Hao Duoyu crept over on tiptoe and slowly drew the curtains. His eyes were fixed on the snake's movements; even the exposed flesh on Jinlian and Sun Qianqian's bodies went unnoticed.
Zhang Kun's attack this time had already knocked several puppet knights to the ground. Though it had not killed them outright, it had still achieved results.
After entering the command tent, the two soldiers immediately clasped their fists and saluted Xing Daorong before turning and leaving on their own.
The black pieces pressed forward step by step, forcing the white pieces into a desperate corner and drawing one deeper and deeper into the game.
Li Haofeng heard the swallows again. Knowing they had returned with mud to build their nest, he decided to finally confirm what he suspected.
Tan Family Cuisine, also known as Top Scholar Cuisine, was the hereditary banquet fare of Tan Zongjun, the top-ranked second-place scholar of the second year of Tongzhi. With a history of nearly a century, it was the only surviving famous imperial-style official cuisine exclusively operated by Beijing Hotel.
Of course, if they were leaders of those super sects, they had surely seen such things before. Whether they could possess them, however, was another matter.
That was why he put it that way. Of course, he also believed that even if it were exchanged for black crystals, it might not be worth much. He merely wanted to see whether the other party could find this material.
This left Gao De worried all day long, afraid that his stagnant cultivation would prevent him from protecting the Prince of Min as he once had, causing him to lose his current status and position and become destitute.
The security guards drove them away halfheartedly, as though they were deliberately allowing the reporters to remain.
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