Chapter 138: Speculation

Bai Yangwei’s expression confirmed Gu Zhuo’s suspicions.

Zheng Shuyang raised an eyebrow. "How can you be so naive, kid?" Did people in Baishui Village have no contact with the outside world at all?

Bai Yangwei kept a straight face, though he could not mask the panic in his eyes.

"The situation in your Baishui Village is different. That was before the founding of the nation—to be precise, it was 1941. Your elders back then tried to rob the senior commanders and ended up being dealt with. At that time, the commanders..."

Harry sat up abruptly, looking toward the bed where Colin, who had been petrified, lay that night.

He scanned the surroundings, ignoring his wounds as he climbed onto the high wall, but the empty space held no signs of life.

Across from him, Ron was laughing uncontrollably again. It was only when Harry covered Ron's mouth that Ginny was kept from wanting to kill him.

"That's enough. This courtyard is large; you can practice here, just don't disturb me," Ji Longteng said with a wave of his hand, turning to leave.

But why? Why hadn't this person come to find him? He had caused enough of a stir; if it were his brother, he should have come looking for him.

As the broadcast cameras swept one by one over the Kings and Nuggets players on the court and the sidelines, Kenny Smith, sitting at the commentary desk, gave his final summary of today's pivotal Game 5.

Before the black giant could grasp the lightning, he vanished along with it from before the giant’s gaping maw.

She wanted to hear what Yan Xiaoqi had to say. So, when Yan Xiaoqi called, she hurried away.

With a rather unfriendly attitude toward Yan Xiaoqi, Qi Xiuyuan showed no intention of explaining anything.

—Then, live with all your might. Si La Si La finally died, and the method was as bizarre as ever.

"Uh... reinforcements? I don't think I’m that weak, am I?" Lin Yu looked at the two eccentric people before him, feeling a bit bewildered.

Let us sincerely wish all parents well and say, "Mom and Dad, thank you. May you always be young and always be healthy."

"What did he mean?" Mu Bai did not ask anything else, instead asking Chu Zifeng somewhat urgently what that person wanted to ask him.

Arriving at the military academy dorms, Yan Yuncheng was nowhere to be found. Uncle Nan had to double back to the second floor, and upon learning that Yan Yuncheng was there, he stormed into the room like a whirlwind. At that moment, Yan Yuncheng was sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep; he had drunk more alcohol last night than in his entire life combined.

Having seen such young yet formidable power, how could he not be convinced of Chen Xiao's potential?

Moreover, even so, the Black Market had suffered no fundamental damage, which was truly terrifying.

Even though it was Jiang Han's first time learning to refine a Yin Demon under the guidance of the Black Dragon, he felt no sense of unfamiliarity.

"Uncle Old Jia, come on, have a drink before you go!" A young man who looked as though he had recently started a family held his child, who had yet to learn to babble, and tried to persuade Jia Qian to stay.

He had nearly wiped out the enemy's legion of blood warlocks, and the Level 4 warlock he had fought had also fled, severely wounded.

Lin Xue frowned. At this moment, she was in the midst of these swords, as if she had been deliberately isolated.

On the side of the bustling street, neon lights cast a dazzling glow, seemingly intent on stimulating the slightly drowsy nerve endings of the passersby.

However, Yao Bai of Zhenyuan City was a notable exception. As the garrison general of Zhenyuan City, he commanded eight thousand elite soldiers but remained only a Fourth-Rank Chongwu General. Furthermore, he had been in charge of the military in the Southwest Circuit for over five years, yet the imperial court had never issued him a new appointment.

Chen Yuan grabbed the green-robed man's storage bag and glanced inside. Finding the "Sparrow" copper badge, he tucked it into his own pouch, then packed away the "Yin Silk Blade" and the "Vajra Pestle," only to suddenly realize a problem: why hadn't Wang Weidong and the others come up yet?