Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Medicine is Fake

Meanwhile.

Meigong Xue felt Yuwen Fu's hands groping at her waist, and as he was about to untie her sash, utter despair consumed her.

Suddenly, however, the man pressing down on her let out a muffled grunt, and then collapsed onto the bed with a heavy thud.

At the same time, it felt as though someone else had lifted Meigong Xue into their arms.

The land forces, advancing in three separate columns, also had different targets: Ma Gui attacked Ulsan, Dong Yiyuan attacked Sacheon, and Liu Ting attacked Suncheon.

With those words, he blew a kiss toward Mu Xiaojing, climbed into the cherry-red BMW sports coupe with its dented hood, and sped away.

"As for the number of men, that depends entirely on your arrangements, My Lord; as for the expenses, rest assured, My Lord, I guarantee you will be satisfied!" What Loudong wanted was simply Zhong Nan's compliance.

If one were to set aside emotional considerations, yes, marrying the leader of the Wangshui Gang was undoubtedly her best option.

Mu Xiaojing lowered her head to look at the smile on her grandmother's face in the wheelchair. Ever since meeting this Cui Wangtian, her grandmother had been smiling constantly like this.

Lin Xi looked up, pulled the cloak tightly around Zisang Wuze, and brushed the wind-blown snow from his hair before standing up. Only upon rising did she realize that her knees were aching with an unusual intensity.

Everyone present wore different expressions upon hearing Cui Jindong's words. Most of them, however, nodded repeatedly, seeming to heartily agree with his proposal.

Until they reached the target planet and materialized silently behind Yisuo, no one had noticed when Yiyi had appeared.

The formidable reputation of Ling Qixuan as the "Cold-Faced God of War" was no mere rumor. Though she had never crossed swords with him, she had heard tales of his bizarre military tactics, and how he never played by the rules, making him utterly unpredictable. Furthermore, the Sixth Prince of the Nanshang Kingdom was no simple adversary; judging merely by his various exploits after returning to the palace, one could not afford to let down their guard.

Perhaps because the events of the day had taken too heavy a toll on Lin Xi, she failed to sleep peacefully throughout the night. Her eyelids trembled incessantly, betraying the extreme agitation of her slumbering mind.

Simultaneously, the tail of the Wind-Feather Python, surging with cyan currents, swept forth ferociously and collided with the spear.

"Teacher Tang? Which renowned tutor is that? Before the exam, I searched through so many cram schools to retake math. If this Teacher Tang is so formidable, why have I never heard of him?" the student asked disbelievingly.

She allowed Qin Wuyan to lay her upon the soft couch lined with fox-fur cushions, allowed him to enclose her within his arms, and allowed his hands to wander over her body with casual liberties, taking advantage of her with absolute naturalness.

"Are you just like that guy named Zaraki... You bunch of lunatics." Kurosaki Ichigo frowned, pushing his face right against the other's.

As the words fell, dozens of black coffins formed by black light barriers completely enveloped the colossal Wisdom King. The sky-obscuring darkness lasted merely a single instant, yet the giant Wisdom King shattered section by section, turning into a pile of bone powder, while its controller, Komamura, was directly left severely wounded and unconscious.

There was no helping it; even though the distance was under two hundred kilometers, he couldn't possibly walk it on foot. Fortunately, before long, a roaring sound echoed in the distance. Up ahead on the highway, a heavy-duty truck—an eight-wheeler in the front and twelve in the back—came rumbling down the road, loaded with numerous thick logs, mostly redwoods.

You couldn't kill him, nor could you contain him. Under normal circumstances, the navy would never wish to provoke such an enemy; yet perversely, someone had now captured him alive and delivered him to their doorstep. Whether to accept him or reject him was a matter of sheer frustration for the navy.

"None of your damn business!" At that very moment, the blood sword in Tang Zhong's hand rose once more, slashing down fiercely toward Tang Ran again.

The dozen-meter-long table split directly down the middle, tearing into two halves. Originally laden with numerous dishes, the food spilled off as the table separated.