Chapter 49 Arrogance

In the midst of the chaos, the moment the baseball bat swung down toward He Wenzhou, Gu Sheng's eyes widened in horror.
The bat was as thick as a wrist, wielded by a burly and fierce assailant. If that kind of force landed on someone's head, it would be fatal!
"He Wenzhou!"
Gu Sheng pushed desperately against the door, only to find that at some point, the handle had been jammed from the outside with a mop handle.

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"Too late? Madam is certainly fearless, afraid of neither schemes nor the cold." Zhuyang chuckled again as he walked, his demeanor quite relaxed and at ease.

"Xiang'er, do you know how your second aunt was able to tell that you are a descendant of Sanniang?" After finishing breakfast, Madam Li and Lü Xiang'er sat together in the courtyard, enjoying the warm sunshine.

And now, seeing these comments, a warm current involuntarily surged through her heart. She felt that everything she had endured until this moment was worth it, and more than that, her acting skills had finally gained the audience's recognition.

Yet against the imperial army, they had always suffered far more defeats than victories. Capturing even a few bows and crossbows from the government forces was no easy feat, and up to now, Zhang Xianzhong's men had barely managed to gather fewer than three hundred bows.

"Lianrou!" Xiao Tianba shouted in a cold voice. At the same time, figures hidden in the shadows burst forth simultaneously. In an instant, the scene descended into utter chaos! Countless explosions of sound rang out.

"You got yourself injured, why didn't you even make a sound? Even if you can't speak, don't you know how to hurt? Why are you trying to act tough?" Danxin rebuked softly from behind, her tone laced with a mix of resentment, concern, and gentleness.

Thus, the presence of terrestrial cultivators finally appeared across the seas of the Supreme Heaven, while the Finfolk profited from various conditions of exchange, rapidly developing and growing stronger.

The air violently shattered as Ye Chen shifted direction once more. Terrifying sword intent permeated the space, and descending from the sky, he slashed directly at the side-facing purple-robed disciple.

Milgin exuded an alluring charm, her long hair draped over her shoulders. Holding a glass of champagne, she brushed past Chen Langya without pausing. Feeling rather bored, Chen Langya was the first to leave the banquet, heading up to the rooftop to find a spot with a good view where he sat to catch the breeze. The evening wind was pleasant, bringing a sense of refreshment and ease.

Ye Tian's expression was indifferent. With so many heavenly treasures and rare herbs, he could properly nourish Yaoyao and Ye Chen. They were both injured and naturally needed to eat well. As for the Crown Prince, what did he have to do with him? Just eating some casual supplements would be more than enough.

After all, pushing deeper along the path of the Yunling Mountain range could indeed lead straight into the territory of Qi County. Though they did not know how these Eighth Route Army soldiers had managed it, the Japanese major was firmly convinced that these troops, adept at operating in the mountains, must have a secret passage.

This ability was still in the exploratory stage, and most of the time it could not be successfully deployed, yet it nonetheless allowed Chu Feng to see a glimmer of hope.

However, 830,000 was already staggering for Ningxue and Ningyue. One had to remember that on the afternoon of the 29th, the fan count displayed by the system was only 260,000; at that time, even their Weibo follower count was less than 260,000. This anomaly occurred mainly because fans had not yet understood the situation and had not yet followed Ningxue and Ningyue's Weibo accounts.

Yun Yan smiled gently, "How can you call it fooling around? I'm being very serious this time." She raised a hand to stroke his cheek. This face seemed to have grown even more haggard—was it again because he was worrying about her?

"Why are you here? Weren't you told to protect Qixi?" Zhang Bairen's eyes swept over the Water Monster, brimming with a critical gaze.

As the column carrying the wounded resumed its march, it arrived at the Japanese army's base camp at the foot of the mountain before long. Looking at the troops carrying corpses and wounded men down the mountain, the sentries responsible for camp security merely glanced briefly at their identification papers.

Yet their shouts from inside the tanks were of no use to the infantry outside, even if they could see the danger. After all, compared to the range of anti-tank guns, the infantrymen armed with rifles could simply not mount an effective counterattack.