Chapter 48: Captured!

Tharn was almost driven to laughter by the cub!

Clenching his teeth, he flatly refused.

"No way! You were the one who said it yourself—either I kill him right now, or I feed him the puppet potion!"

The mutated species doubled!

Previously, Tharn had been worried about Qi Ran's safety. Fearing that he would be restrained while slaughtering the mutated species and unable to look after Qi Ran, he had even separated a tiny fraction of his divine essence to protect Qi Ran!

Fulan's response was merely an expedient measure. In fact, faced with the sudden attack of the demon spirits, Yanjing had indeed been caught completely off guard.

Blessed by the power of dreams-come-true, a hazy and arcane energy slowly enveloped and merged into Tang Hao's body.

For a moment, several of them could not help but cast sidelong glances, and the looks they directed at Qing Lin were filled with lingering fear.

Consequently, they simply stayed safely at home, sipping wine or tasting tea, waiting for the warriors of Yanjing to drive out the foreign enemies and restore a bright and clear world to them.

"Who is this? If there's nothing pressing, tell him to go back. We are busy right now." The fat man's mind was entirely focused on the note at the moment and he had no time to see anyone else.

Lin Yixue was watching the reporters beside her throw questions one after another, and just as Ye Xieyu was handling them with ease, An Moxie beside her suddenly uttered such words.

The heavier this doubt became, and the more Zhao Xi's words echoed in his ears, the more unwilling to accept it he felt. Although he had witnessed the formidable power of the Zhao army beneath the walls of Zhuolu, he still wanted to use this field battle to spot the flaws of the Zhao cavalry.

Wang Jie, the sniper on the signal tower, began to panic a little. He had occupied this position for a very long time, and having accidentally found a thermal imaging scope, he had successfully killed seven people—truly a remarkable achievement.

For a time, not only did Qing Lin fail to find a method of resistance, but even more blood gushed from his mouth.

"Feng Ling, wait a moment before walking up to the barrier, maintaining a half-in and half-out state. I am going to tear open the barrier so everyone can enter!" Zhu麒 instructed Feng Ling.

"Why are you always keeping your head down?! Lift your head up and let me have a look!" Mubarak roared at the soldier, completely losing his temper.

"Damn it, how handsome!" a few gossiping tourists whispered from afar. None of these young people had ever witnessed a mafia shootout. Wasn't this just like the legendary underworld? World mafia bosses only seen in movies—such a rare sight made them willing to risk danger just to watch the excitement.

As the waiter served the newly brewed tea and then withdrew from the private room, the talks between the two sides officially began.

"Let's go!" A group of Zheng He's troops escorted the captured Dalai and a bunch of Indonesian ministers, shoving and pushing them before Zheng He.

The snow on the roads had not yet been cleared in time, causing the cars to drive extremely slowly. This actually suited An Pinlin's wishes quite well; she was not afraid of dead air and kept finding topics to chat about. "You wouldn't avoid me just because I said I liked you, would you, Young Master Yu?" As long as he didn't avoid her, she still had a chance.

Zi Ling inhaled a small amount of the white fog, her head spinning uncontrollably. Her feet wanted to retreat, but she was grabbed squarely in the face by a giant hand formed of white fog.

"Could this Teacher Song have some sort of special fetish?" Thinking of Teacher Song's words made him shudder with a sudden chill.

It seemed as though there was no distinction between heaven and earth, nor any division of cosmic stars. Everything was shrouded in a thick fog, and the world grew quiet—terrifyingly quiet.

"Alright, tell me your birth date and time." The Holy Emperor seemed to be making a gesture of goodwill toward Wu Hui, actually taking the initiative to help Wu Hui divine his personality.

Lan Yu raised his head, dimly discerning the firelight of fireworks amidst the blizzard, and led a cavalry force of ten thousand to charge toward the south gate of Qingzhou.

"How strange, you can still live even with your heart pierced through. Are you even human, you bastard?" Matsumoto Rangiku felt her heart grow thoroughly exhausted. What happened to the guaranteed fatal spot? How did it just disappear?