Chapter 63: Yet Lacking the Heart to Punish

Seeing Jin Siqi's tears well up instantly and overflow her eyes, her whole appearance turning into a picture of fragile sorrow, Jin Shixun's heart softened somewhat. After all, she was his own biological sister. Yet Jin Siqi seemed truly unable to understand why her brother would treat her this way.

"Then tell me, why did you treat Qinxin like that? Did she do something to anger you?"

"I was well-behaved..."

He had been in the Foundation Establishment stage for quite some time now. With the Creation Bead held in his mouth and practicing in accordance with the Azure Wood Art, it was just as the saying goes—when conditions are ripe, success naturally follows.

Jia Qing kept talking, and Yan Yun knew she meant that Team 421 had not been targeted by Jia Huanren.

As the two fought while moving further and further away, the other zombies clearly perceived Yan Yun's intentions, yet they made no effort to stop them at all.

This forest was vast, and Yan Hanshui and the others could not see where it ended at a single glance. With no other choice, they had to walk inward step by step. After walking for nearly a full day, Yan Hanshui seemed to hear the toll of a bell. She immediately pricked up her ears and looked around at the paper-thin trees.

The King of Qin had conscripted all young men over the age of fifteen across the country to participate in the war. This was national strength, and also bold resolution... If the State of Zhao were to do this, half the population would likely starve to death halfway through.

"In addition, we want eighty percent of the tax revenue share and the monthly military supplies!" Miao Qing's calm face was written with absolute taken-for-grantedness. Having heard Wu Hai recount the entire course of the Eastern Expedition, she felt that asking for eighty percent was not excessive in the least.

Amidst the chase and flight, a thick mist suddenly surged in the passage ahead, spewing out a patch of dark light. Following a sudden flash, it transformed into a humanoid figure—a monster with wings sprouting from its ribs appeared before the two of them.

When he had assassinated Pang Feiyan back then, Xiao Qi had been hiding in the distance and had once felt his killing intent, which was quite terrifying, gloomy, and bone-chilling.

Zhang Fei thought to himself that any man would act abnormally if he were in her state, and he strongly suspected that Tao Yiting was deliberately teasing him.

Duan De felt a slight ache in his teeth. He had been dining at the "China House" yesterday, so he naturally knew the price of the "Divine Dragon Set Menu." Two "Twelve-Star Divine Dragon Sets" plus the dishes on the table had cost him half his old life.

Before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly reached out from behind him and pressed squarely onto his shoulder.

Previously, Gong Limo had always thought that Chu Yuhaier's failure to menstruate was due to emotional blockages caused by leaving him.

However, just when Baili Chun thought that Chu Liuyue would continue to stall for time this time, she suddenly broke into a brilliant smile.

Yet, unable to capture even the relatively flat terrain of the southern slope after prolonged attacks, coupled with the loss of generals and troops, the commander-in-chief of the Western Chu army began to lose his composure.

Whether it was status or renown, coupled with Ying Gao's astonishing methods, this could allow the Ba clan to rise to even greater heights.

"Boss, we'll be taking this same route on our way back. If there's anything you want us to bring back for you from Chang'an, just say the word," Peng Wuwang said generously.

Fang Ruohan wore a look of utter astonishment, her complexion still deathly pale, with a thread of bright red blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

These superpower users, who owed their survival to Wen Ni and Qimeng, could be said to have fully embodied their will, absolutely forbidding any ruling faction from harming the common people.

Accompanied by the two elderly folks, the hotel they found naturally wasn't too shabby—over four hundred a night—which made the two old people's hearts ache with distress.

The TV was playing an anime, an action-packed, passionate battle genre where the protagonist and his companions embarked on a grand adventure to stop a villainous organization that intended to destroy the world with a "planet-destroying bomb." It was also an anime I had watched in my past life, but I hadn't watched much of it back then and stopped, so I didn't know whether it ultimately had a good ending or a bad one.

"It is truly a pity," Hu Ma expressed profound grief. His sincerity was so genuine that it made me feel a bit ashamed.