46 Braised Chicken with Chestnuts

Around them stood more than twenty living wights, eyeing them with hostility. Their weapons ranged from ice swords to meteor hammers, and even crossbows—their armament could hardly have been more complete.

This was a classic case of one monk carrying water to drink, two monks sharing the carrying of water, and three monks having no water to drink at all.

The departing patrol guards finally understood: their master was heading to the new bride’s tent! They could not help exchanging stealthy smiles. Could it be that the master was actually feeling shy around the new bride? Otherwise, why would he hesitate so much just to enter the tent?

Outside the door, the old steward sighed and promptly exchanged a glance with a servant nearby. The servants stepped forward, each holding a jar of wine, placed them down, and then quietly withdrew.

"Let's go and meet him," Landon said, his eyes gleaming as he led the way under Old Wang's guidance into the side courtyard, walking toward a certain house.

A flash of surprise crossed Lei Lun’s eyes. He had not expected this exceptionally young gentleman to actually know his father, and he immediately fell into deep contemplation.

In fact, the United States of America had pitifully been reduced to the third-largest power, second only to the Great Han Principality and the Indian Republic.

Times were no longer what they used to be; the Republic of China was lurking with predatory intent. As long as the Siamese dared to oppress the Chinese, the moment a Chinese riot broke out, Siam—surrounded front and back by the Republic of China—would instantly become a turtle trapped in a jar.

The scout venom-corpse grew furious. The creature in front of it filled it with a profound sense of disgust. As the numbness faded, the scout venom-corpse went berserk, its twin blades once again glowing with a dark aura as it lunged fiercely toward Ye Zheng’s throat.

"I don't have any particular favorites; I only like you," Lan Shishi said, deliberately casting a sideways glance at Si Qihe as she spoke.

"Time's up. Anyone below the hundredth step is eliminated." The clear voice, sounding like a spring of pure water, startled those who were still climbing.

Once there, it could deploy its spiritual power without any restraint, and perhaps even devour the power of the divine stele.

Sheng Minglan looked down upon the former Night Emperor from the bottom of her heart. Calling him the former emperor was only out of respect for the fact that he was Night Qingcheng's father.

Returning to the dormitory, Yun Yang and Lin Tian were already out. You didn't even need to use your feet to guess that Yun Yang had gone chasing girls again, while Lin Tian had naturally gone to the gym.

Emperor Xiao shouted sternly. By this time, he had also calmed down, knowing that Tianxuan would not kill Xiao Tian. However, the more he pressured him, the more useless it would be; instead, it would only provoke Tianxuan, who might truly finish Xiao Tian off in a moment of unsteady hands.

The dark elementist felt his heart tremble, and his gaze involuntarily shifted toward Night Qingcheng. She was actually able to withstand the lethal dark elements without being affected in the slightest! As for Xia Xun, he had no way of letting the lethal dark elements invade his body at all.

Wang Kai and the others were already prepared: Xu Ba, Chen Wuyan, Jin Yu, Lin Yan, along with Mu Feng, Yun Yang, and Lin Tian who were watching from the side.

The Twelfth Squadron of the Yamamoto detachment never intercepted them. The 18th Regiment never harmed the common people and deeply won their hearts... They had local villagers as guides, leading them galloping all the way into the distance.

They stepped onto the rostrum amidst a wave of applause. After taking their seats as guests of honor, County Magistrate Sun Tingbi delivered a welcoming speech under the hosting of Principal Sheng.

Everything turned out precisely as Murong Qingran had anticipated: the Haxachi tribe had already reached the outskirts of Gusu City and was waiting for Murong Qingran and her group.

Chu Mu stood frozen in awkwardness, staring blankly at her. After a long while, he flushed and took a few steps back, maintaining a respectful distance from Qin Qingning.

Bai Zi'an suddenly felt a bit strange. He had handled everything just now so smoothly, yet his system was telling him it had bad news to share. What kind of bad news could it be?

Right now, countless mecha soldiers and various armed forces were piled inside Chen Qian's ring, filling its space entirely. If he were to encounter a battle like the last one again, Chen Qian could make a complete escape; and once the Super Night God was finished manufacturing, he would be fully capable of slaughtering the enemy with ease.

Although the flower demon's cultivation was not high, could any demon imprisoned within the Demon-Locking Pagoda possibly be an ordinary creature?

Watching all the warships eliminated, the Vampire rolled three times in the sky and vanished into the night.

Cui Zunxiong and the others naturally saw through their intentions. Aside from their own people, they raised the price of stepping onto the Life-and-Death Stage by another ten million.

Chu Mu was somewhat speechless. People in this world were truly strange; Shangguan Rong had only laid eyes on him once before and had fallen for him. Now that he had confessed to being the thief of the Exquisite Jade, not only did she not despise him, but her favorability toward him kept steadily increasing.

Facing Ziying, Zhao Qian slowly raised his sword toward the other's chest. Seeing that Ziying showed no reaction at all, his fear gradually dissipated.

The first was the double-finger technique, which could form an effective defensive posture. The golden rule was that one must touch the opponent with only a single hand while remaining completely relaxed.

Taking advantage of this moment, everyone cast their gazes toward the two of them, eager to see whether Sun Zhuo could actually make an impact in the interior.

Regardless of what it had been used for in the past, she found the place entirely to her liking upon seeing it. It wasn't exaggeratedly vast, nor was it overwhelmingly luxurious. It was simply an ordinary, unpretentious room. It was hard to imagine that such a grand and luxurious castle could contain such a place.

Qiao Yu looked into his gentle eyes, and a thought involuntarily arose in her heart: *Did he look at Tang Wanwan with this same gentleness this morning?*

Three months later, Huang Dunyi was genuinely astounded by the talent and progress demonstrated by Baili Longjun and his brother.

A harsh, scolding voice suddenly echoed through the corridor. The old matriarch fixed a frosty gaze tightly upon Jian Yanwei, who was attempting to offer an explanation.

"Your bag was left in my car. Come down and get it right now!" Li Jinjun said impatiently as well.