Chapter 64

Xiang and Meng people fought desperately to save many surviving remnants of Eastern Shu. Lao Long and Lao Du were both members of the Ten Great Surnames, which was why they felt the utmost gratitude and guilt toward General Xiang and Meng Mo.

At this very moment, what they did not know was that eight thousand men from the Great Zheng Dynasty, previously believed to have perished in the Dead Man's Path, had survived. After emerging from the Dead Man's Path, the remaining eight thousand men split into two groups, with a large army of four thousand heading in the direction of Hengyi City.

Seeing Dudu looking so pitiful and on the verge of tears, Xing's heart instantly softened. She quickly squatted down to help Dudu catch her breath, and afterwards, she did the same for the kitten. Xing's hand remained gently resting on the kitten's belly, and the kitten lazily sprawled out on the ground, allowing Xing to pet it.

This was a form of internal programming exclusive to fourth-level mechanical beasts, a method of communication known only to them.

However, after turning off the lights, neither husband nor wife was able to fall asleep as quickly as they used to. Each lay with wide-open eyes, lost in their own thoughts for a while before gradually drifting off to sleep.

The minds of Xi and Ai were filled with an overwhelming amount of confusion and incomprehension. Subconsciously, they still wanted to attack Lin Xue, but having exhausted all their spiritual energy, they could only let go of their black swords, allowing them to break free from their shattered shoulders and descend from the sky.

"Uh~ Then promise me that, unless it is an absolute emergency, you won't use it against people!" Dongling hurriedly admonished her.

Whew... I must admit, when a handsome man wears such a vulnerable expression, it is remarkably easy to spark an urge to push him down and ravish him.

Ian had anticipated Qianai's reaction; he had known all along that she would find it hard to accept, as this was, after all, a tremendous blow to her.

With their respective forces joined, Long Mei's total army exceeded fifteen million. Excluding the troops stationed in various locations, she still had one million elite troops in her hands at this moment. Hu Ke's total army also exceeded four million; apart from the forces left behind for garrison duties, he still commanded a reserve of five hundred thousand elite troops.

Perhaps this attack still had more or less of an impact on everyone, but why drag this unfortunate event out and magnify it again and again? Wouldn't that only cause deeper hurt? It might be better to simply pretend nothing had happened and let time slowly heal these scars.

Judging by the time, it was already the very end of the Yin hour. Before long, it would be time for the Songshan disciples to roll call and attend morning classes. However, looking at the sky, today's morning classes would undoubtedly be canceled.

"So Guchen died an unjust death then?" Hearing Guchen's fate acknowledged by Gu Ming himself, murmurs of discussion instantly arose from the crowd below.

Zhou Yi rummaged through his mustard ring, pulled out a cyan robe, and draped it over himself. He then concealed himself among a pile of stones, blending in so completely that he looked no different from ordinary blue-grey rocks.

Killing Li Shimin—what was he trying to achieve? What good would such a move do him? Xu Ziling's mind raced through a myriad of thoughts, utterly unable to find a solution. His thoughts were currently tangled together like a mess of hemp.

He was no longer the emaciated teenage boy he had been four years ago. At his current age, he could be considered a middle-aged man, but the most significant change was not his age. Time had not weathered him; instead, it had made him even more handsome and striking.

"Alright, go outside and let the nurse apply some medicine for you. Rest for another day and you'll be completely recovered," the military medical officer said while packing up his equipment.

"It was my fault for saying the wrong thing. Don't take it to heart—cheer up, we still have business to conduct." Qin Ruo realized that his previous remarks had been somewhat inappropriate.

"This... isn't it going a bit too far for Brother Lin to rank the 'Unabstinent Monk' as eighth?" Mo Pinglan asked with a darkened expression.

Shattering the windows of the corridor, the group leaped out from the broken panes. The moment they hit the ground, they looked back at the building, only to watch it collapse rapidly before their eyes, kicking up a billow of smoke. A beam of purple aurora burst out from the building, streaked straight up into the sky, and hovered mid-air.

"Everyone outside says so, but Yang Shiming is wealthy; whatever he says it's worth, that's what it's worth. Even if he were truly scammed, it would merely be a drop in the ocean for him."

Chen Zhiming's heart stirred. Didn't this somewhat resemble the format of a private club? Glancing at Ferre, he certainly understood what the man meant. It was indeed a good idea, but without stars like himself to draw people in, the concept would remain nothing more than wishful thinking.

Zhang Xianzhong halted his attacks. Once he stopped his assault, the defending imperial troops also caught sight of the bizarre spectacle in the sky.

"I'll be leaving tonight. This is my American phone number—give me a call when you arrive, and I'll come pick you up, haha." Chen Zhiming flurriedly avoided Li Qian's gaze. The emotional debts he owed were already heavy enough, and Chen Zhiming felt that he was truly becoming a bit too fickle in matters of the heart.

Black eyes? My breathing seemed to stop all at once. Could it be... could it be that my eyes... Every spell has a time limit; could it be that the magic happened to wear off precisely at this moment? Heavens, I couldn't possibly be this unlucky!

That white gate was so ethereal, resembling floating clouds condensed high in the sky—close enough to see, yet forever out of reach.

Song Xiance introduced that ever since the founding emperor established the dynasty, partisan strife had grown increasingly fierce. By now, there were more than twenty factions, engaged in vicious and relentless attacks against one another. Upon hearing that there were over twenty factions, Li Hongji immediately felt a splitting headache.

Yet at this very moment, through close-range observation and contact, Jiang Qicai could clearly see the tender, white skin on Ah Shui's face, which was even smoother than silk.

A fierce, intense radiance suddenly erupted from Zhang Wei's eyes, and a monstrous fighting spirit surged from the depths of his soul. His presence swelled like a billowing rainbow, and in that fleeting instant, he appeared as though possessed by the spirit of a war god, radiating a mighty aura that shook the surrounding realm.

At this moment, a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire imperial city. The billions of living beings dwelling within the capital raised their heads in terror, gazing at the solitary figure standing in the sky.