Chapter 94: Beg Me

Old Master... Zhou Shaoyuan's subordinates immediately gathered around the sofa to examine his condition. One of them even fearfully stretched out his finger to check Zhou Shaoyuan's breathing. No breath! He was dead!

Dead...

Zhou Yang felt a surge of qi and blood surging through his body. He hurriedly took out a cigarette and lit it, because if this continued he truly wouldn't be able to hold on.

The world itself is very magical, with spiritual power cultivators and soul power cultivators. Originally disheartened that the method for cultivating his spiritual power had disappeared, now he could actually use soul power, seemingly this one was even more awesome than spiritual power.

This is Qin Kexin's voice. A cold glint flashed in Chu Yun's eyes. He pushed aside the manager who was still continuously introducing without end, directly kicked open the door and rushed into the house.

But no matter how Chu Yun asked, the other party always maintained that expression, refusing to reveal even a single word. After hearing this, Chu Yun sneered, and Chu Yun directly gave the man a fierce poke under the armpit, then this fellow started convulsing like he was having a fit, convulsing in place.

Furthermore, the fact that Jiang Tan disappeared without reason and the Crown Prince was injured at the same time was also simple. Jiang Huai had offended so many enemies, while she was away from Chang'an for these two months, naturally someone would seek revenge.

Qi Yiming's expression, however, became more and more unsightly as he walked, his steps getting slower and slower. In his opinion, Chu Yun must be doing it for the sake of his reputation to retain the crowd and agree to the competition. After all, what a doctor values most isn't his reputation?

While Geng Jiantong, Lin Ping, and Jiang Nao were thinking, since Sun Xu had such ability and could subdue those ghosts, the technique of commanding the wind and summoning the rain should also be possible. Why not seek his help?

They walked another stretch of road, Jiang Yun stopped his footsteps, staring at the monk slope in front that looked exactly like a tomb and dumpling.

Forget it. He pulled another section of that chain from the wall, brushed it to Jiang Huai's side, helped her up and propped her against the side, using his finger to pinch the silk fabric, one pull, and it was undone.

In Spain, there is a saying that the National Derby is both a war and not a war. Okay, this sentence is hard to understand. Plainly speaking, it is a match.

Jing Xiang originally had few troops. Now splitting the troops was seeking a dead end, and although Zhou Yu was clever, Jia Xu was also a master of schemes. The two clashing would inevitably leave an opening for Guo Jia outside the city.

On the evening of the sixteenth of the third month, the news of Ma Qiu's large army approaching Anyang arrived. Shi Qing convened all the imperial ministers of the Great Wei, holding a night meeting again in the Western Garden. On the meeting, with an irrefusable tone, he publicly announced that the people of Ye City must recommend Ma Qiu as the supreme, and earnestly request Ma Qiu to submit to the Great Jin. Ma Qiu's future title should be granted by the Jin imperial family.

Similarly, horses, this ordinary animal, cannot survive on the bloody battlefield. Therefore, adventurers hunting demons often have to rely on their own two legs. Even with some mounts, they are also demons that inherently possess resistance capabilities.

The coachman was only in his early twenties. Dressed in brocade clothes and luxurious attire, with a jade belt at his waist. His face was also extremely handsome. If not for him driving the carriage, no one would mistake him for a coachman, but would think him a noble young master from a wealthy family.

Autumn sounds are silent, autumn wind desolate. How to endure this endless long night? If now he could have a relative, a friend accompanying him, the situation would be much better. Unfortunately, he was fated to be a lonely person, unwilling to accept others' friendship, nor willing to bestow his emotions to others.

The members of this team had excellent equipment, clad in fine chainmail, tightly gripping cold weapons, looking quite fierce.

On the other side, Rijekald was writing and drawing on the tactical board. He was telling his people how to break through Manchester United's dense defense.