27. The Wicked Corpse of a Routed Soldier

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Because when you are locked in a fierce exchange, you become highly tense and may easily forget which techniques your opponent has already used and which ones remain at his disposal.

“Wow, has it started? They say that this time, even those bizarre fellows from the family’s covert division will enter the various competitions under aliases. Look—this proves it.” More and more eyes turned in their direction.

Everything was within Xia Fanchen’s expectations. He had acted this way precisely to neutralize his opponent’s attack. An assault of such power was something he could not withstand head-on.

“Fine. Since Brother Feng has put it that way, I’ll wait for that day. But don’t make her too beautiful, either, or I won’t be able to afford to keep her.” Ye Kun spoke with a chuckle.

Li Xu and Du Er selected several more finely crafted jade carvings and delivered them to the homes of Edi Taihe and Baximi. The elders of both families had been secretly shedding tears over their sons’ deaths. Seeing Fu Li treat them with such sincerity lifted their spirits somewhat, and they accepted the gifts with endless gratitude in their capacity as the soldiers’ parents.

Yet they sensed something familiar about Xia Fanchen, and that instinct told them that he might well be the victor this time.

After setting down the book on the Ghostly Ethereal Step, Ye Zheng picked up the bracer-like object and asked Liu Chengfeng and the other man what it was and what made it unusual.

Both of them knew that, whether in his ambition to conquer the world, his ability to plan from behind the scenes, or his respect for the worthy and humble treatment of the talented, Qin Yang’s words and deeds marked him as an unrivaled hero and hegemon. Yet when it came to the single word “love,” Qin Yang had never been able to see through it.

Although the old road linking Wei, Han, and Qi was not as easy to travel as the great highway leading east from Qin, its condition was by no means poor. Most importantly, it would greatly shorten Hu Hai’s journey back to Xianyang.

The officers and commanders of the grain-protection army had always been close to Li Xu, Liu Hongji, and the others, and had been deeply influenced by them. None held much optimism for the prospects of this eastern expedition. When the victory report suddenly arrived, the great stone weighing on everyone’s hearts immediately fell away. They slapped one another’s palms and cheered loudly.

The house was quite spacious overall: two bedrooms and a living room. For a newlywed family living in the city, that was considered a sign of considerable means.

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Gan Lu walked to the window and drew the curtains. Outside, darkness had completely descended. Lightning occasionally flashed past the window, illuminating the sky beyond.

Flames and streams of water howled out of the treasures in which they had been stored, reinforcing Lou Yi’s body. At the same time, the Vermilion Bird Seal between his brows and the Dark Soul Immortal Embryo in his dantian began continually transforming the two forces into even mightier divine flames and divine ice.

On the memorial, she had written only that troops should be dispatched to Zhangcheng and silver allocated for disaster relief. She had not specified how many soldiers were to be sent or whom she wished to appoint as commander. Nor had she stated how much grain and money should be allocated for relief or who was to escort it.

The street outside the door was packed with traffic and brimming with noise. Lou Yi saw all manner of strange mounts: camel-horses with single horns growing from their heads, enormous rhino-horn beasts, fierce tiger-eyed creatures, and light-footed spotted deer. They pulled every kind of carriage as they wove through the streets.

“I already said, thank you for the compliment.” I answered her with a smile, casually closing the door before asking Daoist Lu to isolate the room with yin energy.

One of the middle-aged men in gray robes, his brows thick and dark, drew a deep breath and pointed at Wang Ying across from him, cursing him furiously. Yet anyone with a sharp eye could see that, by then, he had already developed a profound wariness of Andy Lau.

Her lips pressed together lightly, and she seemed somewhat hesitant. From time to time, her gaze shifted toward the constantly changing numbers, as though watching the countdown to an opportunity.

The two sides clashed with all their strength, and the ferocious melee left everyone awestruck. Every attack stirred waves of martial power. The pair fought from the ground into the air, then plunged back down from the sky to the earth.

She had originally thought Mo Chen would return that evening, but since he was still here, she let him rest first.

After saying this, the youth smiled and gently ran his hand along the blade of the Heartless Sword. He drained the last cup of wine in a single swallow and set it on the table.

At the same time, having received Lin Bufan’s spiritual transmission, Zhao Sifan cast a Spatial Seal over the Chaos Heaven Fortress.

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The man found her figure in the painting. Seeing that she was unharmed, he finally let his anxious heart settle. He then marked a location on the painting.

Seeing that the two clearly had no intention of capturing the wolf demon, Liu Yuanda could only sigh, yet he had no idea where to begin.

It was worth mentioning that this person was merely a town mayor. The highest commander of the merfolk lived in another sea region, and the chance of casually parking a warship directly on top of his head was vanishingly small.

It was worth mentioning that forcibly breaking the seal would not cause memory loss. They had lost part of their memories only because, while seeking out Selzevyd to reminisce and complain, they had been struck by the Wind-Phantom Dragon’s Oblivion Curse.

Take his own firebolt, for instance. Under ordinary circumstances, Harry would have been heartbroken for half a day merely because it had been dropped, let alone scratched.

The Ministry of Magic workers who received them gave them common local Venetian masks as souvenirs. There was nothing unusual about that.

Ye Wei gently pushed open the door to his home. It was already eleven o’clock; at this hour, his parents and younger brother should all have been asleep.

As he spoke, Old Guan retreated from the doorway once more. He picked up the cup of tea he had already drunk from and took another sip.

“Lightning?” the Flame Corpse Man said in puzzlement. In the next instant, the corpse man grew alert. He sensed a powerful energy emanating from A Yi.

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