Volume One, Chapter 85: The Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu Falls into the Trap!

Loyal ministers and virtuous generals are respected wherever they go. Even though the customs of the Xiongnu differ from those of the Central Plains, a person who possesses proud integrity, remains loyal to the nation, and does not lose the spirit of the state—Udu admires such a character. Udu waved his hand, and the soldiers encircling Ma Liang and Gao Zhan immediately withdrew.

“Of course, I am also Qingqing’s brother. If anything happens, you can always come to me,” Wu Yue said, patting his chest, his gaze falling on Gu Qingqing’s face, still wrapped in gauze.

“In that case!” Sima Ji pointed calmly to the position of the Indochinese Peninsula. Instantly, all the vassal princes crowded around him, quietly waiting for Sima Ji to continue.

Just then, Harris was forced back several steps. He barely managed to steady himself, but as soon as he found his footing, he couldn’t help but cough up blood.

She hadn’t failed to react earlier; rather, when their eyes met, it felt as though an invisible thread tugged tightly at her heart.

“I’ll write a letter to King Qin, explaining the stakes. That should suffice,” Sima Ji said to Xu Meng. With Sima Jian, the local king of Qin, still in Guanzhong, a serious response ought to fare better than what history recorded.

After that unpleasant evening with Sui Lie, she resolved not to seek him out. Yet the next day, she couldn’t control her feet and ran over, only to find an empty bed—Sui Lie was nowhere to be seen. She asked the doctors and nurses, but none knew his whereabouts.

Long Hao called out softly, his colorful wings beating as he soared upward. At the same time, the Star Sword transformed, and twelve beams of sword light descended from the void, striking toward Wang Bei.

It seems whether in attack or defense, the Greeks take the front and the Persians the rear? What utter shamelessness.

A strong member of the Yao family shouted, gripping a battle blade with both hands. He brought it down as if to cleave the heavens, the roaring momentum dimming the world and tearing a vast rift in the void.

Looking up, one could see countless immortal soldiers’ heads bobbing—a clear sign they were preparing for defense.

“Bah! Shameless! Even if I die, I’ll never be yours!” Su Qingge spat fiercely at him.

No one knows how that chairman managed to train these people; somehow, it’s impossible to get angry with them.

She believed Lin Ziyu was no simple character. If he wanted her friend, it would depend on whether he had the means.

“Summon Fengxiao, Cai Yan, Jade Scorpion, and Xiongba to see me,” Liu Xie finally said to Wei Zhong after a long pause.

Dong Yixin patted the head of the spotted leopard, indicating it could leave. The leopard nodded slightly, walked in front of the sika deer, and looked back at Dong Yixin.

Faced with the crowd of tourists surrounding them, the Victory Team felt immense pressure. Staff hurriedly called their teammates for help.

A black suit, solemn from head to toe—even his face was severe and expressionless. With that, what else could he be but the Black-faced God?

Within the space, living puppets and water puppets rampaged without restraint, creating a scene like the end of days.

Ye Zifan’s kiss held no gentleness; his lips and tongue ravaged Maizi’s delicate mouth, stealing her breath. The air in her lungs dwindled, and Maizi nearly fainted from suffocation.

Huang Xuanling waved his hand, crushing the golden core now lacking a demon soul and scattered the fragments evenly across the vessel embryo. As soon as the fragments touched the embryo, they instantly merged within it.

A cold wind swept through, and Li Xiao visibly shivered. She pulled her black cloak tighter, inadvertently exposing the tangerine-colored hem of her dress. The vibrant hue sliced through the darkness and the chill all at once.

Given the food shortage, it was quite likely that Qiao Jin’s parents would have gone there. So Tang Mo made that processing plant her first destination.