Chapter 83: He Tiansheng Defeated Again

He Tian was seething with anger, yet there was nothing he could do except flee westward.

In Linghe County, Nie Zhaolin rode straight to the county yamen. The imperial soldiers, seeing his distinguished appearance and the calm way he rode northward, never suspected him of being a rebel. Most only cast him a curious glance, paying him little mind, and thus Nie Zhaolin made his way unimpeded all the way to the gates of the grand...

"Uncle, it's a deal! You must pick me a strong horse—most of the ones in the mountain stronghold can't even carry me," Shen Hu exclaimed with delight, still worried that Xiao Yi might go back on his word.

"Then talk to your parents. If you want to be friends with me, we should be able to meet and talk without your parents scolding you. Only then will I keep seeing you. If you can't do that, then there's no point in meeting again," I replied with a smile.

Even if there was only the slightest chance, he sent people to follow up, but nothing ever came of it.

He reached out, hoping to grasp those beautiful memories of the past, only to find endless emptiness.

The creature said in its strange voice, "Mingfei, how many times have I told you? How long after the bell rings do you finally come back?" Its tone was full of stern reproach, as severe as that of any ordinary teacher.

"You little brat, are you doing this on purpose? Whatever I say, you just have to contradict me!" My mother glared, grabbing her chopsticks as if to strike me.

Watching the actions of the three, Ye Han hesitated for a moment. He didn't know whom he should save. That instant of decision was perhaps the hardest choice in his not-so-long life—no matter whom he chose or abandoned, he would regret it for the rest of his days.

I didn't even know what I was thinking; I just felt inexplicably lost. When others cursed me and threw mud at me, I wasn't angry at all. It was as if, deep down, I too believed I had done something wrong. When Li Tan was injured, I didn't cry, as though I were somehow to blame.

Still, knowing how tired she was, I didn't scold her any further, but instead focused on drying her hair.

Qi Ruizhe shielded Han Jinyu as the teapot smashed down on his left shoulder with a heavy thud, falling onto the sofa.

"Sit down, Freddy." A voice rang out from upstairs as a man emerged from the shadows, wearing a red hood and clad in a suit of red and black bat armor.

In other words, of the more than sixty thousand mu of land, a portion could not be developed, meaning that even half of it being usable would be considered a lot.

He knew that only by becoming strong enough—strong enough to match Song Bai’s ideal of strength—could he return to his original world, to his own body.

It turned out that those jars with human heads were made by hacking the limbs off infants and stuffing them inside, catering to the depraved tastes of certain individuals—a cruelty so shocking as to defy belief.

Good heavens! This pile of prototype weapons and gear was an ostentatious full set: bulletproof vests and helmets, all manner of accessories, night-vision goggles, thermal imagers, high-powered pistols, modular XM8 rifles, anti-tank rocket launchers, Stinger shoulder-fired missiles, and heavy-caliber machine guns.

Though this young master gave her an extremely unpleasant feeling, the ever-courteous Chunlan still returned his bow with a proper curtsy.

Once the duel was over, the officials discovered the inspector and his deputy lying dead on the ground and cried out in alarm.

Of course, Lin Bei was never the sort to risk countless lives merely to improve his own medical skills.

The King of Chu grumbled discontentedly, but only the Queen by his side heard him. Her face had grown pale, and she sat in silence as if she hadn't heard a word of his complaints.

Having just returned from learning the Way, the Monkey must have become a demon immortal. That the Bull Demon King and the Roc Demon King could swear brotherhood with him meant their powers were at least on par with lesser immortals—otherwise, they would never have earned the Monkey's respect.

"Damn, why does it feel like we've walked into a wolf's den? Look at the way Ming and Jiayin are staring at us—they've got the eyes of wolves spotting fresh meat!" At this, Mihu nodded, signaling everyone to look at me and Chai Jiayin.