Chapter 105

Pei Qiao’s ears flushed red. He had never even held a girl’s hand in his entire life. His youth had been harsh, leaving no time for romantic thoughts. Later, living under the Pei family’s roof, he had to sleep with one eye open, constantly fearing assassination.

After achieving success in his career, when he finally wanted to seek a woman, he found himself swapped into Xu Yunzhuo’s body...

Not only was he now a woman, but this experience shattered his former notions entirely—it was truly absurd.

Considering this, it wasn’t entirely unreasonable. Otherwise, Lu Hengming could have seized the three Evil Spirit Keys within the past six months. Since he hadn’t acted, it meant the opponent was his equal and not to be trifled with.

In later eras, cotton gins are divided into roller and toothed types. The one they were currently using was the toothed cotton gin. Because cotton seeds are notoriously difficult to remove, ordinary pressing methods wouldn’t suffice; the toothed design was essential.

While the Woquhe Valley’s western gorge rested, Lin Xiu led his troops to the eastern gorge for respite. Lin Huaiping reported in, and upon hearing the news, Lin Xiu thought for a moment and concluded that these barbarian soldiers were from the Wild Fox tribe—the same separatist group encountered before.

Outside the door, so many were waiting to hear his father’s explanation before giving him a good beating to vent their anger. If his father didn’t come out, then he might as well never leave home again.

The village chief, upon hearing my words, suddenly glared with bloodshot, cloudy eyes fixed intently on me.

Slowly, a few men in black robes carried him along, closely following behind the carriage.

Thus, the warriors of the Yerotuo tribe charged out along the path of the Yamil Yan tribe’s battle formation. Sun Li noticed this, and after advancing only a dozen steps or so, immediately turned back to prevent the barbarian soldiers from seizing an opportunity to split their ranks—a disastrous outcome if it happened.

If the strategists of the Wei kingdom truly understood the situation, surely they could see that on the Chu front, their 50,000 troops would be stalled by 30,000 Chu soldiers at Shouchun, while on the Xu-Han front, their 100,000 forces would face a combined Chu-Han army of 170,000?

The more Li Yi thought about it, the more excited he became. Coupled with some recent thoughts that coincided perfectly, Li Yi finally made up his mind—he would do it.

Wang Heng glanced secretly at Mo Qiqi, then a series of crackling sounds came from his body. His once slender frame instantly solidified, regaining the height and build of Li Xiuyuan, completely transforming into Li Xiuyuan’s appearance.

The craftsmen busied themselves with repairs and adjustments to get the airship airborne once more. Meanwhile, the Wenren clan’s armored troops had already entered Timoko’s lair, searching for “evidence.”

The speed decreased, and Zhao Xing could now see the nearby scene clearly—they had returned to the Wanfa Tower ship.

Zhongli Que awoke abruptly from his dream, supporting himself on the table. His breathing was rapid, and his trembling hand reached for the Wind-Listening Ruler.

He opened his eyes and, using the Five Fingers Destiny Calculation, found that his fortune for the next three months was auspicious.

That very night, unusually, all twenty-four saints within the academy pursued the old man, witnessing his death firsthand.

The warrior ants circled Link, releasing pheromones that left him utterly perplexed.

Link recalled that yesterday, Du Yi entered the city without a penny, managing to establish a foothold in the Black City solely through the reward from his first gladiatorial match.

This reminded Link of a past life, when observing ants in the wild, a bug commonly called a “stink beetle” had landed on his neck.

Shen Gaoshan leaned closer and saw a bowl piled high with fish meat, soaked in red oil and coated with bright red chili flakes. It was glistening and looked incredibly tempting.

At midnight, reflecting on the past, facing the rising tide of frustration and regret, he could only take solace in his own integrity and pride... At least, he was not a dog; at least, he had never knelt.

But if it were merely a matter of poisoning the weapon, it would be basically useless against a body cultivator of Zhou An’s caliber.