23. The Broadcast of the First and Second Episodes (Part One)

Once, she could let go with ease. She once believed that in this lifetime, she would never have any connection with Jiang Sicheng. But now that Jiang Sicheng was dead, she suddenly realized she had underestimated her feelings for him.

Her skin was delicate and smooth like white jade, sometimes appearing almost like ice—nearly translucent.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I wanted to ask if there’s any way in a past life to lend me a helping hand!” Tang Fan said.

At the most extreme, a warship even flew through the air just one or two miles beside their hiding place.

Everyone shook their heads, signaling they were fine; only Shi Qing suddenly shouted out in surprise.

Death might not be certain, but the bayonet would surely suffer a brutal retaliation—maybe a broken leg or the destruction of his dantian.

Qi Fan roughly examined the elevator, which was essentially a giant basket that could hold a person standing. The hoist connected to the basket, but there was nothing around the basket’s edges to climb onto the land.

“Big sister, does crying alone help? I don’t have any good ideas either, but even if I did, could you go against your parents’ wishes?” Yun Feng spoke honestly.

After hearing this, Ji Lingsheng laughed heartily, the sound spreading over the mountaintop and into the dark night. Liu Ruoxi stood behind the two, dazed, the laughter echoing in her ears—a mixture of defiance, bitterness, yet wildly proud and bold.

Qin Yang didn’t follow too closely. He wasn’t a bodyguard but a hunter. His mission was to capture or kill the assassin lurking in the shadows. If he got too close and exposed himself, he would fall into the assassin’s trap and lose the advantage of striking from concealment.

After a long wait, he seemed unharmed and still alive. Black Eagle slowly opened his tightly shut eyes, greeted by Chen Tian’s faint, inscrutable smile.

“Maybe it’s because they’ve stayed too long in the idle government office and want to find something to do. If they do well, perhaps they’ll even get a transfer,” Sun Chi half-joked.

Zhou Yu saw the guards on the city walls all retreating and ordered the bed crossbow to fire. No city in Funnan had moats, likely due to geological reasons making digging difficult. Iron arrows with powder charges were shot at the city gates. One after another, dozens of powder bags exploded, and with the blasts, the gate was torn open.

Moreover, originally, Zuo Qiu Liye and Elder Yue were supposed to meet in this inn. She had thought it was in Taixi. If Zuo Qiu Liye wasn’t going to Taixi, then where would he take her?

Cao Cao’s army returned to Lederman, where Mazhan greeted them with a smile. Cao Cao signaled to Cao Zhang, Ma Feng, and Meng Huo. The three led troops swiftly into the city, took over the capital’s defenses, and disarmed the unsuspecting Shan soldiers, placing them under guard.

A meal eventually comes to an end. Though Ho Guang was reluctant, he had to stand and see them off. “Father, please don’t send me off. The wind and snow outside are fierce; you mustn’t hurt yourself further,” Ho Chengjun said anxiously, stopping Ho Guang’s steps.

Thus, Otto and his group walked through the crowds lining the streets in welcome, arriving at the Civic Square. Otto stopped at the center, first looking up at the statue of the late Emperor Jimoshchuk Andolenda, then turned to climb the platform and raised his hands high, calling out loudly.

Entering the courtyard, Wang Yan was immediately struck by the exquisite decor. This courtyard was two or three times larger than where he had stayed the night before, filled with vitality—clearly someone lived here regularly.

The car drove all the way to the Governor’s Mansion. When it stopped, Yang Jinxin involuntarily flinched. Qin Muyang gave her a reassuring smile, took her hand, and helped her out of the car.

Zhao Zhong knelt on the ground, not daring to look up at Li Yuanchang’s expression. Li Yuanchang did not reply, and the hall fell into a dead silence.

After receiving Xi Tianling’s reply, Feng Lan turned and left, heading toward a nearby place.

The multicolored light sphere trembled violently, then rapidly expanded—the Dao realm incarnation was finally beginning to coalesce.

Ling Hanshuang had wanted to cook at home, but recalling what Xi Tianling said yesterday—that since it was a new home, although all the appliances were complete, there were no food or vegetables at all—she reconsidered.

Ding Hong had no intention of competing conservatively like Li Yu. He planned to overwhelm all others with sheer force, letting all rivals know that the province’s high jump scene was now the Ding era. Anyone daring to challenge him was doomed to a futile dream.

One thousand push-ups! Even for the elite team, completing that was no easy feat. Especially for such a thin fellow, whose complexion betrayed a typical weakling. Forget a thousand, he probably wouldn’t finish a hundred without collapsing and vomiting blood on the spot.

Luo Yi’s calm voice rang out again. The next moment, the Big Dipper Demon-Slaying Sword trembled violently, releasing dozens of ten-zhang-long sword energies that roared toward Ye Han and the others.

By now, quite a crowd had gathered, all there to watch the spectacle. Each wore a mocking expression, eager to see Luo Yi grovel and hand over the money to Qi Xuan like a dog.