Chapter 62: The Grand Fish Banquet

Looking at the armor before him, Fang Bai let out a long sigh, reached out to pick up the helmet, and manually flipped open the mask.

Luo Heng and Luo Xingyan needed to head to the Beijing headquarters first to archive the incident of the Night-Crying Ancient Village, so they did not linger here.

A-Jiao was initially told she had body odor and even sniffed herself in bewilderment. But upon realizing what was said, she flew into a furious rage and rushed forward to fight Zhang Bufan to the death.

Seeing this, Fang Bai casually inserted his spear into the card slot, walked over to the corpse of the young man whose head and upper chest had been blown to pieces, let his right hand hang naturally, and picked up the long sword in the dead man's hand with his left hand.

Fang Bai cast a calm glance at Wu Yin, then took the yellow paper, discovering that it bore a sketch of a triangular spearhead, complete with dimensions, weight, and center of gravity marked on it.

An actor of Yan Heqiu's caliber possessed a level of global influence and status that many financial conglomerates could never hope to touch.

Hearing this, Ye Chen's face darkened instantly like the bottom of a pot, the rage in his eyes turning into almost tangible flames.

Scenes like this were something Ning Weichen had experienced countless times in his past life. Yet never before had one filled him with such disgust, causing his killing intent to surge wildly.

Naoko Izumi was preoccupied with the pain, expending what little strength she had left merely to endure it, and thus missed Miwako Sato's eyebrows gradually rising in surprise.

However, given the gravity of the matter, being sent to the cold and bitter lands beyond the Great Wall to repair tombs and guard mausoleums was still something most would avoid with ten thousand objections.

Wang Yue ordered a bowl of porridge in the cafeteria, and while sipping it, he made a call asking Li Nan to come downstairs. During this time, Wang Yue dialed another number, this time calling Tang Jie.

Back then, the Qing court in the north regarded the Four Wangs as orthodox, while a group of highly individualistic painters emerged in the Jiangnan region, whose styles diverged greatly from the imitation-heavy tradition of the northern court painters. The Four Monks were the representatives of this group. Having become Buddhist monks, most of them harbored a strong national consciousness, with Shitao and Bada Shanren being descendants of the Ming imperial clan.

He reached out his hand, about to grab a skewer of roasted meat. Looking at the meat sizzling in the flame, he simply could not hold back any longer.

As she spoke, Su Ruhui's voice gradually grew softer, and before she knew it, she fell into a deep sleep once more. Ziran was not surprised by this, as the medicine prescribed by Physician Yan contained sedative ingredients. She gently removed Su Ruhui's outer garments, tucked her in snugly, let down the bed curtains, and quietly retreated on tiptoe.

This trip had been a resounding success, yielding five wolf pups, including a sacred snow mastiff. He had already discussed the matter with Yu Qian, whom he considered the best partner for jointly running a mastiff breeding base.

Long Hui and the others, along with their subordinates, entered the cave entrance one after another, while Ling Wu and her companions, together with Zhang Heng and Qin Ai, walked toward Lin Yue from afar.

The remaining ones were also in precarious conditions, many having suffered various degrees of malfunctions due to the attacks of the psychic soldiers.

Hearing the voice, Wen Yiming shouted back and ran over to rendezvous. Seeing that Wen Yiming was safe, Yu Qian and Baza let out long sighs of relief. Wen Yiming merely explained that he had stumbled upon a wild wolf fighting a Tibetan mastiff by chance, and only after both sides had retreated did he discover the cub.

"Mm." Zhou Ruoshui loosened her grip, stood obediently where she was, and nodded. "I'll wait for you." Those few simple words were enough to express all her trust in him.

Ever since Li Xin had acknowledged her as his master, he had always treated her with the utmost respect and deference. This made Helan Yao, who somewhat viewed Li Xin as a brother, feel rather awkward. Though she corrected him many times, Li Xin always insisted that she was the master and he was the servant, and that the boundary of respect and inferiority must be maintained.

The others were relatively "idle" at the moment. Or rather, those sitting in the coffee shop all had subordinates taking orders under them. Unless there were critical situations, they only needed to command from afar.

The sudden appearance of Xiang Yu immediately unsettled everyone in the room. The goatee-bearded man and the others even rose from their seats, gazing at him with wary expressions.

"Shangguan Long? Never heard of him," Xu Lang said with a face full of disdain, preparing to break free and deal a painful blow to the newcomer.

"My brothers want to invite the Vice Commander back to Jingkou to wrest military power back from Liu Laozhi, and execute Liu Laozhi, that traitor of the Beifu Army, on the spot!" Pang Yun said excitedly, while several other generals nearby nodded in continuous agreement.

However, as far as he was concerned, he only wanted to do this behind the scenes, finding it inevitably awkward to do so openly.

Yet in that very fraction of a second, after a momentary flash of awe, she would probably remember that this immortal robe had been traded for stinky tofu.

What was he supposed to say? If he said he had no such intention, people would think of him as cold-blooded, spineless, and cowardly—when facing the murderer of your own son, instead of seeking revenge, you just stand there flattery after flattery?

The Eternal Lion King Guard did not drop any items, but it rewarded Tang Jie with one billion Saint Points and tens of millions of Saint Value points.

Tian Mo was still stunned for a moment upon hearing this request. Big brother, do you really think these artillery shells are Chinese cabbages sold on the street?

Everyone was instantly dumbfounded and fell into a state of dizziness. Was this really the same fearless Tian Mo from before?

Gan Ning was baffled. When he asked again, Liu Peng refused to elaborate, making Gan Ning roll his eyes in frustration and forcing him to wait with gratience.

Qin Huoyuan blocked an attack from the subterranean creature of the Heavenly Realm, but the next punch followed closely behind, carrying a vast and mighty momentum.

In the arena, Xiao Feng looked at Sima Haoxuan, who was brimming with confidence and an insidious smile, and for a moment didn't even know what to say!

Meeting Fu Xi's gaze, Li Chenfeng turned his head away, looked left, looked right, cleared his throat, and acted as though none of this had anything to do with him.

The two weapons clashed and separated in a flash of lightning, but the nearby Cao soldiers instantly clutched their ears in pain, and those who reacted slower began to scream at the top of their lungs.

Hearing this, Yan Hu's eyes dimmed. He knew that Fu Xi had already shown mercy. If the Valley Master himself had been present, his son's martial arts would likely have been crippled and he would have been thrown out of the valley.

Yet whether it was Yun Ting or Meng Shenji, both had grown accustomed to walking in the dark. Human eyes cannot reach the level where they can see as freely in the dark as certain animals do, but as long as one can make out general shapes, that is enough.