Chapter 66: Repeatedly Dancing on Zhang Xiaocui's Landmines

"Host, didn't I hit her so hard she got amnesia?"
"No, Zhang Xiaocui is quite smart."
While controlling her expression to play along with Zhang Xiaocui, Xie Yunting answered her system's doubt in her mind.
"It's fine. As long as her face is unharmed, even true amnesia won't affect our plans."
After comforting the system, Xie Yunting shifted her gaze from the white porridge to Zhang Xiaocui sitting on the bed.
Seeing her...

Less than three days later, word came that a divine child had been discovered in the home of a peasant family within the borders of Baer County. However, it could not yet be confirmed as certain, requiring Meng Fan to go and verify it himself.

The generals did not hesitate. Following the established tactical doctrine, they divided their forces into upper, middle, and lower routes to assault various parts of Gonggong simultaneously.

Han Bing remained silent, his icy gaze fixed upon Mo Sanqiu, his eyes radiating pure resentment.

Mo Fan was somewhat at a loss, not for his own sake—he was confident that his Heaven-Battle Physique could easily withstand this level of attack—but Li Muwen was clearly showing signs of a deviation into demonic obsession. If this truly continued, there was a high probability she would self-destruct.

Meng Fan said, "Excessive blood loss makes fever normal." He walked over, helped Liu Changchun up, and instructed Du Han, "Hold him steady so he sits properly." Sitting cross-legged behind Liu Changchun, he pressed both palms against the man's back, circulating the spiritual energy within his body. wisps of spiritual energy flowed into Liu Changchun, finally gathering around the wound.

Li Shi's mind was still fairly agile; in a few moments, he had sorted out the whole matter. He then bolted toward the front courtyard. Naturally, he could not enter Zhu Nan's palace, but he could still manage to see Zhu Chao.

The group arrived at Yunniang's residence once more. Ye Lü'an stood waiting outside the door, while Zhuo Yan kept watch to the side. Ye Lüying, however, walked right in without any reservation. Entering the room, he saw that Shen Yun was already in excruciating pain, crying incoherently.

Mu Nan's expression finally underwent a slight change. After asking his question, he looked Mo Fan up and down a few times and said with a hint of mockery.

Once this hour passed, he would completely restrain all the killing intent and past memories within his heart, just like sheathing a sharp sword.

As the Director of the Yanjing Security Bureau, how could he not have a few trusted aides? Du Fenghui had long since thoroughly investigated Meng Fan, naturally taking note of his medicinal herbs. In fact, ever since returning from the mountain village, he had already begun looking into the matter, though the experimental results were not yet fully finalized. Aside from the trusted aides participating in the experiment, he had shared it with no one.

Leaving the tavern, Ye Han did not go to find a quieter inn to dine as he had claimed; instead, he ducked into a narrow alleyway.

Those people from S.H.I.E.L.D. were like lingering ghosts, pursuing him relentlessly even though he had done absolutely nothing.

Even so, it made everyone gasp in shock. Heavens, this was truly terrifying—possessing the power to shatter the earth and overturn the heavens with a mere wave of a hand.

Rong Zheng wanted to step forward and catch Qin Mo, but unfortunately, he was standing somewhat too far away. By the time he rushed over, Qin Mo had already collapsed.

After the three of them finished eating, Lu Fengjun paid the bill. This Cantonese-style tea restaurant was of a rather high class and quite expensive; this morning tea cost over two hundred yuan.

Staggering, she collapsed to the ground, and the mask on her face fell off with a clatter. Blood poured uncontrollably from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, dripping rhythmically onto the ground.

Following that, Qu Lingfeng glared fiercely at Luo Kan, then strode down the stage holding his sword. Feeling quite displeased in his heart, Luo Kan slowly clutched his chest and followed him down the stage.

A smile curved the corners of Lin Hao's lips. It seemed that Qianhua held immense prestige within the Myriad Swords Sect, far beyond anything Yue Shanhao twenty years later could ever compare to.

"Either you leave your wife here, or you cough up some drinking money for us brothers!" they said, standing proudly before him. They expected him to agree, but instead, he said not a single word, raised his hand, and threw a punch straight into the man's face.

"Boom..." Lightning intertwined and filled the air. Lu Wuhua seemed possessed, his eyes hollow and devoid of light. Golden-blue flames twisted and coiled around him, and gradually, a colossal figure manifested, with scale patterns resembling the marks of the Great Dao etched onto its massive body.