Prisoner No. 9

The members of the Fanged Mercenary Group were momentarily stunned as they watched their three leaders slaughtered in an instant. Once they realized what had happened, they immediately began to flee, even discarding some of their weapons, armor, and other equipment in their panic. Thus, a one-sided massacre came to an end as the remnants of the Fanged Mercenary Group scattered in all directions.

He finished off the bread and some snake meat paste from the table, then grabbed the black water flask he had just purchased.

This was but a brief glimpse of Batdu Sarai City in the Terrence Khanate—perhaps, in essence, not so different from any city of the Faao Alliance.

“I’ll just wait, then. It’s only five or six years. Isn’t the fourth son of the Bai family already twenty-two and still unmarried?” Chen Jiabao retorted, lifting his chin defiantly.

Master Qingxuan, whose body was half in the grave and whose life hung by the thread of medicinal pills, was so moved by Lin Xiao and Nan Xiao’s words and actions over these last two days that the heroic spirit of his youth was rekindled.

Even clad in court robes of a deep, oppressive black, Su Liuyu always managed to exude an air as pure and gentle as water. Standing there, he was like a fresh breeze—elegant, refined, and lofty.

“To us!” Everyone raised their glasses—some with wine, some with milk, others with soft drinks.

Whether Qin Fengqing could find reinforcements was one thing; what mattered most was that they themselves could not afford to wait passively.

“She never asked for your help; you went off playing the hero all on your own.” Zhou Zhou’s words were harsh, but the concern in his eyes was genuine. He truly cared for and worried about Jiang Ling.

“No need. You’re tired too—go rest with the others. I’ve got help here,” Ruixue quickly waved her hand, then turned and left before anyone could protest further.

Yanying showed no mercy to the elusive Mirabilis who had escaped her grasp several times. Glancing at the fallen body, she once again melted into the shadows.

After a while, her eyes widened—for she saw her own height marked on the measuring tape.

The relationship between the Korean Peninsula and Vietnam can be traced back to the early twelfth century, when a segment of the Vietnamese royal family migrated to Goryeo due to internal court conflicts.

In just a few short minutes, Zheng Zixin had managed to approach the vehicle, and Uncle Zhang reacted swiftly, leaping onto it.

Qiao Mu hesitated, but before he could find the right words, Qi Jing’an’s hand was already at his throat.

Dairy products are a staple of the Kyrgyz diet: pure sour milk, fermented milk, yogurt made from boiled milk, cheese, dried curds from sheep’s milk, clotted cream, butter, and rendered animal fats, among others.

Lin Jie’s expression grew increasingly grim. He first called the people he had stationed at the school, and when he learned that nothing unusual had happened, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Qi Jing’an truly had no means to deal with her; his only regret was that he’d been provoked into such desperate action by Qin Yebo’s words.

But Xiao Yuchen, consumed by rage, failed to regain his composure and reflect on the matter.

Qi Yueyao knew well enough, but she would handle the worries in her mother’s heart. In a few days, Situ Jingqi would appear. She had considered visiting Prince Jing’s manor that night, but with only one night left before the wedding to spend with her mother, she chose to stay. Her mother would always come first.

Chen Juan was equally surprised. Who would have thought that this place held the legacy of their human ancestors?

Yunlin swept the canyon with his spiritual sense and saw, standing at the edge of a sheer cliff, a young man smiling back at him.

At once, everyone in the reception hall pricked up their ears. All knew that General Caesar and the orc army were locked in fierce battle, with new corpses littering the field each day.

Li Xiyun gently pushed open the vermilion doors of the bedchamber. Dazzling light flooded her vision, causing her slender eyes to narrow, as if not yet accustomed to the brightness.

Having witnessed the events at the Guan residence that night and the futile attempts to escape, a burning desire for strength surged within him—so intense that he knew there was but one path left before him.

At the thought, Haochen’s heart burned, only to cool gradually as he regained his composure.

Yuan Shu was the legitimate son of Yuan Feng; thus Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu were half-brothers, sharing the same father but different mothers. Yuan Shao, not being the legitimate son, was adopted by Yuan Cheng and thus became the eldest son of the main branch. Yuan Shu always looked down on Yuan Shao’s origins, which fueled a deep-seated rivalry between them.

Now it seemed that Keturah’s will was even more resilient than these two barbarians; at least she still dared to dream of revenge.

At this very moment, in the grand villa by the docks, the Emperor of the Enlightened Kingdom was stripping and tying the Seventh Princess to the bed, whipping her.

The Linglong Pagoda was the foundation of his power; even when his own Daoist sword had been shattered, he had never been as frantic as he was now. His mind was ablaze with anxiety, focused solely on how to remove that damned jade pendant.

Though Zhenxi City was built upon the Lingshan mountain range, within its vast territory stretching thousands of miles, not a single spiritual spring was capable of producing top-grade spirit fruits.

The underworld? It would be a lie to say he wasn’t curious. Chu Fei at once followed Li Xuefeng into the cave, the pangolin wobbling along behind.

But likewise, Princess Suyue of the Eastern Palace understood that this was no joke. And now that their old acquaintance had spoken so plainly, both she and the Star Moon Palace she represented had to make their position equally clear.