Volume One, Chapter 119: The Tale of the Old Sheepskin (Part One)

"Get out!" Sun Ting shouted, suppressing her rage. If it weren't for the fact that he had saved her earlier, she would have attacked him on the spot.

"Junior brother, I am begging you as your senior sister, okay? Please, stop fighting." The situation was becoming increasingly dire for both of them, and Jin Tong was frantic with worry.

Gradually, they opened up fourteen and then twenty-nine acupuncture points. As the meridians and points expanded and strengthened, the total amount of internal energy they could contain continued to increase.

"However, intelligence reports have already shown that the enemy has deployed eight Demon Kings. We only have five people with equivalent combat power on our side; we cannot force our way through," Wei Zhongxian said with a cough. He had been responsible for intelligence during the era of the Heavenly Court on Earth, and even now, amidst the desperate flight for survival, he maintained excellent intelligence work.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're so satisfied you can't even breathe!" Ye Haotian chuckled, suddenly producing several silver needles from his hand. In the blink of an eye, they were plunged into several acupuncture points on the assassin's body.

Half of the Divine Dragon Sect members rushed toward Shen Liling, while the others clenched their fists, glaring angrily at Cao Ba on the arena.

"Alright, I understand. Go ahead with your work, Sister Liu; we’ll go upstairs to take a look!" After Hao Jianguo finished speaking, he nodded to us and led the way upstairs. Sister Liu gave us a surprised look before turning to tidy up the kitchen.

"It—it was just holding hands!" Zhen Fei stammered, instantly lowering his bulky head.

"But how did the thief manage to desynchronize the recording time and the actual time of the footage? It’s not scientific. Could someone have tampered with the recorder's video?" Captain Wang asked.

"The development advantage of the Celestial Clan is simply too great; it’s enough to make one despair. It seems our Dragon Clan has no chance of catching up," the Ancestral Dragon said with a sigh, his gaze complex.

Although her primary instinct after the battle ended was to rush to Bai Ye's side immediately, she hesitated slightly after failing to sense any lingering aura of combat.

The aftereffects of being exposed to that chaotic elemental entity were likely more powerful than a nuclear bomb; it was truly a terrifying thing.

He had originally intended to doze off for a while, but the chirping of the cicadas was somewhat annoying. Usually, he wouldn't have paid them any mind, but today, Wen Xu noticed them, and the more he heard the chirping, the more grating it became.

"I'm sorry! I have no choice!" Dog-Head finished speaking and struck Li Ang on the shoulder, then hit the other shoulder as well. After doing so, he threw the gun to the ground.

He gently pinched her chin, his thumb caressing her skin. His earnest and focused gaze made it impossible not to trust his sincerity. Xun Yi spoke slowly and firmly, his deep voice making every word sound like an aged, fragrant, and intoxicating vintage wine.

I nodded, changed into my gear, donned a mask of the Investigation Division for discerning right from wrong, and went to Rongsheng alone. As soon as I reached the entrance of Rongsheng, I was escorted inside.

"Thanks for your patronage!" The man selling roasted salamanders weighed several gleaming silver coins in his hand, waving a cheerful goodbye with a beaming smile.

With killing intent swirling in his eyes, Ibaraki watched Minamoto no Yorimitsu rushing toward him, and the two Congyuan fires behind him immediately moved forward to entangle the opponent.

Xiao Yi used this method to remind Emperor Yongchang that the Liu family was wealthy—exceptionally wealthy—and a potential disaster.

The Huo woman also knew this wouldn't work. Finally, she gritted her teeth and glanced at the servants in the room.

Talleyrand stared at him inscrutably for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh, no longer dwelling on the issue.

"Han Qinglian?" Zongzheng Haoxiong furrowed his sword-like brows, ruminating on the name Qinglian, and a glint of light rapidly flashed across his eyes.

But to their surprise, not only did Zhao Zilong refuse to submit or show weakness like last time by obediently handing over the tea money, but he was also unyielding and aggressively provoked them.

Lin Feng, standing to the side, could only offer a bitter smile. He knew Luo Yuan was full of miraculous moves, but this was just too incredible! To give everyone a surprise, he had actually endured being treated as a useless person for two years?

"Sister-in-law Qiulan, you work at the power station; why do you never send us power? It makes it impossible for us to cook, and we have to come here to eat." Zhang Yinfeng, the head of the health center, felt swayed by the others and also spoke to Chen Qiulan.

Moreover, if Xiao Yanmei were to appear during this time, she would either be from the Great Yan Empire, the Samsara Mansion, or the hidden forces of the Western Frontier. However, Mo Bing-shuang found it difficult to imagine her belonging to any of these three factions.

When he saw the Bodhisattva and the national treasure of the Song family, Song Jinguie’s eyes filled with tears of excitement; the two great regrets of his life were finally complete.

The Emperor took the opportunity to promote his confidant in the Western Frontier, Zhang Chen. This Zhang Chen had followed Prince Ren for five or six years and could be considered a brave and battle-hardened tiger general, though his methods were ruthless. It was he who proposed using fire in the final battle, causing the enemy's vital border stronghold to disappear from the face of the earth forever.

Wen Zirong had already recalled everything that happened that day in his mind and had not detected anything unusual.

Back then, the Fate-Chosen One of the Ying family had made many concessions for the sake of nominally unifying the Nine Secrets.

As the sound rang out, the endless pressure vanished abruptly, like a receding tide.

The Daoist sect cultivates supreme profound arts, practicing the twenty-four great meridians, the Lotus View, and the Bright Body; in short, I don't really understand it myself.

However, this stomachache was truly hard to endure—it was intense—but there was no opportunity to explain it clearly at the moment.

In fact, it wasn't just the outlines for each volume that had gone astray; even the originally designed ending was completely different now.

With that said, he didn't wait for Wuchen to react and hung up the Den Den Mushi. As for the Impel Down incident from a few days ago, he didn't mention a single word, presumably because the Navy had already suppressed it.

With the sword embryo formed, even though Ning'er had never practiced any techniques, her speed had undergone a brand new transformation.

I took the grouse and saw Han Yanyue and Mo Meiling each happily biting into their own portions. Feeling hungry myself, I tore off a chicken leg and stuffed it into my mouth.