Volume 1, Chapter 58: Dr. He, Take Me Home...

Ji Yao’s eyes were reddened at the corners as she gazed at him with a deeply aggrieved expression.

Conversely, after Dong Zhuo issued an imperial decree in the name of the imperial court, he obediently relinquished his military command, handing over his troops and territory to Dong Zhongying on a silver platter.

Seeing that they had nearly finished eating, Yan Baihu put down his wine cup and asked with a smile.

After taking a shower and returning, the character's weakness debuff had worn off, but that level 44 was glaringly eyesore. He shut down the computer and went back to his room to sleep.

It only stated that the Mohists regarded Mohist righteousness and the Will of Heaven as their highest codes and standards; whatever conformed to the interests of the people and increased the aggregate wealth of the world, they would support. Whatever did not, they would oppose.

The reality was that any fierce general casually picked from Liu Xuande's army could match the caliber of Gan Xingba.

The Mohists had not revealed the slightest hint of this intention beforehand, nor had anyone dared to imagine that the Mohists would actually dare to defy universal condemnation by doing such a thing.

Hearing the other party inquire with a hint of curiosity, Liu Xuande couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter. After laughing, he patted the young commandery official on the shoulder, yet showed no intention of answering the question, leaving the young man feeling somewhat baffled.

Just as Su Yu instructed the powerhouses of the Golden Crow clan to slice open this piece of primordial stone, a voice suddenly came from behind.

Cracks began to appear on the stone-carved throne, and Mie at this moment looked like an enraged lion, ready to launch an attack at any second.

This was not a rule-based anomaly; at the time, that headless ghost had actually come straight over to pluck off his head. Rule-based entities were never that ferocious.

Nuonuo saw it very clearly: although Xiu's eyes were hazy, they were burning with a fierce flame, making the surrounding atmosphere ambiguous and causing the temperature to rise silently.

Suspended in mid-air, Lin Yin looked down at the bustling traffic below with a calm expression on her face. Well, given her current state, probably no one could see her anymore.

Although it was the scorching heat of midsummer, the Inner Court felt somewhat chilly on account of Noble Lady Chun's affair.

Along with their apprehension came a sense of disappointment. They had originally thought they would march straight up to the mountain gates this time—killing one if only one came, killing a pair if two arrived—and just slaughter their way through. How majestic that would have been.

Those who had previously felt a trace of jealousy now had their envy completely swept away. They even began to think that Fang Mu's body had stiffened earlier simply because he didn't want them to find out, and didn't want to owe them a favor.

Generally speaking, the symbol of a spiritual chant is a pentagram, where the five elements of earth, water, wind, fire, and spirit keep each other in check. As the King of Bronze and Fire, water was his greatest obstacle, which was why he failed to notice the situation here for a moment.

His eyes were vacant, and his entire body radiated a fierce, murderous aura while he still gripped the sheepskin map in his hand, from which a baleful energy continuously billowed out.

And so, today's court session, already heavy with the smell of gunpowder, slowly dissipated just like the festive firecrackers of the New Year, without erupting into any more sensational news.

For the first time in his life, Guo Li handed over the control of his destiny to someone else. The sense of relief actually allowed his somewhat hunched spine to straighten out, producing a satisfying, crisp crack.

Though the wait lasted only a few seconds, it was agonizingly long, as they feared Old Fu might actually tell them it wouldn't work tonight.

Correspondingly, during the period of his severed limb regeneration, Xu Dezhen's protein and energy consumption increased by twenty percent compared to normal. His daily diet consisted of pre-portioned, standardized military compressed biscuits, making it quite convenient to calculate.

It was just that someone kept glancing over at Zhou Lin and Fu Ziheng from time to time. Zhou Lin presented everyone with the back of his dark head, while Fu Ziheng displayed a gloomy expression unlike anything anyone had ever seen before.