Each Plays by Themselves

One could say that when the two of them, grandfather and grandson, made their move, there was basically nothing left to worry about.

Old Yang quietly pulled Liang Ruo aside, however: "Tell me, Little Sanzi, did you really pick these up from the scrap station?" All the while, he was secretly scheming about who he would go show off to later.

Liang Ruo gave a slight nod. "Yes, Master. Unfortunately, there was very little related to medical texts. Junior Sister is more broad-minded, so she searched for more books; I only found one medical volume. But Master, this scrap..."

In a dim, hidden space, a miniature and blurry figure hovered above the flame of a green lantern not far from the Supreme Old Demon.

His Samsung phone had excellent speaker quality, so the other two people in the car could hear most of the conversation.

After this information surfaced in her mind, the expression on her face turned serious.

Li Kun told the story with embellishments, and when he reached the part about Qin Yuan's identity, he worried that his uncle might be wary of the military, so he simply said Qin Yuan had launched a despicable sneak attack.

Milani looked around casually, then slowly walked toward the dazzlingly bright gate.

The Prefect of Qingzhou was a legend to Wu Yantian as well; as for the Prefect's strength, he could only guess.

"A divine seat, another divine seat has appeared—it's mine!" Nan Gongping was just planning his next move when suddenly a burst of shouts came from not far away, accompanied by the sounds of void gods fighting.

But the opponent's strength was already a full realm below Nan Gongping's, and with Nan Gongping striking first by surprise, how could he dodge or resist? In an instant, the opponent had a thigh sliced off by Nan Gongping's Taiji sword.

When everyone heard Tai Shikun's words, they were stunned for quite a while before they came to their senses. Tai Shikun had clearly absolved Wu Bai of the death penalty, yet somehow made it sound so righteous and solemn that it was impossible to refuse.

Duan Lang deliberately pinned the blame on Lord Huai. After all, as long as Zhan Feng took the bait, he would never have the chance in this lifetime to verify it with Lord Huai.

Lei Xiu's face was also twisted with pain. The one thing he could never bear to see was Ai Lin suffering any harm before his eyes, and this ghost was treating Ai Lin so cruelly—Lei Xiu wished he could tear the specter to shreds right then and there.

But Zhengde was exceptionally intelligent, and as the only son, he was born a crown prince, destined to inherit the throne. This wasn't being born with a golden key—it was being born holding a jade seal. That was why he saw the root of the problem and, the moment Hongzhi passed away, immediately set about clearing up the issue of conscripted labor in the capital garrison.

The broken blade in his hand pressed against Chiwen's chest, but because it was a fractured edge, it could no longer break through Chiwen's scale armor.

The thick cloud layers high in the sky grew thinner and thinner, and gradually, wind began to blow even near the ground, growing stronger and stronger.

"Then... use your life in exchange for my submission—do you agree?" Duan Lang sneered at Yu Jin.

My trembling fingertips had just brushed his when he suddenly grabbed hold of me. In a commanding tone, he said, "Promise me—leave this place with me right now." With that, he pulled me toward the door.

"People call me A Fei," A Fei introduced himself. He liked letting others know his stage name before they died.

"Since this is a matter between Yixiao and Zuofu, there's no need to trouble Lord Youqing." Chuanshan Yixiao said calmly.

In the main camp of the Western Yue forces, when Lu Mu received the news that Duan Lang and the others had retreated, he couldn't help but stagger, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. Biting his lip and pointing at the sky, he cursed in a trembling, furious voice.

I grabbed Erpi Uncle in my panic and ran back, shouting toward the area ahead of us as I ran.

Gailis looked around, and feeling the rather fervent gazes of the people nearby, he nodded.

How could he be so skilled with a sword? How could his talent be so terrifying? And how could his cultivation be so profound?