Forty-eight thousand forty-eight

Hearing the pitiful screams from below the city, Zhao Qing and the others had already turned away, walking to the other side of the city wall. With just a dozen or so men, Dian Wei would dispatch them with ease; naturally, there was no need for Zhao Qing’s group to worry.

“Commander! Only two regiments? But the enemy has cavalry!” the officer said with a bitter tone.

However, upon seeing Wang Yang and the others with no pursuers behind, Shigang couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

“The temple owes Su Ling enough already; don’t disturb him. He’s in seclusion, and it’s important!” Dugu Sheng said softly.

While they spoke, they had already reached the door where Niu and Jiang were held captive. Sheng Qingru motioned for Wang Chen to stop, then knelt down. To Wang Chen’s astonishment, she gently disarmed the grenade tied to the door, then took out a key and opened the door.

“Wronged you?” He Qianshan stared at Du Yu in disbelief, unable to grasp the meaning of his words for a moment.

The strength of the Great World of Crossing Heaven lay not only in its vastness but also in the countless young heroes and prodigies born on this land.

Everyone knew that the mysterious enemy of the Zheng family would next strike at the heart of the Zheng clan—the Righteous Sect.

Perhaps because it was too early, there was no response from the Yin family’s river camp. Wang Chen was not surprised; his main objective lay elsewhere, and the call was merely a formality.

Beside Heixuan sat a giant black one-horned turtle, whose body radiated the aura of a third-tier Immortal Daoist.

As A Jie finished speaking, all the servants gasped in shock and disbelief upon seeing Xia Yumo.

After running some distance, they reached the edge of the jungle where a vast, flat wasteland lay ahead—no place to hide.

“Hmph!” Li Jing snorted coldly, then looked at Sun Wukong with a stern voice: “Seal your powers and come up here, or you know what will happen.” With that, Li Jing pinched the air, and the ropes binding Zixia slowly tightened.

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Tears slowly trickled down Gu Pianran’s cheeks, warm and wet as they fell onto the back of his hand, finally awakening the man consumed by anger.

Time passed little by little with no one arriving; inside the room, the only sound was the beating of his own heart.

“I’m from the Gushan Diving Team, the captain,” Di Tianlin said proudly, pointing to himself.

He turned stiffly to look beneath him, then at the frightened sow nearby. Seeing the marks on her body, he felt as if struck by a thunderbolt and fainted on the spot.

Though Old Wei’s face still bore heavy worries, he maintained a kindly old man’s expression when facing Xia Yumo.

“The Gou Nu are coming! The Gou Nu are coming!” a soldier ahead suddenly shouted, snapping Cai Yan out of her trance. Upon hearing this, her expression changed; she had long heard of the brutal Gou Nu beyond the frontier, especially their cruelty towards the Han people.

Just as the fleet was about to leave the Caribbean Sea, a sudden crisis emerged: a massive pirate fleet appeared out of nowhere.

But reality was harsh. No matter how fiercely Xia Huo struggled, his punches barely harmed Freely. Only the blow that struck Freely’s face caused real damage; the rest were mere scratches.

At He Yu’s home in Yunmeng, Fang Qing only recalled lazing in bed a while and eating a meal that was neither breakfast nor lunch.

“Strange, I seem to have really grown up...” Qinghun pressed against the prison wall, measuring his height, surprised that he had indeed grown taller.

Facing the sun, one must slow down; this was when Roy’s role became apparent.

At this moment, Fang Qing was unaware that her entire cheek and the area around her ear had swollen and reddened.

“I will convey your words, madam. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” Lawyer Song said as he handed Niu Bo’s envelope to Aunt Zhang.

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“I see now.” The war scenes in the hologram were incomparably grander than those in the Super God Academy world. Huan Tian sighed deeply.

If one claimed the child’s family was poor and he couldn’t afford kindergarten, it was contradicted by the fact that all his clothes were brand-name.

To be fair, this was indeed a good job. It wasn’t that she did not want to earn the money, but she had other options now. What if her future boyfriend found the job too terrifying? Would she be doomed to loneliness?

Fans in the Rose Garden lingered, unwilling to leave, still loudly celebrating the victory inside the stadium.

Upon arriving at the Zuo family, they were warmly welcomed. The Zuo family patriarch, Zuo Xuanran—Zuo Tian’s father—stood at the gate to greet Cui Bin and the others.

At that time, Yue Jingrong firmly held the position of crown prince, poised to enjoy a peaceful life and inherit the throne in the future. Yet, for the sake of his younger brother, he personally took to the battlefield.

Delicious, delicious... the dishes served by this hotel could only be described in two words: delicious.

“Blackie, I’ll say it again, let go of me!” Shen Wangxin warned, but as she spoke, her wrist felt as if it was being crushed by Blackie’s grip.

However, the bandits’ makeup and disguises were crude, and their aura too uniform, so Liu Bin and the others quickly saw through the trickery.

After ransacking several households and the entire aerial courtyard, Black Wind and Fatty, acting as laborers, came out of the street corner with sullen faces, followed by Wood holding a map.

“This…” The boy scratched the short hair on the back of his head, unable to imagine how a top-tier gunfighter could improve any further.