Chapter 13143 — Women, Huh

Su Qing did not argue. He only watched the field with keen interest.

By now the two sides had closed to within fifty meters.

This time, Wei Zhao and the others had no intention of fleeing at all. Instead, they advanced to meet the enemy head-on.

Judging solely by their spread-out formation, they were even bolder than the Dragon Slaying Squad.

Wei Zhao and Hu Suan flanked left and right, plunging straight into the Dragon Slaying Squad's formation, plainly adopting a posture of forceful penetration.

Both had only just begun to grasp the Profound Ice Palm, yet the power they unleashed differed considerably.

Min Xiyao did not wait for the two to make a move. She seized them directly, and their faces twisted in an instant as two streams of memory surfaced in her consciousness.

Rarely did he omit referring to himself as "this marquis." A pity—if Gu Shaoyu were the sort to go soft at heart, he would never have risen to his present position.

The skeleton frames spoke in unison. There were plainly only a few of them, yet the sound came layered and overlapping, as though from hundreds upon hundreds.

Miss Min is formidable. Even with the mountains sealed by heavy snow, she can still bring down plenty of game—especially those rare large beasts, which the guests all praise.

The entire Guo household had gathered together, hosting a full-month banquet for Xue Niang and Guo Silang's child. They had invited no outsiders, merely adding a few people from the General's Estate and the Duke's Estate—and that was everyone present.

Luo Yuan, whose emotions had been somewhat stirred just moments before, gave them a deep look, then said flatly.

It sounded like an excellent proposal—except that the people of Dayuezhi had chosen to migrate far away precisely because they did not want another conflict with the Xiongnu.

Fortunately, Cai'er had received several days of careful instruction from Granny Dou after entering the estate, so she spoke and acted with proper order. She therefore went over all the household's relationships once more, and this time Luo Yi and Nian Jin committed them to memory—though for the moment they still could not quite match faces to names.

On battle platform number three, Long Tianyao faced a disciple of the Pagoda Clan and, with a single palm strike, sent him tumbling off the platform.

"Still not going in? Wasting the time it takes to brew a pot of tea dawdling at the gate—you must truly have nothing better to do. Aren't you the least bit afraid the human demons will come?" As for that, Tianmo simply could not fathom it. These people were far too long-winded.

Still, the Western Glory Register was not something one could enter simply by wishing to. To enter it, one either had to become a higher-up of the Western Prefecture or make an enormous contribution to it.

After all, Song Jianzhong was, at the very least, the head of a first-rate alchemy family in Tianjue City. It was impossible that he had never seen the prefectural lord of Tianjue City, and impossible that he would mistake the man.

Seeing the names in the register, few of the inner and outer prefecture disciples below could claim familiarity with them—yet everyone knew what the bearers of those names represented.

Hearing this, the seven people behind him all broke into smiles at once, the greed in their eyes all but written across their faces.

But no matter how the various factions probed, none could discover the Tank Corps' true purpose—they could not even get their hands on the blueprints for the Meteor Lake renovation project.

True, after watching for so long one ought to be a little hungry—but surely not to such a degree as this?

Of course, Tang Yi considered himself unique. He had entered the Western Prefecture only because he had been asked to; otherwise, with his strength, he would never have joined.

Thinking quietly to this point, he could not help but feel relieved. Thank goodness the Emma Empire's space fleet had withdrawn from the Rommen Star Region—otherwise the situation would have been even more chaotic.

The blond thug felt the sharp pain in his right hand and sensed that if Qin Jianzhen kept squeezing like this, he might well snap his hand in two.

His wife Han Yuyun's two lines were sung with genuine feeling, utterly flawless. Even Ye Xuan, hearing them, felt it would be a great pity if his wife never sang this song.

Between her and Chen Xiao, the bond of mother and son had been thin for decades, all because of Chen Zhengkang. For that reason, after Chen Xiao's misfortune, she had lain awake night after night.