45. This Is Mountain Beauty Village (Typo Corrected)

During the break after the second class, the four of us in the dorm went together to the open area outside the lecture hall, where Li Jian dialed Li Xiufen's phone.

Acting as if he considered money to be mere dirt, he casually tossed the paper parcel onto the bed, then turned around to gaze at Jiang Huai with a look of lingering reluctance.

These two were brothers who had lived and died with him on the battlefield, knights just as righteous as himself.

Xia Yu heavily waved his fist in immense excitement. Half a month ago, his Source Power value had only been 180 points.

Old man Qingliang gnashed his teeth in anger, rushing westward in a fury. Another man frowned slightly, gave instructions to his five subordinates, and holding the Immeasurable Sword, he too gave chase. The two of them had just pursued them for several miles.

Especially Ye Xixi, who, because she was going to perform on stage in the evening, had specially put on light makeup.

Accompanied by a dragon's roar, a large chunk of flesh and blood flew out from the Azure Dragon's mouth and crashed onto the ground. This piece of flesh was a full two meters long and over a meter wide; while it didn't look very large, it weighed no less than three thousand catties. The entire mass of flesh was mangled and indistinct, with faint radiances shimmering repeatedly across it, making it difficult to distinguish specific body parts anymore.

"The Chief is also a man of deep loyalty and righteousness. Your father's decision was the right one." Whether because she had run a high fever and broken out in a sweat, Cai Lihua spoke weakly, having no mood to bother about the sheep and the tiger skin.

Furthermore, there was a matter of affinity; if one failed to catch the eye of the Divine Seal Card, one would never be chosen at all.

That was the diamond necklace Liting had lent her. She had originally planned to return it to him privately, but with so many things happening these days, she had completely forgotten about it.

White-browed, eighty-four years old, male. B-grade hair enhancement, the only person who could keep Marlin in check, and a close friend of Elder Zhuang.

The ambulance was knocked violently off course by that kick, sliding sideways for several meters before crashing into a nearby building, though the people inside remained unharmed.

Nan Feng assumed a troubled expression, saying that the pleasure house had official backing, and retrieving the official household registry was most likely impossible. He added that a cousin of his held considerable influence in these parts and was eager to purchase an official post but lacked the proper connections. If Ji Zhonglin was willing, this errand could be transferred to him for a sum of silver, after which his cousin would go to the pleasure house to demand its return.

"The two of you stay here, and the three of you come with me." Watching Chen Chang'an depart, Feng Wuxiu left another two men to guard the mountain path before setting off toward Xue Shan's courtyard.

Seeing Fang Jin's gloomy expression, Su Huai comforted him, "Brother Fang is now a high-disciple of the profound Sky Sect. As long as you practice diligently, with great mastery of your arts in days to come, you can lift your arms in a call just like Senior Qin Hao, and even marching up to Wumu Mountain to exact vengeance for your grievances will be entirely feasible."

The Myriad Tribulations Long Spear had just thrust backward when a series of collision sounds rang out, exceptionally crisp, as if striking against solid steel, leaving Lin Feng's palm somewhat numb.

"Making groundless guesses—could it be that killing the two of you has nothing to do with Huasheng Island either?" Mo Yun said in a chilling tone.

"It's just—is your strength truly enough? From what I know, you have been saved by the Holy Lord twice." Qiancang Qianxi also smiled, yet within the smile, there was none of the mockery that matched her tone.

Nan Feng returned with a cup of water. Yuan Ning instinctively wanted to prop herself up with her arms, but the moment she moved, Nan Feng reached out and grabbed her right arm to prevent her from aggravating her wound.

Hongli gazed in a slight trance at Suyi's slender back. Was she rushing out like that because she was afraid of letting her tears fall, or out of fear of hearing news she wished not to hear? Could it be that deep down in her heart, she still could not forget him?

Faced with this, the tribute scholars were not entirely without recourse: they had to count character by character and draft out their essays beforehand. Of course, the drafts had to conform strictly to regulations, otherwise, extra or missing characters were bound to occur. When the time came that a new line had to start, they couldn't, or a line was supposed to run from beginning to end yet characters were missing—at that very moment, any regret would come too late.

Lost in her own thoughts, a crystal tear seeped from the corner of her eye, burying itself in the fine hair at her temples. She turned slightly onto her side, bit her lip, and began to sob in a low voice, her tears dripping onto the broidered quilt and blooming like a lotus flower.

Xuan Shao, you play this little trick of yours so well—does the Crown Prince know about it? You have toyed with everyone in the palm of your hand; can the Crown Prince sit securely upon the imperial throne beneath him?

Xiangye leaped forward, gathering Gabriel into his arms. Looking ahead once more, the crystal-inlaid wall transformed into a mirage. Amidst shifting mists, a massive gate forged of steel appeared before them.

Last night, Xuan Shao told her that he would protect her from now on; today, Fuping called her mistress, and with talk of marriage and changing forms of address, could it be that Xuan Shao intended to marry her?

Going straight to the mayor's office, Su Zhenghe walked over with two bodyguards. One had to admit he was arrogant and audacious; even coming to the mayor's territory, he still brought bodyguards along. One could only wonder what was running through his mind—did he really think he could threaten the mayor?

Xuan Shao's gaze seemed imbued with the scorching temperature of the misty rain; he was on the verge of leaning down to kiss her.

Lu Nanfei stepped forward, took the cloth pouch from the man's hand, and drew out a slice of shredded gold leaf.

Seeing someone move, instantly more City Guard sentries cupped their fists toward Xuan Shao and leaped away into the air.

For this reason, Guo Qin decided to first deeply observe this statue of a giant filled with the beauty of strength, hoping that through its enlightenment, he could comprehend the "Dao of Strength."

"That's how matters stand. Here, this is the invitation token. Whether you go or not is entirely your decision; Uncle Zhang and I respect your wishes." Yang Yi took a bronze token engraved with the character "Tian" on one side and "Wu" on the other from Zhang Ding's hand and handed it to Guo Qin.

A roar echoed in my mind: *Damn it, I told you to just say "Hello, Hello," MD, such a wonderful opportunity completely wasted.* But a split second later, a stray thought flashed across my mind: *Why would I even think that way?*

As for how Kong Lou managed to defeat those two, it wasn't particularly worth caring about anymore. After all, having experienced that previous great battle, the Soul Society had essentially come to the consensus that Kong Lou possessed full Captain-level strength.