Chapter 169 It Doesn't Matter

Yang Yuxin’s eyes were filled with absolute despair. In her memory, her second uncle had always been cold and distant, and his relationship with her was far from good.

Yet, blood was thicker than water, and after all, she carried the blood of the Yang family in her veins.

She had thought that Yang Ronghu would still hold a shred of familial affection for her, but she never expected that he had long regarded her as an enemy.

"Second brother, hurry up and kill them all!"

Hearing this, Yang Bingguo...

The earth-yellow burrower burst out from the ground, its head expanding violently. Its eight-petaled mouth, resembling crimson lotus petals, opened and closed in the air as a massive amount of air was squeezed out from between its lips, producing a piercing whistle.

The water from the "Osmanthus Flower Pool" was used to mix with the flour, followed by kneading, rolling, and other processes, before being placed on the Phoenix Terrace to dry in the sun and be stored.

A sudden sense of embarrassment welled up in my heart. To be honest, I really didn't have any weapons, and having to fight with nothing more than a tattooing knife day in and day out felt quite awkward.

Seeing Wang Jin speak thus, Xu Zhi and He Mengjiao knew he intended to guide their swordsmanship. The two of them immediately bowed to Wang Jin in unison and received the wooden sword from An Jingxi's hands with both hands.

Truly, facing a Daoist technique that had once nearly killed me, I immediately gave in and dared not pursue any further, terrified that Wang Shuang might use that technique to kill me again. When the others saw a head suddenly growing out from the back of my neck, they were equally astonished, and one by one, they dared not give chase either.

"Zhang Hai, how are the defense preparations in Beijing? The Tatars are about to arrive." Jiang Beiming returned to the Officer Instruction Corps from Wang Chengen's place once more.

Afterwards, she introduced us one by one to Liu松, and we shook hands in turn, though I noticed something. When Liu Song shook hands with me, it was just a brief, light touch, whereas when he shook hands with Jiangjiang and the others, the duration was significantly longer.

Lin Tao used psychokinesis to manipulate thirty explosive flame bullets, causing them to fly out in groups of ten toward the Sea-Hunting Sorcerers.

Xun Yi's deliberate efforts to befriend Pei Yuan and Gu Yunzhan harbored an ulterior motive; his aim was naturally to create more opportunities for his future escape. Right now, he had not the slightest clue on how to flee from the Purple Heaven Palace, and all he could do was forge widespread "good affinities."

I nodded, for this was something I deeply understood from personal experience. Just like back then, when a head suddenly grew out from the back of my neck, and to this day I still haven't figured out what kind of spell that actually was.

"You owe me so much, can't I collect a little interest from you?" As he spoke, Lord Wei suddenly leaned down and kissed Ji Ran's snow-white, delicate neck.

Yet, as the Pope, he couldn't say anything about it, nor could he even show any displeasure. He could only continue to smile and exchange pleasantries with the three legendary figures beside him. In his heart, however, the Pope truly wished the match would end sooner, so that upon returning, he could thoroughly investigate the younger generation of the Holy See to see if there were any talents capable of easing his mind.

Although Steward Zhao had never revealed his true identity, judging by the lavishness of his spending, he was definitely an existence akin to a super-typhoon of wealth.

"Director Fu..." Seeing that Director Fu was talking more and more absurdly and excessively, Liao Hua's expression changed once again as he spoke out, wanting to reprimand him!

"Senior sister's kind intentions are appreciated by Lu Han, but I cannot accept them." Lu Han's voice rang out abruptly.

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, the City Lord's expression paused momentarily. Everyone here was a smart person; since things had been put this way, how could he possibly not understand?

The Purple-Gold Red Gourd was even more extraordinary. Legend has it that during the Primordial Chaos era, atop Mount Buzhou, there was a Primordial Spiritual Vine that bore seven gourds, and this Purple-Gold Red Gourd was one of them—a high-grade Primordial Spiritual Treasure.

"Stop dawdling, damn it, just take it and eat it. Rest assured, it won't poison you to death!" Chen Bazhen said.

If he still couldn't find it once his spiritual power was completely depleted, then he would only have himself left to await his execution like a lamb to the slaughter.

The massive grayish-white skeleton was exceptionally well-preserved, as though it were resting peacefully here, having died quietly without any traces of a fierce battle having taken place.