Fifteen thousand and fifteen

Because as long as they cursed, it meant everything was fine. Now that no one paid attention to them, they would only think the situation had become serious.

“Yang Fan, we’re leaving too. Let’s go back and get ready; we should set off by six!” Qin Jun said.

Wang Wuji had taken on the appearance of a master, but he certainly hadn’t fulfilled the responsibilities of one. Yet it wasn’t fair to blame him; he needed to retreat into seclusion, and besides, he had already arranged a fallback plan for the two of them.

“Sleep,” Zhao Jing said, holding Yang Fan close. These last three months—after parting, it might well be an indefinite farewell.

Anyway, Chen Ze’s large store was so big that even if he truly wanted to chase after their two silver coins, he wouldn’t get far anytime soon.

Outside the sealed area, the Ice Archer King and Mirror Lord were evenly matched, neither able to gain the upper hand for a time.

Such a proud person was exceedingly difficult to subdue. He harbored his own pride, not to be infringed upon.

“You really are stupid. Knowing this isn’t simple and yet meddling anyway,” Wu Xing snorted coldly.

But the queen did not respond as Liang Feng had imagined with a quick agreement. She slowly pried Liang Feng’s hand away, noticing the wrinkles in his robe. The queen frowned slightly.

Over at the navy, Jack happened to be stationed at headquarters. When Modo called, the line was answered. After inquiring about the navy’s specific deployments and the fleet’s combat capabilities, Modo gave some final instructions before hanging up.

“Old Liu, your family should follow Jing Tian and the others up the mountain first. I and Chen will cover the rear and see if there’s any more help needed. We mustn’t delay; it won’t take more than a moment before the flood sweeps through Zelan,” Sang Yu said upon returning to the inn, addressing Liu Hongxiao’s family.

Fortunately, the nearby town wasn’t far. They hadn’t walked long before entering a small town. Liu Qingzhu observed as they went, looking for a means to establish a footing.

Moreover, the degraded Golden Great Expansion Technique had many restrictions. It could only be used within this Sanze Magic Barrier, in a relatively enclosed environment, and there was no physical form to allow Shui Jian Yue to replicate it through fantasy recording.

The Wei family had already begun construction on this plot, and they owed a great deal of debt. If someone gained this land now, future troubles would inevitably follow.

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“Don’t rush, hear me out. The divine barrier of the ruins is continuously fading. The platinum-level elites from the temple and the magic guild have all ventured inside. Despite heavy casualties, none have given up. Clearly, there must be something incredible, some priceless treasure within.”

Yet in the Barbarian Empire, none of this could be seen—only a withering atmosphere, the nobles’ lavish extravagance, and the common folk’s abject poverty.

A barely perceptible rift in the void appeared, growing larger until the void shattered completely. A terrifying aura surged forth, turbulent and overwhelming.

One benefit, though: days’ worth of dust swept away in an instant, leaving it cleaner than any cleaning could.

Qian Shengxue was puzzled—why move into the palace? Wasn’t it fine living here?

The Ancient Di’s forces were urgently mobilized. Including the military police, all were summoned by Major Hua Xiong of the Ancient Di. The enemy spies and military police went mad—motorcycles and car horns blaring as they flooded the supply troops’ 20th Regiment barracks, then moved on to Chen Mingbo’s home, the Taiyuan Arms Factory, and Fujii Dàtóng’s pharmacy.

Li Wanru merely smiled indifferently. She did not go to ingratiate herself before the elderly lady at Yixin Garden unnecessarily, but as usual, aside from paying respects, she stayed at Qingping Garden.

After speaking, Xiao Siming led Wang Lushui to a combat squad and personally directed the soldiers to lift the vehicle body, remove the axles and tires, have two soldiers roll the tires across the pontoon bridge, while the others carried the vehicle body across the river.

In the open space outside the mansion, many luxury cars were parked. The all-night party seemed to be winding down, with small groups of guests emerging from the mansion.

The short, stout middle-aged man was Chief Imperial Guard Xu Chongshan, who had specially left the palace today to meet Ning Que in secret. Sitting opposite, Ning Que took a handkerchief from his sleeve and began wiping sweat just like him, but it was obvious his sweat was not from the late summer heat, but from the words just spoken.

“Sharp tongues, brothers, attack! Don’t waste words with him; claiming the reward is the real business!” The fierce Great Tree King roared and charged first at Sun Wukong.

Li Wanyun uncharacteristically did not refute Li Wanqing’s words. This made Li Wanru even more alert—she knew the temperament of her fourth younger sister. How could she apologize? Truly, unexpected events always signaled trouble.

His features resembled an ink wash painting on master’s paper—handsome in a subtle, unassuming way. Like a splash of ink, every detail was exquisite.

Every day at Kongming City, injured cultivators arrived, for the half-demons outside launched violent raids every few days. Each attack resulted in casualties numbering in the thousands—a truly grievous toll.

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If he was a Task Giver, it meant he might have appeared in the world where she once lived, had connections with her, and perhaps done things she disliked—that was why she felt this way.

The familiar cold liquid failed to reach his throat as intended. Mu Yongjun opened his eyes somewhat displeased.

These words immediately stumped the city defenders. They exchanged uncertain looks, unable to answer.

Listening, An Ziyu thought of his mother, feeling even sadder and more wronged, tears welling up in his eyes.

“Sir, you may begin,” said the Deputy Minister of the Court of Justice, glancing around respectfully at Duan Zisheng.

“No need to rush. How’s business lately? Tell me first,” Shui Yiren said as she stepped down from the carriage and entered, asking as she went.

When they saw them heading toward the pitch-black stone door, many of the strong men’s expressions changed significantly, some with meaningful looks. Were they planning to make a move?

She never understood why Brother Leng gave Sister Su his own blood, but she was too sensible to ask.

“Xia Jieli, let’s move our things home! We’ll go to the seaside later,” Zhang Tianchi said.

I stepped back repeatedly, trembling fingers pushing the last ruby mechanism, then immediately crouched down, holding my head.