Pei Jingzhe had no idea she was thinking that way. He only felt a faint bitterness rise in his heart. Walking to the bench, he set her down on it.
His movements seemed to provoke those who had been following them for so long. With several whooshes, seven or eight black-clad men appeared, carrying swords and sabers of varying lengths as they gave chase.
"If it were anything else, we could discuss it. But not this. Beat me to death and I still won't go!" Zhu Zhu declared firmly.
Yang Meng promptly raised his hands in surrender. "Brother Peng, you're my real brother! Pretend I never said that. By the way, where are we landing?" He hurriedly changed the subject.
Although this area only had cultivators at the late Spirit Vein stage, he seemed to have traveled through quite a few places. Aside from the northwestern region, most of Xiliang was recorded on Jade Slip maps. This was an extremely rare gain; at the very least, Zhuang Yu no longer had to wander around like a headless fly.
A fortune-teller had many ways to verify his own prophecy, yet he insisted on going to such great lengths. It was truly rather strange.
"We still have two territories, and we still have several thousand brothers. This is already the best possible battle situation I could think of." "Thank you, Brother Dong." Ma Teng waved a hand and wiped away the streaks of tears at the corners of his eyes.
More than twenty special forces elites boarded three cars. On the way back, one of the vehicles exploded.
This was a scene he had already expected when he handed in a blank paper, so there was nothing surprising about it. The only difference was that there were more people than he had