Chapter 13074 — Six O'Clock, Two Hundred Meters, Two Enemies

Hearing the coordinates relayed from Wei Zhao up ahead, He Piaoliang and the others all felt their spirits surge.

A word more on that: this method of calling out enemy positions had been Wei Zhao's idea.

The old way of doing it had been awkward to say aloud, and, more importantly, imprecise—easy to botch at a critical moment.

"So they mean to pincer us?"

He Piaoliang arched an eyebrow. "Look at their formation—it's a pocket, plain as day!"

Over on the other side, Wu Guang laughed. "Who pincers whom is still up in the air. He Piaoliang, you..."

Lying in bed, Qiao Chu shut her eyes and waited for the spell of dizziness to pass before opening them again.

A Jiu, however, would not take the bait. In this sweltering heat he could not be bothered to move; working up a reeking sweat would only make him miserable. Besides, the brawling arts of the army and the martial skills of the jianghu followed entirely different paths. If he pinned Xu Qichang down and thrashed him, would that not disgrace the man all the more? And as for losing—when he could plainly win, why on earth should he lose?

The more the student council president turned it over, the more convinced he became that that palm of Xiu Qiqi's signified the highest of five tiers. Her strength just now had simply held every eye spellbound, and her next opponent was Tang Zinuo. The president thought it over, and a faint smile crept onto the corners of his mouth.

Chang Tianmo was not surprised that Chang Guanyan was so forthright; from the day the boy had appeared before him at the age of six, he had never once done anything wrong. A Chang Guanyan like this was a challenge, and Chang Tianmo was eager to know whether what he said next would make the boy lose his composure.

Ye Lingche let his voice trail upward, slanting a glance at Feng Liucen. Those eyes, bright as a sky full of stars, glimmered with pinpoint light, dazzling for ten thousand fathoms, and his bearing was magnificent.

Jun Feiyu was taken aback. He knitted his brows; it felt as though something had struck him a heavy blow in the chest.

Zhuang Xinyan did not even bother to excuse herself; she turned and left. Stay any longer, and Xiahou Suizhu would be the death of her with sheer vexation.

"Tell me, then, let me hear it!" The Liang Emperor seemed to be in excellent spirits; Long Xing's renewed request had not provoked the slightest sign of displeasure.

Boundless verdant wood essence surged forth from within Long Xing's body, and in an instant his every limb and bone was again flooded with power! With all eight cauldrons of force opened at once, Long Xing struggled with all his might.

But now that the Black River Yama had revealed his divine station and shown himself ready to fight to the death, it triggered a chain reaction.

Though I know my father and mother were caught up in it, when it comes to you, I simply cannot bring myself to hate you.

Only, being in Lin'an, anyone surnamed Zhao could claim ties to Zhao Xian—to say nothing of a commandery prince of Lin'an, whose bloodline must surely lie close to the main line; force the connection, and a connection could certainly be forced.

What inhuman eyes those had been—within them not the least trace of the grief or joy proper to humanity could be seen, only an endless, sorrowless, joyless indifference. And most of all, in those eyes Long Aojiao could not discern the faintest trace of anything familiar.

Zhang Lianlan's breathing stopped, and the dark qi halted at the boundary. I turned my hand upward and pressed the back of it to the crown of its head. Little by little it began to breathe again—exhaling long, inhaling short—and its chest moved in reverse: it rose on the exhale and fell on the inhale. The dark qi sank downward step by step and settled back into Maku Pool.

Yet if the compatriots who went to Dayuan did nothing but grow food crops, then their presence meant very little to the Dutch.

Elsewhere, Yuliu Ming and Shui Roubing led the cavalry regiment of the Nanning Army and a portion of the Frost Dragon Riders respectively, galloping toward the outer perimeter of the caravan. Behind every warhorse was slung a bulging cloth sack.

She stood dazed for a long while before it dawned on her that she need not return to the clan after all, that she could go on staying here—and a faint, quiet joy rose in her heart.

Compared with Yan Yaoyao and Shen Zhou, who flung their affection about with reckless abandon every single day, their livestreams were still more worth watching—never the same two days running.

As for the new year, I will not make any grand promises of mass updates that would be hard to keep. What I can guarantee is steady updates, and that I will strive to write well and to write it to the end.