Chapter Seventy-Five: The Causes and Consequences of the Xiongnu Conflict

After Ye Cheng got into the car, he answered the phone. On the other end was one of his former subordinates. After briefly reporting the situation, the subordinate asked what Ye Cheng planned to do next. Ye Cheng instructed him to wait for further orders before hanging up.

Ye Cheng was now clear about the causes and consequences of the war along the Xiongnu border. It turned out that not long ago, at the border between Yanxia and Xiongnu...

Behind the long row of booths, Eriri Sawamura smiled as she handed the game in her hand to the customer in front of her.

Qing He, who seemed to have reserved a private room, walked skillfully to the door of one, then opened it.

Zheng Jian was taken aback, but quickly understood—Lin Pingzhi was still making excuses for him. As expected, Lin Pingzhi still harbored kindness in his heart, which made Zheng Jian appreciate him all the more.

With a helpless glance at the three behind him, who wore the same expression, Rimuru waved at Fubio and the others, signaling that they could leave.

Having run such a long way, the three of them took some time to return to the foot of the snowy mountain, at the three-thousand-meter mark, before crossing the boundary line.

As soon as Su Qinwu arrived at the Main Prayer Hall of the Eighteen Realms, she was greeted with overwhelming enthusiasm from everyone in the hall.

Zhang Dashan helped his elderly mother walk forward, while Zhang Dahai covered one ear with his hand and gave Zhang Dashan a thumbs-up with the other.

This area was the slums of Xianyang City, still awaiting renovation, a place teeming with all kinds of people.

If Deathclaw or the Antimatter Beast truly learned to speak like humans, what would life be like in the days to come?

With a beast’s roar, a circle of white light rose from beneath the hooves of the Radiant Unicorn, radiating dazzling brilliance.

He felt no burden in his heart. The master wasn't originally from the lower realm, and one of their tasks was to find the master's soul, which had been taken away by that strange old man to an unknown place.

Lowering his head, he saw the baby in the swaddling clothes with tightly shut eyes, a pale face mottled with marks, and even a faint stench of decay emanating from its body.

As the demon bone trembled, on the other side in the Demon Palace, the priest received the transmitted message and was astonished to learn that a righteous cultivator could absorb demonic energy without suffering any backlash.

Song Yan, Chen Feiwen, and Wei Yude were first taken aback—using rumors to counter rumors was a strategy never seen before.

Even Meng Qi, who should have been actively seeking information, paid little attention, being preoccupied with cultivation—the fifth level of Iron Bell Shield and the newly acquired Evil-Repelling Swordplay.

However, she knew that since she had chosen the path of an actress, she would have to slim down one day.

This elder sister was from the Northeast. Not very familiar with Yanjing before coming, she had some friends recommend apartments, but she insisted on seeing them herself.

Chu Yang instinctively thought it was a corpse. Quietly, he walked forward and lifted the veil, but the scene before him left him rooted to the spot.

The Four Pillars of the Pure Land were clearly divided in their duties; those responsible for the final safeguard and aftermath had always been the Human King and the Extinguisher.

Recalling all of Li Chao’s actions today and what Yan Mu had just said, they could surmise that something must have happened in between.

The emergence of Haowei Future had brought a massive market to their traditional medicine manufacturing business.

“I know it’s hard to accept, but these are the facts,” Li Shu said soothingly.

Wu Xiang rested his chin on his hand. Just as Chang Yu said, the sun gradually set and the young master still had not returned. Unable to stay idle, Wu Xiang busied himself with chores in the courtyard.

“Was a segment of time stolen?” Chen Ziqi silently raised a question in her heart.

“Grandpa Mo, what’s wrong? Is something amiss?” Bai Lian had been boasting about how good his friends were to him, but when he turned around, he found Grandpa Mo’s face had already grown serious.

“Every country has a live broadcast room, but when two contestants are separated, the room splits into two perspectives. Now that Chen Ziqi has returned, could it really be to save someone?” Bede pondered, but still found it unlikely.