Chapter Sixty-Three: Zhou Huai

Although Ye Feng had defeated Teng Hu, he could sense from their exchange that Teng Hu's power was extremely forceful and domineering, his martial skill even surpassing Hong Tian’s, and likely greater than that American, Dawson. He wondered how such a master could have ended up imprisoned here. Teng Hu lay collapsed on the ground, but instead of anger, his eyes shone with a mad joy. The burly man knelt directly before Ye Feng. “Big brother, please accept this bow from your little brother!”

The “Dragon Roar” technique caused a visible disturbance in the air; with potent Buddhist energy, it mimicked the roar of a celestial dragon, piercing the eardrums and inflicting tremendous harm upon the body.

The first and second brothers felt a bit sleepy themselves; after all, those brats wouldn’t escape, so they decided to deal with them once they’d had a good rest.

When I returned home, my father and mother had specially taken leave to cook a meal in celebration of my exam results. As for the exam itself, I felt it was nothing out of the ordinary—though I made mistakes, none were serious enough to jeopardize my score. Yet the word “youth” kept lingering in my mind.

But if she were to bite her brother’s flesh right in front of their mother, would she become angry? Their mother had just been angry, refusing to take care of them anymore.

Only the absent-minded would let their thoughts wander at such a time, and when he snapped back to reality, the spiraling shuriken was already at his eyes.

Ka and his companions had never seen Lan Que Wu so out of control; each stared at her with strange expressions.

If not for worrying about his illness, which was only half-cured, and the fact that he hadn’t taken his “medicine” in recent days—plus the sneak attack by the Eagle Tribe and the exhaustion of many days—his condition had worsened.

“Ruoxin, are you picking flowers for your bath again? Let me help you pick some more.” Lan Que Xin, full of enthusiasm, searched everywhere for flowers.

Ye Jinmu was even more intent on scheming against Fu Dianchen, having not a shred of affection for him.

Resting against the emperor’s broad chest, Meier felt an enveloping comfort and warmth. For a moment, she forgot her embarrassment and resistance, allowing herself to be carried out of the temple in his arms.

She forcibly controlled her neck, not daring to let her gaze stray even a little. Only after passing through the iron gate did Hill feel a bit of relief.

Leaving the old soldiers’ quarters, Zhang Mo returned to his residence. Before his campaign, many matters awaited his decision.

These rocks fused with the Javier Shield in Ash’s hands. Hulk’s fist struck the shield, causing only a thin layer of rock to fall away, as if the stone itself had absorbed the force of the attack for Ash.

“God of War, assign some darknet members to follow them. Have Wang Fugui and Payne set up the trap mines. The rest should keep their distance,” Lin Xuan turned to the God of War and instructed again.

Another round of barking echoed from the dark alley ahead. Pairs of greenish eyes glowed in the darkness, soon joined by many more, flickering like eerie ghost lights.

To achieve this, Zhang Mo had to delay for a day or two so that Cao Hong could reach Tong Pass.

He also sent envoys to the northern border, delivering the imperial seal to the chieftains Tadu and Nanlou of the Wuhuan, to secure their allegiance.

Hill had lost all hope for the situation before her. Only Sharon Carter, beside her, managed to retain a semblance of sanity—perhaps because Hill had secretly given her some moss fruit earlier.

Liu Bei and Sun Ce were always Zhang Mo’s focus, as was Yuan Shao, who now stood as Zhang Mo’s chief adversary.

“Don’t worry! I won’t kill you, but you must write down every word I say without missing a single one. Understood?” Mu Yinghao said coldly, clapping his hands as if summoning a mischievous child.

Zou Hao clutched his abdomen, feeling waves of heat surging outward, the pain so intense he couldn’t straighten up.

“Born with it? Is it hereditary?” I asked. I didn’t know much about autism; I’d only seen it on TV, where people with autism tended to isolate themselves, rarely connecting with the outside world.