Chapter 52: A Gentle Kiss

"How many?"

Mother Wen drew her sword from its scabbard and walked toward the stairs.

"Judging by the sound of the bells, at least two squads, around six people," Father Wen's voice grew fainter in the distance.

Though indistinct, their final exchange still reached Wen Shiyan's ears.

"That skeleton has been packed into A-Yan's wardrobe. If it comes to it, setting a fire might disrupt their tracking."

"Right, the lamp oil left is..."

Meanwhile, relying on the traffic accumulated over the years, Great Waves Technology Group expanded into the e-commerce apparel industry.

Had they acted a little sooner, perhaps it would have been their television station's turn.

It was impossible to tell how much force Xu Dong had exerted, but the short man's arm instantly hung limply at his side. He staggered back a few steps before finally letting out a miserable shriek.

Xu Hongji offered no lengthy explanations to the emotionally agitated elderly servants; he merely issued a deep, authoritative command for them to step down.

Thus the two sides exchanged blows, alternately attacking and defending, constantly wearing down their own forces as well as the enemy's.

With two earth-shattering punches, the fatty boar let out a muffled groan. His fleshy face was completely caved in, and his massive, swine-like body slammed backward into the other mercenaries, instantly bowling over a large swath of them. Those who were hit could not get back up; supporting themselves with their palms on the ground, they vomited blood continuously.

Li Xin felt that Liu Quan's words made some sense. No matter what, solving the food problem for this army of over a thousand men was the crucial first step. Yet he felt it necessary to discuss the matter with Lu Jiu, who also deemed the method feasible. Since there was no battle to fight for the moment, the overriding priority was to secure provisions and water for the army.

After all, they were all sons of the Han race. Though they all looked down on Master Guo, these words nonetheless struck a chord within them, almost frightening Master Guo's mustache askew.

However, after all, he was not Luan Yi, who could pluck Peng Tuo's head from among tens of thousands of Yellow Turban rebels as if reaching into a pocket. Correspondingly, Cao Ren was not someone foolish and brave like Peng Tuo. On the contrary, Cao Ren was not only resourceful, but had also made preparations beforehand.

Ordinarily, the two of them would not dare to spend money so recklessly, but today they intended to let Ye Chen foot the bill. A single meal like this would surely cost no less than tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

Yet now they had encountered someone who cared not in the least, smashing the smiling monk into such a pathetic state.

The third place finisher was truly wretched; Zhang Xiaoyi and Bo Haoze were left in the village eating salted vegetables mixed with rice, all for the sake of the contrast demanded by the program's production crew.

Stern and other members of Congress were in the conference room, all wearing grave expressions as they discussed matters.

Wolverine's entire skeleton was forged from a superalloy; facing Magneto, he was utterly powerless to fight back.

After the company went bankrupt, he finally found a place to stay, only to have the local power bureau cut off the electricity to his home because he failed to pay the utility bill.

Yet, in Zhang Junhui's eyes, the more the man smiled like that, the stronger the urge to beat him up.

Looking at that deadpan expression of his, Bo Haoze did not dare refuse to get out of the car, terrified of being kicked down a moment later.

Primarily, the Half-Side Old Nun was currently the nominal head of the Wudang Sect. If she spoke up, there might be no room left for maneuver.

The Viceroy of Liangjiang was essentially the ceiling of regional officials. Once he returned to the capital, he would undoubtedly become a core minister of the imperial court. To offend such a person—was that not courting death?

With a wave of Zhu Yang's hand, a thousand cavalrymen charged once more, and moments later, those several hundred men were completely slaughtered.

Or was it the Daoist path that defies destiny and karma, struggles against nature, and pursues longevity and ascension?

"I mean your ambition is definitely not to be Elder Changming the Second; even if you were given the top spot, you wouldn't be happy!" the White Bat said thoughtfully.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, he closed his eyes and looked at him through the Eye of Elements. Although he did not open his vertical third eye, a faint trace had already appeared between Xing Shazhen's brow, quite enough for him to see clearly.