Chapter 25 (Corrections)

Depois de Confundir o Chefe, Fui para o Exército [Anos 70] Beringela branca 1894 words 2026-08-04 08:09:59

"I am willing to contribute ten talents each on behalf of my mother Atia and my sister Octavia," the young Caesar said, displaying his own "generosity."

The young commander listened to his assistant's advice and nodded, choosing not to send the substitute Gudjohnsen to warm up.

Song needed to display the sharpness of youth, yet he did so with great rationality, never acting impulsively. He understood when to reveal his edge and exactly how to do it. Fortunately, his current work did not require the urgent pursuit of results as it might in government; he could afford to spend a little time.

Over on Qingqiu's side, she connected eight ice walls in mid-air. Each wall was over a zhang thick, shimmering with silver light and as solid as a rock.

Lin Tian retracted his hand with lightning speed, but the gazes of everyone nearby had already shifted toward him, clearly having witnessed the scene just moments before.

"You just got lucky," Dragonfly said, pouting in frustration. She thought to herself that Lin Tian was far too full of himself; he had merely turned fifty into five hundred, yet he claimed he was one step closer to three million.

"Since you have a rough idea of my identity, I won't stand on ceremony. I ended up here by accident and am in need of a place to recuperate for the time being. At the same time, I would like to consult any texts regarding this region," Lin Tianyang said directly.

Having finished his phone call, Grandfather walked back in, the smile on his face not yet faded. It seemed he had been discussing something pleasant with Sister Ping. He walked straight over and sat down beside Liu Peng.

A dignified national security agent being unable to hide his presence from a freshman at Qingyuan University—if this were to get out, it would be a laughingstock.

"You must guarantee that our estates receive your manure at the most favorable price—fine, let him go." With an expression that suggested this was acceptable, Carabis placed the wooden board back on the table, and one by one, they all lifted their gold rings to press their seals upon it.

"Brother Ling Yu!" Jin Ling'er cried out softly as she rushed toward Ling Yu, reaching out to embrace him.

Qi Heng had left, and Chu Tao's figure was no longer in sight. On Black Stone Cliff, only Leng Fengyi remained, accompanied by a pile of broken zither fragments. The peace Chu Tao thought she could secure by pulling away never came to her. Leng Fengyi knew that everything was far from over.

After speaking, the staff member led the way into the inner room. Emma, Oakriman, Werner, and Li Yan followed quickly behind, while Drake was left in charge of the remaining people, who continued to wait there for the final result.

Outside the room, the fighting was intense. Sun Fei and Lu Shuang stood in a corner, silent, staring at each other with eyes full of concentration and murderous intent.

However, this was the only way to ensure the safety of the Prince of Liaodong and the Princess. I made a firm decision to carry out the assassination myself. With my mind set, I took a deep breath, leaped up, and used the elasticity of the pine branches to vault over the tiled roofs, drifting into the backyard of the Prince’s mansion.

Sun Fei smiled and said, "So you had it all planned out from the start!" I replied, "Of course!" Zhao Wu added, "Boss, why didn't you tell me? You had me worried sick for nothing!" Ever since I had taken those two palm strikes from Sun Fei directly to my chest, Zhao Wu had held me in absolute awe, acknowledging me as his boss.

"Master Chu's injuries..." He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. He could not bring himself to offer thanks, but that momentary sigh of "dying without regrets" had already betrayed his true feelings.

Fang Yong and Gong Qiang exchanged glances, their faces full of smiles; it was clear both were very satisfied with this assignment.

He held her in his arms as if she were the most precious treasure of his life, afraid that tightening his grip would hurt her, yet fearing that loosening it might let her fall. Ru Si and Si Ming covered their mouths to hide their smiles, turning away in embarrassment.

Upon hearing Emma's words, the members of the allied forces considered what the Elven saint-level powerhouse had said earlier, and it truly seemed like a possibility.

I shook my head to cast away the stray thoughts and reorganized my mind, continuing to walk south along the foot of Yang Mountain.

Like a god descending from the heavens, the blade moved with such exquisite, unpredictable grace that a terrifying chill surged through Xiang Shaolong’s waist. It felt as if the freezing winds of deep winter had descended, piercing every pore and making it feel as if his spine were about to snap.

Because there were no genius students in Qiancao City, the impact was not yet too severe. Their brutal training methods could turn even ordinary people into mages, or at least train mage apprentices who could be sent to the battlefield to gain combat awareness through experience.

Furthermore, Zu Dajiu was secretly harboring thoughts of avoiding battle, hoping to find a chance to disengage his army from the fight against Dorgon’s Manchu cavalry.

Moreover, Tang Mengyu had clearly applied delicate makeup in the bathroom, making her beautiful face even more stunning. Under the glow of the lights, she looked like a celestial fairy who had descended into the mortal world.

This was a mansion of terrifying scale, even for Ying Zhengde, the head of the Ying family, who had seen countless wonders in his time.

Bude turned away, his face deathly pale. But as he turned, he realized a group of living things was lingering nearby, and they had already spotted them.

Dozens of meters in front of Clea's carriage, Xiang Shaolong, wrapped in the Soul-Severing Whip, looked like a massive ball of lightning, his body covered in crackling electric arcs.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, they had been plotting to seize their property and plunder their people. Those filthy Southerners treated them like pigs and dogs. They were heroes, yet here, they had never even tasted the treatment afforded to a basic human being.