Chapter 63: The Death of Gongsun

"What is the point?" Sima Chong, holding his sword, stepped forward and taunted, "The one you are holding hostage is merely an orphaned daughter of a minor official. She is not even qualified to enter the main tent for the banquet and can only serve the Empress Dowager behind this curtain. How much of a winning chance do you think you have?"
"Insolent wretch!" The Empress Dowager rose to her feet, shouting in furious rage, "Jiang Zhuo was taken hostage precisely to protect Us! If she suffers even the slightest harm, We will never forgive you!"
Amidst their words, the clatter of dropped weapons rang out among the military tents.
Many people spend several hundred years exhausting themselves to progress from the initial stage of the ninth rank to its peak. Compared to them, her speed of cultivation could truly be described as lightning-fast.
The two elderly members of the Mo family had both fallen unconscious, and Mo Jingran's whereabouts were unknown. The only person left who could speak with any authority was Bai Moxuan, yet not a single member of the Mo family was willing to listen to him.
Just as I had guessed, after spraying blood onto his hands, Daoist Priest Wang drew a paper talisman from his chest. The moment he held it in his hand, it instantly caught fire, igniting his blood-stained palm.
"Because both he and I are that kind of person." Just as Jiang Lan had demanded that she let go of the past and take the Fan surname again—all just to be worthy of marrying Jingliang? Heh, then she would rather not marry at all.
People in the countryside are mostly simple-minded. If you try to discuss human nature and profound metaphysics with them, they actually have to be able to understand it first. How could that ever compare to the wonder and magic of a magic show?
I was too lazy to answer these questions. The owner of the food stall happened to bring over the beer, so I popped the caps, filled three large glasses, and then the three of us clinked our glasses and drank them down in one gulp.
"When you look at her, what thoughts do you have?" The director pointed at the head nurse, smiling somewhat strangely for reasons unknown.
"...You spent three years abroad, how did you become so bold?" She swallowed hard, then decisively slipped out from the crook of his arm, walked over to the bed to grab a dry set of clothes, and headed into the bathroom.
I immediately grabbed Fatty Ye's shoulders and climbed onto the back of the giant fish, signaling Tongtong to flee upstream instead of heading toward Mr. Chen's shore.
"No need, you should put your clothes on." Fan Yiyi didn't dare to accept any more kindness from a complete stranger like him.
When it came to dining, it was just like sleeping—once you missed the optimal time, all appetite vanished completely. Tuota sat there enveloped in a chilly aura, feeling rather restless; instead, he would much rather have enjoyed a comfortable warm bath.
Aba took two steps forward to the machine, twisted his waist backward to take a stance, dropped his shoulders, and delivered a punching strike. The punching target emitted a dull thud and rapidly tipped backward, while the screen above instantly displayed the number 465. The result was obvious: in this round, Zhifubao was utterly defeated.
"The next one is you..." After swallowing those two men, the three-headed hound pointed its claw toward the water mirror once again.
What kind of expression was hidden beneath Ultitia's mask upon seeing the face of her beloved mother, whom she had been separated from for ten years? Was it agitation? Or a complex shifting between love and hate?
Li Qing did not understand the meaning of the first sentence, but upon hearing the words that followed, he became instantly excited, completely forgetting the question he had intended to ask. His throat twitched slightly, and then he reached out with a trembling arm to gently catch the two soul pearls.
Of course, even with Master Ren's extraordinary footwork, it was impossible for him to dodge all of those flying swords, and several of them still pierced his body! Yet, as a puppet, he did not even furrow a brow. While dodging the flying swords, he paid utmost attention to the Peony Fairy in his embrace, ensuring not a single sword harmed her.
Her gentle voice was laden with immense confidence. Chang'e did not mention any "what ifs" because she believed in her man, believed that crises would always be resolved, and believed that her man could bring a bright future to her and her sisters.
Facing the other person, I extended my hand out of a wide sleeve, pinching a slender, milky-silver bottle of viscous liquid between my fingers.
With those words finished, this shameless fellow actually started bashing his head against the stones on the ground, producing a loud "thud, thud!" sound.