Chapter 65: Serving the Enemy as Father

"Bochuan?" Zhu Yuanzhang muttered in deep thought.
He remembered that Feng Sheng had indeed reported to him that Luo Xinghe was pursued to the borders of the Ming state. Although they caught up with him, he threw away the book, and when they went back to look for it, nothing was found.
The geographical locations of the two places were several dozen miles apart, which made him even more convinced that Bai Chou had not deceived him.
Suga Taro took a heavy blow to the back of his head. He tried hard to turn around to see who had attacked him, but halfway through the turn, his body collapsed limply to the ground.
At this moment, two people were seated high in the main hall of the Yan family, while Yan Tianba, the head of the Yan family, sat respectfully below them.
"What should we do now? If this goes on, we'll all die here," Su Xingchen said with some anxiety, as he had no wish to die so early.
"I wouldn't call it satisfaction; I just want everyone to know the truth. For so many years, I've had a very hard time. Other than him, I simply have no way to love anyone else. I believe he owes me an explanation..." Feng Mingzhu was extremely calm, her composed expression sending chills through people.
Every grade of weapon represents a realm of cultivation. For instance, treasured weapons are meant for cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages, spiritual weapons are used by Golden Core cultivators, while magical artifacts are the standard equipment for powerful beings in the Spirit Severing stage.
"I just love large sedans. This car is gorgeous, and it's brand new, tsk tsk..." Li Aiguo paced around the sedan.
Knowing that Qiran was safe, Di Feiyu's tense heart finally relaxed, and seeing that Qiran had inexplicably broken through his cultivation realm, he immediately felt genuinely happy for him.
"Not at all. I just think your brain is damaged and you're beyond reason." Li Mu had never been afraid of him before, and it was even less likely now.
Voluntarily pulling punches was tantamount to suicide, leaving no chance to escape the cycle of fate. She had no choice but to fight her way up, waiting for the high-level experts of the City Lord's Mansion to come and battle.
Princess Changrong was of noble status and required a mourning period of forty-nine days. At this time, the outside remained bustling and busy, filled with the sounds of funeral music.
Having finally reunited, only to be forced apart once again, none of them changed direction and continued flying onward.
Night gradually fell. Because the rumors of the Qiao family being haunted were growing increasingly intense, the villagers locked their doors early. The entire village was deathly quiet, and not a single person stepped a foot outside their courtyard.
However, it would be a different story if they could join forces with the Germa Group. What Germa excelled at precisely happened to be clones! By then, they could provide a continuous and endless supply of bodies for the production of Pacifists.
Glancing at Shen Fengchun, although he did not know what Shen Yi had arranged, Sun Tao understood as well, nodded, and acknowledged with a word.
Therefore, Changsheng believed that they would not harbor resentment and harm Jinshu; they were simply too lonely and wished to capture Mingche's attention to gain a sliver of his pity, which was why they began to ingratiate themselves with Jinshu. Even if it wasn't entirely sincere, at least there was no malice, and facts proved that this was indeed the case.
That fifteen-li stretch of road running from east to west did not require the twelve thousand plus soldiers who were leaving to separate from the three thousand soldiers who needed to stay behind. Although they still marched forward shoulder to shoulder, the distance of less than two meters was still like a heavenly chasm, dividing them into two distinct and sharply contrasting columns.
Every time he went into seclusion, either someone close to him died, or the Tatars struck right up to the outskirts of the capital. What on earth did this mean?
A month later, Gong Ji had already attained the status of a Deity Transformation cultivator, and in this cultivation room, over eight hundred people had gathered, packed densely together. Each and every one of their cultivation levels was rising. The doors of the cultivation room stood wide open, and nearly a hundred cultivators who could not squeeze inside were practicing frantically against the clock outside the door.
Bai Jialin nodded, and amidst the exhaling of smoke, the half of his face that was burned appeared even more ferocious and terrifying.
Wu Ye was not discouraged; he kept fighting using his own speed and strength. He wanted to figure out the bottom line of the two opponents. His explosive power was very strong, and he was fully capable of inflicting damage upon them.