Chapter 131: Moon in the Well

Fang Xiao suddenly noticed a subtle change in Daoist Pang’s bearing.

Although the man still looked unkempt and disheveled, the aura he gave off was no longer tinged with the slightest trace of madness. Instead, it carried an air of ease and delight.

Fang Xiao was greatly relieved. Brother Pang would not go into cultivation deviation again.

Seizing the opportunity, he took out the great saber—also obtained from the Blue-Eyed Golden Toad—from the storage space inside his cloth shoulder bag.

Daoist Pang was cheerfully preparing to—

Although this office building had no elevator, the arrangements along the stairways were surprisingly considerate.

“Of course, I’m not saying that the things your mother made you do were understandable. I only mean that her character was shaped by her circumstances later in life; she wasn’t born that way,” Jia Tian explained.

No wonder he had felt short of breath and a little tight in the chest just now. He simply hadn’t known what had caused it.

Ye Qingge had been having a wonderful time. After eating and drinking her fill, the two of them walked all the way to the riverfront and boarded the ship Enong.

He did not bandage his blood-soaked left hand. Instead, he immediately formed hand seals with both hands, his eyes fixed on the blood-stained tortoiseshell. As his magical power surged at full force, the blood on the shell gradually dispersed, transforming into a crimson cloud that shrouded it.

Almost instinctively, he glanced over his torso. His gaze passed over the armor, reddened and warped by the flames, no longer as intact as it had been. Through the hole where the leather lining had burned away, he could clearly see his charred, carbonized skin cracking and drying at a visible rate.

Earlier, he had reported to his superiors that Tang Rui had produced the double-stage rockets and that they had already been hoisted into the launch silos.

Among the White Army, anyone flying over could mean only one thing: Yue Fengxue had arrived.

Once a person reaches a certain position, what they see is neither the moment nor the surface. Character reveals itself in the smallest details.

The squad leader, whose face bore a scar, tried hard to make his smile look more pleasant, but unfortunately all his efforts were in vain.

“If the beauty likes this maid, then it is no trouble at all.” Steward Guan smiled broadly, with not the slightest hint of insincerity. His grin nearly stretched to the back of his head.

It was like this: although the domains of the Yang sisters were distinct, they ultimately overlapped in certain areas. For instance, the radiation sources and power supply used in radiotherapy, as well as the raw materials for new medicines, were all developed jointly by the sisters with Lin Yilong’s help. As a result, an antitrust investigation was inevitable.

The villagers’ sudden flurry of activity frightened Dennis badly. Though some of his enthusiasm faded, he did not neglect his professional duties. Standing to one side, he continued loudly proclaiming the benefits of faith, the protection of God, and the coming of the Gospel.

That sentence employed not only the Lion’s Roar but also an extremely powerful golden inner force, making her freeze for a moment.

It was neither early nor late, and the hour for the midday meal had already passed. Where were these two large food boxes being delivered?

In less than a minute, the Seventh Elder, renowned for his iron-blooded methods, died beneath the combined assault of two people and a dog, throwing the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect into genuine panic.

Thus, Hong Taiji left the beile and gege of every tribe in Mongolia to form marriage alliances at leisure, while he himself returned to Shengjing to prepare the weapon with which he would deal with the Ming army.

There were four garments in all: a pale-blue gauze dress embroidered with red plum blossoms; a willow-yellow, rippling skirt embroidered with willow leaves; an egg-blue ruqun embroidered with crabapple blossoms; and a bright-red cotton jacket embroidered with apricot flowers.

Yet the more anxiously they struggled, the harder it became to break free. Given their abilities and cultivation, they should have escaped in no more than half an hour. Unfortunately, it took them a full hour. When the first armored undead finally emerged, the rest followed one after another.

Beside the wooden tub stood a table with a few simple objects upon it. Most conspicuous was a one-foot-long short sword, steeped in the weathered charm of antiquity.

With his left hand, Lu Xuan formed a spirit seal and suddenly struck his own chest. A mouthful of blood sprayed forth, and amid the crimson radiance, a streak of golden light shot into the sky.