Volume 1 Chapter 43 The Military is Bombarding Me

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"Ahem! Listen up, people inside the skyscraper—oh no, I mean creatures inside—as long as you are willing to..."
Qiu Mo placed the newly demolded prototype of the incense tablet onto the drying net. This process required flipping the tablet from time to time, so Qiu Mo stayed by the side of the net, keeping a close eye on its condition.
Thus, Han Youyu lived so persistently within his own tiny plot of land. Mo Wanren naturally perceived that the four members of this party each harbored their own thoughts, but at his age, having seen through worldly affairs and focusing solely on the pursuit of the Dao, he naturally would not meddle in secular trifles.
For the first time, Yun Feng had a thought, or rather a premonition, that this was not merely a game world, but perhaps a genuinely existing world, and all the NPCs within it were living, breathing human beings. This could explain the emotions within the game and the changes in the real world itself.
Looking at Lu Chen with a peculiar expression—not because it was anything earth-shattering, but rather because Lu Chen's handwriting was simply too sloppy, and they could not decipher these ghost-like, talisman-like scrawls.
Bai Yue'er was already on the verge of death, her entire body bristling with silver needles, making her look like a butterfly about to draw its final breath.
Weiwei planted her left foot firmly onto Lanlan's back, pushed off with all her might, and had already hoisted one hand onto the courtyard wall.
The house belonging to this family had also undergone a few simple renovations, though not as drastically altered as the one belonging to the Fu siblings.
At the very least, he found no fault, nor did he leverage his status as the client to make unreasonable demands, nor did he stare at her with revolting, lecherous eyes.
Qiu Qianzhan was still lost in his own thoughts when abruptly, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open. He turned his head and saw Qiu Mo, accompanied by Shuanghan, walking in with a food box in her hand.
That fellow Lin Zongming must have drawn a tile related to the number eight; if it wasn't the Eight of Circles, it definitely had to be the Eight of Bamboos or the Eight of Characters.
Yet Dacheng was an attendant who had grown up by Zhou Quan's side, and everyone in the Zhou household listened only to Zhou Quan. He grabbed Zhou Tingyun's arm and dragged him straight out.
The more Old Madam Qin spoke, the more timid she felt in front of Old Madam Qin, thus forming a vicious cycle to the extent that whenever she heard the words "Old Madam" or "Grandmother," her heart would flutter with anxiety.
Before he could finish speaking, however, he caught sight of Zhou Tingyun following him inside. Recalling the events that had transpired in the bamboo grove of the Zhou estate, the tips of his ears turned completely red in an instant, and he did not dare to look into Zhou Tingyun's eyes at all.
The post house had already been thoroughly tidied up. In addition to the original furnishings, many ornaments and hangings had been added that seemed utterly out of place in a way station; a pair of white jade fish-and-dragon pendants hung on a pillar right where one could see them upon entering the main hall.
He was not a person prone to dawdling or hesitation; once he made up his mind to do something, he executed it immediately without a trace of drag or delay.
Only, Ling Susu was truly frighteningly clever now, as if everyone's actions were entirely under her watchful gaze, hitting the mark with every single guess.
Chu Jiaxiang let out a wail, only to see Qin Xuanyuan's sharp blade continue to sweep forward, slicing his throat in an instant and sealing his fate.
With a cold expression, Ye Yu immediately unleashed the Rushing Thunder Palm at the Great Perfection realm, its mighty momentum kicking up a flurry of yellow sand across the ground, while the sound of rolling thunder seemed to echo through the air.
After marching for about half a day, as dusk began to fall, the vanguard scouts returned to report that they had found a suitable spot for pitching camp. It was located in a valley on the southwest side of the hillside, with a stream flowing right past it, making it convenient for fetching water and feeding the horses.
Since she was able to answer even this kind of question, should she perhaps seriously consider what Gu Gang had said?
By this time, they were already thirty or forty miles away from Tianshui City. Having run this distance in one breath, not to mention Jin Yue who was only at the intermediate stage of Sword Madness, even he, a Sword King, felt somewhat fatigued.