Volume 1, Chapter 58: A Certain Kill? A Certain Kill!

The old lady shook her head, and I looked at her in shock. Even someone as highly respected as her was not a chess player?

After helping Shen Yuyao finish breakfast, I carried her out to the courtyard and settled her into a lounge chair.

Tian Shuyun looked at the leader and smiled as she spoke. If this leader was the director of the provincial capital's bureau in Qingshan, his rank would certainly be higher than Wu Qi's. Since Wu Qi came from the capital, being polite was certainly necessary, but acting this subservient felt rather bizarre.

She noticed numerous scratches of unknown origin on Xia Zhiyan's hands, and on the back of her hand was a horrifying, gaping wound. Because it had not been treated, the flesh had turned white, and one spot was so deep that the bone was visible.

She picked up the cup on the table and smashed it fiercely onto the ground. With a sharp "bang," the scene instantly fell silent.

Ning Qiao's body trembled slightly. That chill felt like an indescribable, bizarre presence, densely wrapping itself tightly around her.

I shook her hard twice, but there was not the slightest response. Just as I was about to go pay the bill, this dear young lady began to retch violently.

She turned up the temperature in the bathroom, and steam soon filled the entire room, veering layer upon layer of hazy white fog before her eyes until gradually, nothing could be seen clearly anymore.

Ning Qiao could almost feel that unfamiliar and heart-palpitating touch. Her ears grew warm, and she instantly panicked.

Zheng Yang was also attempting to dig at that moment, maintaining a slight distance from Lu Chuang. However, Zheng Yang had been keeping an eye on Lu Chuang, so he spotted it immediately and rushed over to Lu Chuang's side.

Du Yanhang instantly grew tense. If the people upstairs were to come down, he would be in deep trouble. Who knew what kind of situation might arise?

"Grandma!" Wang Huai responded very cooperatively, and to satisfy his mother, he put on as well-behaved an appearance as he could. If any of the underworld officers from the Phantom Squad had been present to witness their captain acting like such an obedient grandson, they would have laughed until their souls scattered.

That night, when Jiang Feng learned the news that Zhang Hao was leaving, he deliberately brought wine to find him.

Song Zhe instinctively jumped out of bed, before he even had time to figure out what to do. A figure materialized out of thin air right before him.

It was just that these twelve avatars possessed no spiritual intelligence of their own and would only obey Wang Huai's commands. Fortunately, these twelve avatars were spiritually connected to Wang Huai, so as long as he divided a shred of his consciousness, he could remotely control any one of them.

Led by the Prince Regent Dorgon, the main forces of the Eight Banners—the Bordered Yellow, Bordered Blue, Plain Blue, and Plain White Banners—numbering over sixty thousand men, split into multiple routes and marched south from Xifengkou, Zhangjiakou, Juyongguan, and other passes, preparing to launch an unprecedented sweep against the Ming state to plunder as much population and material resources as possible.

Just as Xia Xi wanted to say something else, Meng Nan rubbed the back of her head, wincing in pain as she walked up behind her and patted her shoulder to signal Xia Xi to hold her tongue for the moment.

Precisely because of that, they had formulated a plan, only to discover that the plan was completely unimplementable. They could only adopt a strategy of creating diversions to disrupt the operations of the Beni Hans Group.

There were no hardships—not a single shred of hardship. As long as Su Qing lived well and could be forever happy with Ye Xuanli, that was his sole pursuit in life.

These mere two hundred men were all personal guards of Zhu Changwei, loyal and devoted retainers who had followed him for many years. Although the main army was now on the verge of total collapse, these loyal retainers remained steadfastly faithful to Zhu Changwei.

Jiang Nuan frowned as she chewed mouthfuls of food while looking at him, pondering: What was there to be embarrassed about? He was blushing so hard it looked as though he had done something disgraceful.

"Understood!" the army roared in unison, immediately grasping various weapons and charging forward to meet the oncoming Javanese soldiers. The two sides instantly engaged in fierce combat.

Although every inch of land under the vast heaven belonged to the sovereign, the courtyard she was currently living in was earned by Nuan Nuan herself, and even the title deed bore the name Jiang Nuan.

...Chen Xing watched as Sima Feiyun nearly tumbled down the stairs. What baffled him, however, was what Yiren had to do with him... Wasn't that Colte's sister?

"I agree! But give me ten days!" He needed some time to accomplish certain things; he not only needed to disappear, but he also needed to live well, to take care of her and their child.

The two arrived at Yoshino Keishirro's room and found him sitting alone in a single-seater armchair, drinking tea. Seeing them arrive, he gestured toward the sofa without speaking.

Ahem, I am a pure and innocent child; I only saw his toes and absolutely nothing above that.

Two massive roars erupted simultaneously. A wave of inexplicable fear welled up in Chen Xing's heart—was this the terror magic of a Dreadlord? Chen Xing silently steadied his mind, sat down right where he was, and mentally circulated the Celestial Art to resist the terror gripping his heart.

The items were unwrapped package by package, containing autumn tea, candied fruits unique to the Daliang capital, and even several jars of sauces. Miscellaneous and sundry, most of them were various kinds of food.

Of course, he wasn't foolish enough to lift the control from those he had already subdued. Heaven knows what might happen once it was lifted; rather than looking for trouble when life was going well, Xiao Yiting would never do such a thing.

"This young master doesn't like men!" Gong Shiqin suddenly felt that she looked extremely suspicious. Looking her up and down until Di Baobao couldn't even sit still, he finally made a discovery.

"A magical beast?" Ye Huan picked himself up with a flustered expression, and the man and beast cautiously walked deeper into the jungle, only to see a horned magical beast foraging for spiritual herbs behind a patch of thorns, completely unaware of their presence.