Tearing Off the Mask

These weeds possessed no offensive power on their own; even if a hundred bundles were thrown down, they could not crush a single corpse-ghost. However, when combined with wildfire, they served as an accelerant, instantly expanding the flames significantly and igniting many of the corpse-ghosts.

The two men had long been terrified out of their wits by the scene before them. Until Ximen Jing shifted his figure and charged toward this side, the petrified master and disciple let out a terrified howl and fled in a panic toward the temple gates.

That was why Xixi hated him and did not love him; even the tiniest fraction of fondness she felt at the very beginning had long since been worn away. Now, nothing remained except disgust.

Unlike the loud shouts of the regular cavalry soldiers, the troops of the Elite Beiwei Army silently marched forward head-down against the continuous autumn drizzle. From beginning to end, they did not utter a single sound. There was only the clanking of armor and weapons, the heavy breathing of the soldiers, and the rustling sound of footsteps.

He could not simply stand by and watch the old man pass away. Driven to this point, Ximen Jing intended to treat a dead horse as if it were still alive and give it a try.

Regarding Sun Wukong and the journey to the West to retrieve the scriptures, the Three-Eyed Black Ox only knew a little. However, since the matter concerned the great prosperity of the Buddhist lineage, the Three-Eyed Black Ox naturally remained unclear about the exact details, yet this affair was definitely related to Sun Wukong.

When she read up to this point, Guan Xintong no longer knew what she was thinking. She only felt a sharp, intense pain in her chest, and then she could no longer see a thing. Tears had long since blurred her vision, falling drop by drop onto the photograph, blurring those lines of sincere handwriting.

This was the first time the Sizhou Army had fought such a war since its formation, making them truly feel tied and restricted. This state of affairs persisted for a while, leading to widespread grievances within the army and severely low morale.

Qin Feng wore a detached expression, staring coldly at the other person as an indescribable fury burned fiercely within his heart.

What was most peculiar was that archers were forbidden to shoot at nobles or kill them—only nobles could kill nobles, and captured nobles could ransom themselves back with wealth. It was said this was the chivalric code of the nobles. After Forman finished explaining, Yang Yi understood that this was simply an established convention and a means for the nobles to protect themselves.

Yuan Yao kept her gaze fixed on En Sisi. Seeing that she did not say a single word, her delicate eyebrows twitched into a slight frown.

She lowered her gaze to look at the ground, which was the most ordinary smooth surface. Raising her head, four or five meters above, there was an equally normal, flat ceiling just like the floor.

When imperial censor Fei Yiwan submitted a memorial in the day advising against the Imperial Noble Consort Jing, his entire family ended up dead by nightfall. How could that not drive those people out of their minds?

With great difficulty, they reached the bedchamber. Feeling the abnormality in her body, Mu Yunqing grew increasingly embarrassed. "You-you-you put me down first. I'm really fine, I can walk by myself, I can do it myself." As Mu Yunqing spoke, she finally managed to leap down from Di Jiuyin's embrace.

Xia Qi slightly turned his head and saw Li Ling smiling as she looked at him. Her eyes were bright and her gaze shifted fluidly, as if she were silently saying, "Xia Qi, let's go."

Yi Sheng currently had a splitting headache and hurriedly ordered someone to send Noble Consort Xiang back to the Luanning Palace, while also summoning imperial physicians to diagnose and treat her.

Yan Sinian toyed with her black hair, which had now grown down to her neck. His expression seemed somewhat absent-minded, yet his eyes flickered with a meaningful smile.

Huo Chen coldly uttered those three words, his gaze falling upon Gu Jinzhi's face with the same detached, strictly professional attitude devoid of any personal emotion.

"All right, answer the questions on the slip of paper for me one by one." Wu Yong initially wanted to praise her a few times, but fearing she might overthink and cause unnecessary trouble, she had no choice but to hold back.

This was the trajectory of her life, planned out long ago. The only unexpected exception was the appearance of Gu Beiyan, who looked so much like Nan Mo.

"What did you say? Are you out of your mind? Weren't you on our team?" Upon hearing this, Butterfly stopped and stared at her in utter astonishment, her face plastered with disbelief.

Facing a game that possessed both immense popularity and exceptionally rich hardware conditions, countless gaming companies were simply powerless.

Tang Yihan did not know whether he had already grown numb or if his heart had been hollowed out, leaving him incapable of feeling anything else. Was it pain? Despair? Or self-reproach for his own incompetence?

In each of his two eyes rested three pitch-black tomoe, spinning rapidly as they met the gaze of the second assassination target.

Upon hearing the word "murder," Fang Lu proved clever enough to use money to divert attention.

This figure was precisely Qiu Yuetong. Her face bore not a trace of expression, as icy as ever, yet as she looked toward Muyi, a flicker stirred deep within her eyes.

"May I ask if this is Sun Yongquan's home?" Wu Yong walked up to the red-brick building and asked a young man.

"Itachi, my power is already greater than yours. Why do you still treat me like a child who knows nothing?!" Sasuke said.

Shangguan Yun had nowhere to dodge and was forced to draw his sword to engage the two of them. Flashes of sword light erupted; recognizing the danger, Zheng Tiandu and Tao Tianche hurriedly retreated half a step, and in the blink of an eye, the three of them were locked in combat.

The situation was vastly different now. Qi Lunnan wanted to protect Bing Leirong; once Bing Leirong rose to power, his business could fully break into the provincial capital's inner circle, allowing him to command whatever he wished and summon rain or wind at will.

He and his wife, Xiao Wanqing, were a celebrated power couple in the entertainment industry—one an Emperor of Cinema and the other a Queen of Song, devoted to each other for half a lifetime. In the prime of her youth, Xiao Wanqing had chosen to return home to support her husband, raise their children, and nurture the younger generation.

Maxim was still his usual self, placed in the same group as Nandong, undergoing routine physical conditioning in the second-floor dedicated training room of the arena.

Although the previous breakout and kills had not consumed much of my fighting spirit, numerous wounds had already accumulated on my body. The continuous blood loss from these wounds would gradually diminish my reaction time and agility... If I were surrounded once more, I doubted I would survive twenty seconds.