Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five: Rendezvous

Mu Qing leaped up with a light and nimble frame, weaving and shifting amidst the flesh-and-blood puppets charging toward the two of them. Each of her evasive movements was minimal in amplitude, yet she always managed to let the swinging fists and blades brush harmlessly past her body and that of Mo De.

Perhaps Du Cheng, Chen Yue, and the others in the distance could not see clearly, but Mo De, enjoying a front-row VIP seat upon Mu Qing's shoulder, was deeply awed by her fluid footwork.

However, should they push any further forward, the density of the puppets they would face would increase even more. A portion of the pale-faced puppets attacking the main entrance of the research building had already been drawn by the commotion behind, splitting off a contingent to rush toward Mu Qing's direction.

Exerting force through the soles of her feet, Mu Qing's figure suddenly vanished into...

To have Wu Meiyi treat one to a meal was, for others, an absolute and supreme honor; people would eagerly flock to it without a second thought, let alone refuse it. But for Zhou Ziyan, giving a direct refusal yielded an effect far superior to any other approach.

"What a dissolute and muddle-headed tyrant!" Upon witnessing the scene inside the grand hall, Gao Fei felt fury instantly surge to his heart. He knew Emperor Ling of Han was incompetent and muddle-headed, yet he had never imagined him to be so debauched. Unable to control his emotions, he cried out loudly.

Liu Bei turned his head, watching the gradually receding figures of Gao Fei and Zhao Yun, and let out a gentle sigh without saying a word.

However, after carefully pondering the situation described by Jiang Xueyan, Zhou Ziyan felt that the truth ought not to be so. Just imagine—how much capability could a person who could not even handle a township office director possibly possess, such that he could make Wu Zhicheng and the workshop director let him twist them around his finger?

On the third day after Elder Hong's departure, the department head and the head homeroom teacher from Xiao Han's university finally arrived at Flower-Fruit Mountain after searching for a full year.

The six households were considered quite generous, each sending two catties of rice. As a result, even after the rice was distributed, a great majority of the villagers still had not tasted this new variety. Hearing of this, Xiao Han took out another three thousand catties of the second-generation seed grain and gave it to the six households, instructing them to mill it and then distribute it to the farming households who had not yet tasted this rice.

The Yellow Turban rebels, who had been fighting bloody battles on the front lines, suddenly heard Zhang Bao's order. The morale that had been holding them up instantly collapsed entirely. Turning back only to find Zhang Bao gone, they immediately scattered like birds and beasts. Unable to withstand charges from Zhang Feis troops either, they were instead counterattacked by the government forces led by Zhang Fei. A single round of counterattacks left them with numerous casualties.

"Greetings, my lord!" As soon as Jia Xu and Pang De saw Gao Fei walk out, they hurriedly bowed in greeting.

When Hua Feng and Elisa's parents wheeled Elisa, who was sitting in a wheelchair, out to the green lawn in the backyard of the royal hospital, the gentle sunlight shone down. As Hua Feng sat aside in contemplation, the many patients and their families who knew him well greeted him warmly.

Along the way, traversing towering and perilous cliffs as well as shallow, rushing rapids still managed to frighten the eight of them into cold sweats a few times, while the ubiquitous magnificent scenery made everyone exclaim in admiration. The air growing increasingly fresh as they pushed deeper into the gorge excited them all the more.

He glanced around, relying on his intuition to tell him that this final trial would not be passed so easily. Taking a deep breath, he said to her, "Alright, let's complete the mission first; we can take our time looking around once we get out." With that, he stepped forward to converse with the spirit fox.

"This... what is this all about?" Qian Yifei's expression turned solemn, his brows knitted deeply together.

After recruiting enough manpower, the group boarded the warship that was a prototype magical treasure belonging to Wang Bo, rather than taking the mid-grade magical-treasure-class warship that Xu Yingying, the wealthy heiress, had recently acquired.

Looking at the corpse of Number Four, Can Feng felt a sense of relief. The only one who absolutely had to be taken down next was Yun Feimiao.

At this moment, with a barrage of questions and piercing gazes fixed upon him, how could Zhao Yun possibly have any appetite left to eat?

"Heart of Serenity, with you by my side, the speed at which I cultivate my mind is increasing almost exponentially." A rare, playful smile appeared on Xiang Mengfei's face. That suddenly blossoming expression was as fresh, refined, and unusually elegant as a lotus flower slowly opening in the midsummer heat.

The three of them were pinned on either side and pushed into the bathhouse like dumplings dropped into a pot, before they could even collect their wits, they were stripped stark naked in a flash by several burly men.