Chapter 31: The Thirty-First Iron Pillar

"You don't know Brother Chu; that guy is just naturally carefree. Once the sadness passes, he'll be fine in no time!" Spoon said from behind.

However, Tang Cheng could only think about it now. To ask others to follow him would be to ask them to suffer along with him. Recalling the sports car the other person was driving when they first met, that seemed to be the distance between them.

The room was brightly lit, and one could see everything clearly upon opening their eyes, which made it hard not to feel a bit embarrassed.

Chu Yang and the others arrived at the arcade, and listening to Brother Sanzang’s bragging, they all burst into laughter.

Upon hearing this, Tang Cheng thought that although Terrence seemed extremely strict with his soldiers, he appeared to be very kind to those who had died. Tang Cheng wondered if this made him a good general or a bad one.

"If that is what you wish," Su Ming replied simply, without hesitation.

PS: The first volume, "Rising Star," has concluded. The second volume, "Perfect Gathering," officially begins tomorrow. It will only get more exciting from here; I hope for your continued support.

A giant question mark appeared in the minds of Quan Quan and A-Jing. One had to know that entering the bottom of Thunderclap Valley was no ordinary danger; more importantly, the person in question was already dead.

However, performing this task required a prerequisite: the ability to control boiling water. In this regard, only Chairman Wei's troops could handle it.

Xiang Zhuang felt a sense of inexplicable melancholy. Yu Ji’s current state was a classic case of a heart dead beyond all sorrow. Though she was still alive, her heart had died along with Xiang Yu. The only reason she was still holding on was likely because of Xiang Yu’s final instruction to "live on well."

This was also the reason Li Xuan chose Dragon-Tiger Stronghold as his first target for this campaign. Deep down, he held no malice toward the two leaders of the stronghold; in fact, he even admired them. These types of folk heroes were sometimes the most admirable.

Bai Zhihan had naturally never heard these famous lines by Li Bai. She couldn't help but be stunned again. Seeing Zuo Shaoyang step into the inn, she sighed softly and followed him inside.

"We cannot!" The voices of the Ming Cult disciples pierced the heavens, filled with righteous indignation. There was no internal energy amplifying their cries—only the surge of their burning passion.

"Madam, you know as well as I do. That child simply doesn't like seeing me. If we were to dine together, I fear she would feel constrained and uncomfortable. It is better to wait a while," Zhong Jiantang thought for a moment, feeling that any other way would be inappropriate.

Li Yan knew that the relationship between Zhang Jun and the Football Association was only friendly on the surface; they were likely bad-mouthing each other behind the scenes, so he didn't show any surprise. "Then how do you intend to respond to the Football Association’s statement?" He tapped the newspaper in his hand.

After a while, the child's fever subsided slightly, and the convulsions eased, but the coughing continued. Her nostrils flared with labored breathing, her complexion was ashen, her lips were purple, and the signs of respiratory distress were very apparent.

The troops drew nearer, and the Great Tang flags fluttered in the wind. On the commander's banner, a massive character for "Pei" was particularly eye-catching. Both sides knew the person arriving was Pei Xian, the governor of Khan Futu City.

It hissed at Edward but did not immediately attack. The continuous hissing seemed merely an accusation that Edward had disturbed its slumber and ruined its beautiful living environment.

Niannian knew this wouldn't do; if Luo Linglan really chose to escape, she would never be able to move past her pain.

He could not articulate to what extent that terrifying aura had reached, but he had an intuition that if the other party wanted to kill him, it would be a matter of a single thought. Looking at the blood-red aura surrounding the figure and their appearance, he suddenly recalled a rumor.

Long Sihan watched from the side, his handsome face devoid of any expression, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

"Long Sihan, are you trying to get me killed? I didn't call you when you were being intimate with your wife!" Shangguan Fengqian was absolutely exasperated.

"No, you heard me correctly!" Long Sihan said, then took Niannian’s hand and walked down from upstairs, brushing past her.

The disciples looked at one another, their hearts filled with suspicion. They hoped the list of traitors would fall upon rivals they held grudges against, yet they feared being on the list themselves, having never truly done anything to betray the Beggar Sect.

Helu waved his hand, somewhat carried away: "Eagles of the grasslands, go back and drink your milk tea; I will give you an explanation." As soon as the words fell, the troublemakers turned and left obediently.

Ziyu smiled slightly. With someone like Du Yu around, even the smartest people would seem dull. It wasn't that they actually became stupid, but compared to Du Yu, they just appeared clumsy.

In less than a dozen breaths, the sea of fire was completely swallowed by nine crimson vines. After consuming the flames, the aura of the crimson vines grew a fraction stronger.

Xuanyuan Poxiao was usually busy with official business and discussed matters quite seriously. He had never expected to capture Sofina’s heart, and the fact that she was so devoted to him truly surprised him.

This only made Jingongji Kuiecheng feel even more uneasy. She immediately made up her mind to cling tightly to Himegami Aisa, the "golden thigh." In her heart, only Himegami Aisa could contend with Shirai Kuroko.

We quickly descended from the city walls and saw that the entire gate was packed with a dense crowd. The figures extended into the darkness; it was impossible to tell exactly how many people there were. Captain Jasper, standing at the front of the line, also wore a bitter expression, his face showing a look of unspeakable distress.

A deafening boom echoed, and for dozens of miles around, everything was covered in lightning, while simultaneously filled with endless demonic energy.

To achieve true freedom, one must make the former master... disappear. Otherwise, the brand of the slave would remain eternally, etched into the heart for life after life.

Of course, having an inheritance would save a lot of unnecessary time. Depending on the individual, the improvement in Shu Yu’s state of mind was something even the Qing Gu of the past could not have anticipated. In just over a decade, she had reached a rare level of sensitivity—truly unprecedented.

The judge was naturally the long-vanished Zero. At this moment, in the center of the meeting, he smiled faintly, facing everything that was to come.

He looked at me in astonishment, unable to understand why, since Ying Li and I were responsible for cooking, neither of us had mentioned gathering firewood. By then, Ying Li had already crushed the fresh herbs according to my instructions; she was naturally very familiar with the properties of these herbs, making her the perfect person to process them.