Treat a dead horse as if it were still alive

The night was black and stained with blood; the mud swallowed the ankles of the young incense master who had fancied himself in full control of the situation.
His crimson robe, usually immaculate and free of a single speck of dust, was dragged down into the mire.
The chaotic noises behind him echoed far into the distance. The great demon’s methods were indeed formidable, and the three volleys of arrow rain unleashed by the demonic cavalry were enough to crush many. Yet, numerous heretical outcasts and demons still survived; they merely scattered in all directions, their former ferocity and arrogance now entirely reduced to frantic panic.

The ghost emperor originally intended to return straight to the Xuanzheng Hall to sleep, but as he passed by the Luanhua Hall, he drifted inside on a whim. After all, the imperial noble consort’s conduct had been quite virtuous of late.

Just as Guo Liuchu was trying to gauge what tier of power he belonged to, an elderly man in white sitting atop a flying sword behind him spoke up.

This was the last thing Yang Jingzhong said before leaping out of the battleship. As soon as the words left his mouth, his landing craft was the first to take off, soaring toward the rebel flagship. The other landing craft followed suit in sequence, scrambling to charge toward their target.

Just as Tianyi thought he had escaped from danger, several rays of red light instantly burst forth from the shattered window, gradually converging into a human figure before him.

Guo Siwei poured out his confession while growing increasingly agitated. Unable to wait for Jiang Shanying to reminisce, the sight of her soft, rosy lips made him yearn uncontrollably to kiss her.

"You dare set your sights on someone who belongs to me?" Ye Lingtian stood right where Lan Geyin had been standing just moments before, his voice cold.

Xuan Chengying was beside himself with rage and smashed a teacup on the spot, yet their only punishment turned out to be a mere six-month deduction from their monthly stipend.

The profound kindness Liu Fan had shown him was something no rare treasure could ever match. Born between heaven and earth, Gan Xingba ought to use this surging blood of his to repay the discerning grace of his brilliant master.

Therefore, by the time Xu Huang had already spread the news throughout Guanzhong that Liu Fan was leading the Bashu army forward, Liu Fan’s central army had only just arrived at the Baoxie Pass. Still, for now, Liu Fan could finally be considered to have entered Guanzhong and successfully rendezvoused with Xu Huang.

Although the flesh ganoderma was spoken of with great reverence, and science had yet to fully comprehend it, a part of its veil had already been lifted.

The flustered and exasperated Iron Elephant squad, at their captain's roar of "Shield Bash!", hurriedly raised their shields simultaneously to block.

In truth, given the spatial transfer power of the Dragon’s Tear and the realm he was gradually approaching, Huo'er could now cover a distance of twenty miles—nearly ten thousand meters away. However, because he was inside this raging fire-forest, his sense of direction was somewhat skewed, and Huo'er dared not teleport himself too far away, lest he lose his way and fail to find his daddy.

"Catch... catch him! Someone catch him! No, no, kill him, kill him right now!" His plan having been abruptly disrupted, Wu Zixu backed away and shouted, his facial expression forcing a show of calm, but the emotion held in his eyes could only be described by one word: the tearless despair of a completely shattered state of mind.

"Hmph! You thought that by pretending to look out the window while actually stealing sideways glances at me, I wouldn't notice?" Mu Qin puffed out her cheeks, turned her head away, and looked out the window as well. But at that very glance, she realized that Li Zhishi truly had not been looking at her at all.

"Doubao, what happened to your head?" Murong Tiankuang narrowed his phoenix-like eyes slightly, reached out to scoop up Doubao who was sprawled across the table, parted the layer of fuzz covering her forehead, and fixed his gaze on a particular spot.

Wu Dalang’s wine cup slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground. A mouthful of fresh blood gushed from his lips, and he collapsed limply to the floor as the crowd descended into chaos.

Jia Zhengjin was naturally well aware of the commotion between Mely and Tatanir inside the tent, but he chose to ignore it and acted as though he knew nothing.

From initial blurriness to clarity, and then emerging bit by bit, this wondrous process was in itself a great scientific study.

When Professor Jiang cast his gaze over, the calmness and slight frailty in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced in a split second by a look of profound astonishment.

"I was only afraid of missing out on your sleep-talking, in case you let slip where the key is hidden," he answered candidly.