Usurping the Han Dynasty (15)

Thinking back now, aside from that general, it seemed no one else capable of communicating with the alchemists was ever seen.

However, Hoshigaki Kisame did not retreat upon sensing the crisis; instead, a surge of fighting spirit welled up in his heart.

In the end, Otonashi Yunyao, Ishikawa Lingxiang, Canshui, and Miyahara Kaori finalized the specific mission plan.

The general was gone, the Daoist priest was gone, and even... the city named Yezhou was gone.

They walked up to the door and saw that the inn had a towering facade. Right in the middle above the entrance hung a large plaque with four golden characters inscribed upon it: "Dragon Gate Inn." Flanking the sides was a pair of golden couplets: the first line read, "Leap into the Dragon Gate to enjoy wealth and honor," and the second line read, "Stay within the inn to achieve supreme success."

Even though the purple Qi within his body was abundant, it ultimately failed to resist the sleeping smoke that had already melted into his system.

Years later, Fang Lixing established the country's first food city. Whenever he spoke with others about how he achieved his success entirely thanks to the guidance of a young woman, no one would believe him.

Suddenly, while passing through a corridor, Harry stumbled to a halt, grabbing the stone wall. Listening intently while scanning his surroundings, he squinted and searched up and down the dimly lit hallway for something.

After lying down for a while, he found he could not sleep, so he propped himself up against the headboard and looked out the window. The sunlight was still somewhat scorching; otherwise, Lin Chu would have wanted to sit on the balcony for a while.

Jiang Chang'an indeed had the intention of exploring Pengqiu Island. Even if no one had come to look for him, he would have investigated this unknown island sooner or later.

"President Ye? Then it seems likely someone sent by the general agent of Lexus or something similar," Qin Feng speculated as he walked towards the door and opened it.

"This... Let me think about it!" Chen Kun was somewhat indecisive, his gaze fixed on me as if trying to read whether I harbored any sinister plots in my eyes.

Long ago, Jin Chi had also sensed the power of Cronus, the God of Time. Yet, in direct comparison, the power Wang Erhei had just displayed was countless times more formidable than that of Cronus.

Caught red-handed by the leadership, he inwardly cursed his bad luck. How could their eyes and ears be so sharp? True to form for administrators handling student affairs.

He even harbored an innate hatred toward those who gave birth to and painstakingly nurtured him, such as Tuo and Wang Bingyang. Countless human warriors could never have imagined that Tuo had once lived with a member of the demon race for so long.

Too lazy to explain further to him, Lin Hai simply took out his phone and searched for Pang Zhonghua's regular script calligraphy rubbings.

As countless fragments overlapped, that complete photograph reappeared in Wang Erhei's mind.

At the end of his speech, his gaze stole a glance at the fair skin beneath Alice's skirt, and a grimace of hard-won triumph twisted his face, which had just escaped death.

Meng Fan's principle was never to use poison; perhaps this unlucky wretch would be the first person he killed using poison.

Facing Yun Moxixi's attitude, the two felt no displeasure whatsoever. In truth, the current situation required them to seek a favor from the other party, so they could not demand excessive warmth. Furthermore, they had long heard of Yun Moxixi's temperament, which kept any feelings of awkwardness at bay.

"Thank you, doctor!" Lanxi bounced up from the chair, pushed the door open happily, and left. As she walked, she patted her chest, finally setting her mind at ease. No sooner had she left than Cheng San approached the doctor's office she had just exited.

Faint, haphazardly strewn corpses could be seen within, and the air was thick with a heavy stench of blood.

Under such circumstances, Ye Feng could have opened the door with a single punch, burst straight in, and then, consumed by animalistic urges, forced himself upon Ni Suqin.

As if that were not enough, it let out a strange, hissing, jabbering shriek, desperately trying to flee the place. Yet, it was eerily yanked along bit by bit by some unseen force, crawling toward the wild man's severed body.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. It wasn't just a matter of a little pain; it must have hurt intensely.

"Brother Lu is right. If you have something on your mind, just say it. Whatever we can help with, we will help. Our friendship over the years hasn't been for nothing," Jiang Mingdu said.

Li Fei and Dong Zihao spoke like cross-talk comedians, feeding lines to each other until Teacher Wang was left dumbfounded. What? President Ye? Which President Ye? Could it be the one who invested in building the teaching block for the No. 1 High School and was about to become a member of the school board?

Yuan Yi lit a cigarette. Holding it between his fair fingers, even a casual gesture looked remarkably pleasing to the eye. Wisps of blue smoke exhaled from his sensual, thin lips drifted upward, mingling with the blue-and-white theatrical costume he wore, making him look like an aristocratic young master of antiquity who had stepped straight out of a painting.

No, no, she wouldn't. How could she possibly lose her heart to Huo Qishao? She and he were merely bound by a transaction—or rather, she was truly in no condition to invest emotionally anymore.

Xing Yun's figure suddenly halted, as if his internal energy had been completely exhausted, leaving his chest wide open and defenseless.

Before long, the food was served. Daoist Kong did not even lift his head as he began to eat. While eating, he used a focused sound-transmission technique to converse with the other person, establishing a private channel between the two of them.

He harbored a vague plan: if he had spare time, he would go find Zheng Menger. If he could pull her back into his "embrace," dealing with the immediate crisis would undoubtedly become much simpler.