.

As soon as these consciousnesses entered the soul body, they instinctively fought ferociously for control. The strongest of them rampaged wildly, causing him unbearable pain and nearly robbing him of his senses.

The original base city sat four hundred kilometers inland from the coast, while the other two base cities stood proudly by the sea.

Liu Li rolled over in frustration on the sofa; it was far too uncomfortable to lie on. She resolved to replace it with a velvet one when she had the money.

The broken blade bore a slanted tip, sharper even than the usual point.

Men Qing turned his head and said solemnly, “You all go first. Let me end these beasts myself.”

Lin Shanshan’s cheeks flushed. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Xing Weiping, but her heart brimmed with joy and a touch of pride.

Zhang Qi and Sima Yan exchanged a glance, realizing that their host saw through them, though he merely changed his wording to push them aside. They could only smile helplessly.

After all, this wager was far from simple. Even if Ye Fan showed up, if he failed to defeat Shen Lian, Stardust would still lose.

As the lamp on the sixth floor of the Martial Tower extinguished, the seventh floor’s lamp was lit in its place.

“Isn’t it your territory? I refuse to believe it—if you managed to dig up news of the other side bribing the referees, you couldn’t resist doing a little bribing yourself, could you?” Yang Hao, the second-generation rich, spoke in a manner befitting his status.

“Tch, what a country bumpkin.” An incongruous voice suddenly sounded nearby.

Their lie detectors here mostly judge whether the subject is lying based on heartbeat fluctuations and such. If someone’s mind is strong enough, it’s useless.

Duan Yanran was always calm, never reckless with Ling Tianyu, but now she agreed—wasn’t this just fooling around?

Liu Bang breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Let’s hope so.” He then instructed the officers of each camp to keep their men in check, forbidding rash actions. Anyone who disobeyed would face execution. The generals listened and dared not slacken, each going about their duties.

And in fact, the sound wave was a very useful friend and bodyguard to the shock wave; if possible, keeping him around was also advantageous.

This man’s words revealed a thorough mastery of the Absolute Martial Divine Skill. Could his identity be connected to the Yan Dynasty’s royal family?

At this moment, Tang Long was once again certain—Leng Aoxue truly liked him. Her earlier displays of dissatisfaction with Bingling were clearly jealousy. Yet, this cold girl was so proud she refused to admit it in words.