Chapter 65: Lessons Learned from a Fake Friendship

The shouting from inside made Ji Ling pause in her tracks. Pushing the door open, she saw Mother Ji standing with hands on her hips, her face full of anger, while Ji Qing frowned deeply, hanging his head in helplessness, yet clenching his fists so tightly that he refused to yield an inch.

"Why are you being so stubborn, child! Ling is now the director of the sheep farm; getting her to arrange a light job for you should be a breeze, yet you refuse to agree. What a mule you are!" Mother Ji's tone was both anxious and furious.

Whether in terms of status or cultivation strength, Xuanyuan Shang was second only to Ling Chongxiao among the entire Iron-Blood Guard of Central Province.

Some clear details, such as tables and chairs, would appear just as they did in dreams, but grand scenes like towering skyscrapers and bustling traffic rarely accompanied them; perhaps because the cities in dreams were mostly hazy phantoms lacking clarity.

Li Banxia looked at him in silence for a moment, then raised both hands, cupped Lin Sangbai's face in her palms, and smiled.

Could it really be that the great battle had severely crippled the powerhouses of the World of Warcraft, leaving them powerless to control this world?

During these days, Mu Qiong no longer left early and returned late, so the time she spent riding the tram with this young man had decreased. Even so, since they knew each other, Mu Qiong smiled at him by way of greeting.

Tu Wan's luck in the mountains was truly exceptional. Before noon, he came back carrying two wild boars on his shoulders, the creatures squealing bitterly over their wretched fate.

Lin Sangbai's pupils contracted violently as he grabbed the collapsed Yiluo and Mujun with one hand each and violently retreated backward.

This scene left Lin Sangbai in awe. Spatial ability users were truly convenient; although Wang Xuan and Luo Baizian were still separated by the distance of a stretcher, she had effortlessly kicked across it.

They feared the appearance of mirror-doubles that might unwittingly replace one of their companions while remaining completely oblivious to the danger.

This was not the first time Zhaoxi had applied the Absolute-Breaking Needle Technique to it—once every six months. Shen Fei's arrival happened to coincide with the appointed time, and perhaps he had seen it, or perhaps he had guessed it.

Amidst the opponent's reactive maneuvers, the moment a flaw was exposed, Li Aichuan, being an extraordinary swordsman, could thrust his sharp sword straight into the adversary's throat and heart.

Such a bizarre situation was the first time Kadros had ever witnessed in his life. Nevertheless, he let out a sigh; he had already given orders for the dwarven generals of the Wildhammer clan to attend a meeting, demanding that a countermeasure be devised.

Dorgon sent Ajiga to attack the Baoan Army village once more simply to lure the Baoan Army into sending reinforcements. He followed far behind with his main force, intending to suddenly charge forward and annihilate the reinforcement troops the moment they emerged.

"Ah—what is Brother Lin saying? Putting it that way, Brother Lin is the third-ranked imperial scholar of this examination cohort, and I haven't even offered my congratulations. Wouldn't that make me terribly remiss?" Hearing this, the two looked into each other's eyes and burst into hearty laughter.

The central army officer stepped out to report and had not walked far before another commotion arose outside the main gate. He hurried back toward the entrance, thinking those desperate, destitute commoners had some real nerve—having escaped a beating earlier, they were back for more. This time, once caught, he would break their legs so they would never dare show their faces again.

The weak are only ever relentlessly eliminated; reality is like that—feeling regrettable yet lingering with thought-provoking irony.

Yier hurried to observe, only to discover that their physiques were far more robust than those of ordinary people. They wore leather garments and wielded crudely crafted yet exceptionally thick giant axes or other heavy weapons.

Following the recent upheaval, although Emperor Qiyuan had resumed his cheerful banter and the grand hall was lively once more, the atmosphere lacked the initial warmth. For some unknown reason, Emperor Qiyuan suddenly drained three cups of wine in succession, and as the alcohol went to his head, his spirits seemed to soar again.

He vaguely sensed that there were cultivators lying in ambush, waiting for him to deliver himself to their doorstep. It was a pity their cultivation was far too weak to capture his group; attempting to force the issue would simply be courting death.