Chapter 147: Wang Wenyu Returns to Sichuan

Jiang Ying immediately grabbed Wang Wenyu, blocked Jiang Fan with a sideways step, and scolded, "Are you trying to be a hero? If so, we'll leave right now. Let's see what Mom does to you when we get home, and don't chicken out when that happens."

Seeing Jiang Ying flare up, Jiang Fan felt a deep sense of dread. Yet, thinking of his youngest sister about to be married off at such a tender age, he replied with lingering reluctance, "At worst I'll get a beating, what else can she do? My skin is thick enough now anyway, I'm not afraid of blows.

As for Jiang Ping, she has always submitted to Mom's will without a murmur, but her future shouldn't be left entirely to Mom's whims—it might truly ruin her life, which is why I am determined to go back."

With that, Jiang Fan even pinched his sore arm and pounded his chest a couple of times...

Teague out on the perimeter directly jumped and shot beyond the three-point line. At this point, they were running out of time and had no leisure to contemplate the consequences of the jump shot. Whether it went in or not, they had to lower their heads and launch it; otherwise, trying to claw back the score with two-pointers would be exceedingly difficult.

"The General is quite the jokester. Buyeo's national strength is depleted; where would this king have any surplus supplies? We are so poor we've even begun downsizing the palace attendants," the King of Buyeo laughed, feigning poverty.

"My older brother is from Suizhou in Yuetong. He runs a medical clinic called the Number One Medical Clinic Under Heaven, and he's very famous in those parts!" Zhang Rou replied, full of pride.

Bu Xinyun walked over with a charming smile, wearing red tight leather pants and a red form-fitting T-shirt, with a vast expanse of fair snow revealed at her chest.

"General, rest assured. We will exert our utmost effort to utterly defeat the Jin army," a Persian sub-commander declared loudly in a firm tone.

In fact, the twenty thousand vanguard troops commanded by Gao Yuan's subordinate generals had already arrived near Wandu. However, the moment he reached the vicinity of Wandu, he learned that the city had been breached by the Jin army, scaring him into retreating thirty li hurriedly. Otherwise, given Wang Meng's decisiveness, he would have long since launched an attack and annihilated them.

He was somewhat shocked by the spiritual energy contained in this elixiral herb; it truly was a magnificent treasure. Perhaps only the Divine Spirit Pills of the Supreme God Sect possessed such efficacy, right? He hurriedly reached his hand once more into Ying Zheng's void gate.

Several Spartan generals all contended for the right to negotiate with Hua An. Nevertheless, Barbatio vetoed their demands, insisting on going himself to negotiate with Hua An while ordering all Spartans not to act rashly. After all, they held no chance of victory at the moment, and the sole outcome of rebellion would be certain death.

Once the monster was dispatched, the area it had previously occupied would slowly grow brighter. However, just how vast this region was remained unknown to everyone. Consequently, they could only press forward along the illumination.

A look of surprise surfaced on Ying Zheng's face. This optical brain had been purchased from the Empire of the Never-Setting Sun at an enormous cost.

At present, the Great Yan Mechanical Hand had completely isolated outside interference, allowing Zhao Qian to pour his entire focus into mecha modification.

"The Princess's filial piety is truly beyond reproach. Yet, how long can she keep this hidden?" Shen Xinyen said with a sorrowful sigh.

Given this fellow's shamelessness and debauchery, shouldn't he have stayed in the imperial palace to advance his career? How had he ended up running to Huangyun Peak instead?

A full day had already passed since the fierce clash between the Norman and Wessex fleets in the North Frisian region. Synthesizing intelligence reports from all sides, the Federal military had finally pieced together a relatively reliable combat report, which was presented to the senior generals in the form of a wargame simulation.

He certainly could not fail to recognize Aircom, the towering titan and undisputed leader of the empire's mecha industry.

The Fire Demon King let out a cold snort, raised a hand, and hurled a black-and-red trident. Following two miserable shrieks, the cavern returned to stillness.

Leng Bingbing had once made him feel unhappy. Now that his powerful backer had returned, there was no reason not to let her continue feeling unhappy, was there?

A mighty and grandiose army swarmed forward. For a moment, beneath the city gate tower, men shouted, horses neighed, dust billowed, and the cries of battle shook the heavens.

Zhang Lin was the first to realize something. He directly pulled up the system menu on the watch on his left wrist, navigated to the team tab, and then wore an expression that confirmed his expectations.

The leading officer was clearly dissatisfied with the other party's condescending attitude. He glared at the man for several solid seconds before finally giving a salute, turning on his heel, and walking away without a word.