Volume 1, Chapter 33: The Meaning of the "Liar" Curse

Alan looked at her with a hint of confusion, reaching out to offer her one of the money pouches, only to realize she had no intention of taking it. At that very moment, the lights in the room began to flicker again. Based on previous experience, the lights would soon extinguish after a period of flickering, and once they went out, the ghosts would begin their slaughter.

"Cough!" It felt as if a force of a thousand pounds were crushing Ficheno’s internal organs, forcing a mouthful of fresh blood to spray from his lips. To lose personnel under these circumstances would be far from ideal; after all, no matter how meaningful a goal might be, it ceases to be valuable if it must be bought with lives.

Back in his room, Alan simply reviewed his lecture for the next day for a while before going to bed early to rest. However, at that moment, the silver-haired man cast a fierce glare at a man nearby. This single look caused the fellow to foam at the mouth and collapse onto the ground, his hands and feet convulsing uncontrollably.

He was indifferent to most things, but whenever money was mentioned, he would drool even in his sleep.

"Then how am I, as the Imperial Envoy, to believe that this is a verbal decree from His Majesty?" Zhang Ruming narrowed his eyes as he looked at the other party.

"Brother! I'm sorry, it’s all my fault. It was me who dragged the family into this quagmire, to the point of using the entire family as a wager." Matsushita Saburo wept.

Di Ling had always suspected that Feng Wuqing had come here not only for the Seven Emotions Artifacts but surely for the Extreme Nine Sword Formation as well. To get out, the only way was to swim across the dozens of yards of water to the opposite bank and climb up the stone steps. Feng Wuqing had almost misunderstood that Nangong Jue was about to suggest "taking both wealth and beauty"—well, he had indeed misjudged the old man.

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"How... how did you get out?" Taoist Priest Yimei was clearly terrified of Master Zhikong, his voice trembling.

His mood had not been good lately. He had always believed that the talent of the Immortal Clan was the strongest in the entire Ancestral Province, and even in the entire Eastern Victory Continent.

Lin Qingxuan had been exhausted all morning, and receiving such a critique made him feel incredibly awkward. Fortunately, Lin Yumeng spoke up for him from time to time, making things a little easier for him. He swore never to treat Han Bing to food again; that guy was simply too picky.

They drifted and floated in front of the field tent, sniffing the air as if they had caught an unusual scent, looking around and hopping about. They spoke righteously, not even bothering to conceal their intent. It was no different from the bandits of old who would brandish their blades and shout, "I planted these trees, I opened this road."

It was truly disappointing. After busy work for half the day, they had indeed found two or three caves, but they were not suitable for the mud people to grow in.

After speaking, Han Xiuzhen headed toward the Longtu Group, but this time, her mindset had undergone a change.

The world had hoped for a Quasi-Emperor to appear and suppress the great chaos. The Quasi-Emperor had arrived, but the outcome was chilling and terrifying. At a critical moment of confrontation with the alien race, such a heaven-shaking turn of events was a fatal blow to all the Imperial Territories.

It looked at Jiang Yu with a satisfied gaze, seemingly finding him to be a suitable object, then turned toward the fat simpleton with a look of disdain.

"Yin Li, pay with your life!" Seeing Yin Li strike down more than twenty of his soldiers in succession, Cao Hong could no longer suppress the fury in his heart. He shoved aside his personal guards and charged toward Yin Li.

They were all looking for the innkeeper when they heard two coughs from outside. It was the innkeeper, coughing deliberately. "Outside," one of them said. Hearing that the innkeeper was outside, they all walked out.

"Benefactor, this humble monk said that if I wish to discuss Buddhist philosophy with you, you must discuss it with me, otherwise this humble monk will be very unhappy." The monk moved with agility, blocking Fang Yi’s path, his hand transforming into an eagle’s claw as he lunged at him.

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First, Lai Min frequently exchanged letters with various places, especially Xichuan and even the north. Second, the day before Lai Min proposed in the main hall that Liu Yong should take Lü Qiling as a consort, he received a special letter. It was unsigned, and the agents of the Jintian Guard only saw a plum blossom sticker on the envelope.

Chen Ying fired several arrows in succession, killing two or three men, which immediately threw the western city wall into chaos. He himself led his men back out of the range of the crossbows; he did not attack the city, but simply had his men shout.

Xiao Feng, having escaped, did not let out the breath of blood he had been holding back until he had climbed into the carriage.

"If you won't talk, you're coming with us to the old man to verify the footprints. I will find that witness." The head constable saw that he did not want to talk.

After their intimacy, Wu Xin lay on the bed, holding the beauty in his arms and looking at Ouyang Shuyan with affection. Ouyang Shuyan looked at the ceiling with an indifferent expression. Suddenly, covering her body with the quilt, she sat up.

"No!" Tino did not soften because of Titan’s mournful words and refused without hesitation.

Upon learning of this situation, the Second Prince of the Yellow Sea quickly assembled a large army to assist the imperial forces in launching a comprehensive attack on Longdiao Mountain.

After the defeat at Niudao Mountain, the Thief Dragon Heavenly King knew that the Tang imperial forces and the pilgrims would soon arrive at Thief Dragon Mountain. This was the battle that would decide the life and death of the Southwest Theater. For this reason, the Thief Dragon Heavenly King personally led two hundred thousand dragon-beast demons on the demon mountain, prepared for a final showdown with the imperial forces.