Volume 1, Chapter 62: This Will Be the Cruelest Punishment for Her

To play the role convincingly, Su Ran's voice instantly turned cold, too lazy to waste any more words with the fisherman. He took out his newly purchased fishing rod, attached the bait to the hook, and began the preparatory work for fishing.

All of this seemed far too simple and easy, something Yan Baihu could never have anticipated beforehand.

Roughly several hundred serf rioters arrived here, seizing this opportunity. Having received a hint from some unknown individual and proper instruction, they disguised themselves as distressed serfs, claiming their village had been plundered, and begged the knight lords for reinforcement.

Glancing at Rain Quiet's character, he saw she was not online, and Su Ran's heart sank. But immediately after, he recalled the tone Fine Drizzle had used with him just moments ago, which did not sound like someone who knew his secret. This meant it was merely a speculative remark, and had his psychological defenses been weak, he probably would have collapsed long ago.

Zha Shi asked uneasily, having learned his lesson this time. He would not act rashly until he had clearly inquired about the quest rewards.

"You can go to the card exchange shop around the corner on the opposite side to convert it into the money inside the cards," the middle-uncle said very enthusiastically.

However, aside from rendering one unable to move, restriction skills had absolutely no effect on casting other spells and abilities.

Boris swept a defiant gaze across the dukes present: Francois, Duke of Winfort; Darcet, Duke of L'Anguille; Louen, Duke of Couronne; the King of Knights; and Richard, Duke of Le-Anguille.

The tornado top, which had previously come to a halt, reappeared once more. Gido began to spin again, wrapping himself tightly in impenetrable protection.

Xu Mei'er merely turned her head to look at him, as if pondering something, but a moment later she returned to her usual expression, gazing at Xu Shiji with a look that kept people at a thousand paces.

Following the gale incident, Wei Bao vanished completely from the public eye. Some said he had been locked up, while others claimed he had fled abroad. Although rumors abounded, one thing was certain: this thoroughly humiliating prodigal son would hardly dare to show his face anytime soon.

Rumor had it that wherever the Heavenly Gate went, death was certain. There were a hundred ways to die, but the Heavenly Gate favored the most terrifying of all: dismemberment by five horses.

Crouching down, Zhao Xuan tentatively called out to Jiuhuang, but the figure on the ground showed not the slightest reaction. Ultimately helpless, Zhao Xuan gently scooped Jiuhuang up in his arms.

"Heh, what's ours won't fly away. Besides, I believe many people share this thought. This time it's a spirit artifact, not an ordinary weapon. I suppose things will get quite 'exciting' this time, won't they?" The scoundrel closed his eyes slightly, revealing an excited smile.

Following the sudden intervention of the bandits, the situation on the Celestial Dynasty's side, which should have ended in defeat, suddenly reversed.

"Go into the orchard and experience it yourself. I must admit that avoiding dirt entirely is impossible, but after all, it's not like working a muddy paddy field, so it's relatively much cleaner," Wang Peng said.

High above, P-51 night fighters stood in full readiness, guarding against enemy air raids; the follow-up forces completely took over the assault team's defensive positions, building an impregnable wall of bronze and iron around the airfield.

Originally, seeing that Xu Yang was willing to trust her, Jiuhuang expected to learn some vital information from his lips. But she never imagined that even Xu Yang himself did not know why he had been framed for embezzlement. How was she supposed to investigate this?

Fang Tianjue rushed out of the command post. The moment he leaped out of the trench, several grenade rounds landed near him with a piercing whistle. Fang Tianjue instinctively tried to drop to the ground, but it was already too late. The grenades detonated in succession beside him; searing shrapnel cut into his flesh, tearing his heart apart, and his stalwart body collapsed with a crash.

A lazy voice drifted down from the high wall, followed immediately by a dark shadow leaping down from above.

"Stop daydreaming over there! Do you really think we'll let you succeed?" Qian Yunfa rushed forward once more. Now that the enemy lacked the protection of the black orb of light, physical attacks ought to be effective. However, he severely underestimated the enemy's strength.

I knew where Chen Qi's home was. After returning to Xinjiang, she had been living with Half-Immortal Chen, and when she left last night, she had given me the address.

As for Xia Qing herself, she reacted very calmly to all this, wearing a gentle smile and answering every question. Her attitude could neither be called aloof nor exceptionally warm; in short, it was a pleasant pleasantry that gave everyone present due respect.

If anyone could pierce through the golden glow, they would see that the muscles all over his body were bulging and taut, radiating an explosive sense of power.

Yan Donglin's face flushed crimson with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at Yan Xi. Not one for arguing, he could not utter a single word in response to Yan Xi's sharp tongue.

Clutching Dabai, I moved into the front courtyard—a place I once yearned for with all my heart, but now loathed with equal intensity—and began my game of silence and extreme caution.

"R-Report, My Lord! A martial artist has broken in!" a junior priest rushed over to report to Liang Feng in a panic.

Hdropping this harsh threat, Mo Han did not dare to delay, turning and leaving with his subordinates. The leaders of other factions also wanted to make a move, but seeing that the usually arrogant and domineering Mo Han had backed down, they lost any desire to continue, turning tail and slinking away in defeat after arriving in triumph.

Imperial Concubine Luo tried to detain him, but Zhu Yijun abruptly yanked his arm from her grip and walked away without looking back.

After arranging Mother Qu's hospital admission and completing the paperwork, Qu Qinghe and Fang Chen came to Mother Qu's ward to visit.

"What are you doing?!" Ling Feng flew into a rage. Their police badges were symbols of their dignity, yet now they were being trampled underfoot like trash by this punk. How could Ling Feng not be furious?