Chapter 32: Pei Nanzhou Grows Suspicious: Cousin, Have You Ever Been to the Bamboo Grove?

"Are the supplies ready?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile, holding Sister Hong close for a moment of intimacy.

Himiko sent her brother to welcome Zhou Yu and Gan Ning’s fleet to the Yamatai Kingdom, where they established two major military bases, one in the north and one in the south.

Upon hearing Wang Lang’s words, Lu Bu was shocked. To think that the title of Great General carried such a sinister curse—it seemed that whoever held the position was doomed to die.

Liu Yan, stationed at Jiameng Pass, was a good-for-nothing drunkard. He listened to Ma Zhong’s words without observing the situation carefully. Moreover, knowing that Zhang Fei was Liu Bei’s younger brother, he feared he would be unable to answer to Liu Bei if he did not recover Zhang Fei’s remains. After only a moment’s hesitation, he opened the city gates.

I opened my mouth and exhaled, transforming the holy power within me into holy flames. Like a waterfall, the flames poured forth unceasingly from my mouth, incinerating and consuming everything in their path.

After that, the group of fugitives grew even larger. Once we had made a mad dash to a dock on the outskirts of the city, I finally ordered a halt to catch my breath.

Zhen Mi’s beauty was impressive, but few ever noticed how calculating she truly was.

"And that Liu Dehua—what makes him worthy of Lin Qiao'er? Tell him to leave as well." Liu Huaiyu’s tone was filled with contempt when she mentioned Liu Dehua.

Apparently, she was new to this game; compared to Nanoha, she was still a bit lacking.

The moment she touched the ground, she felt a powerful gust of wind pressure bearing down on her. Too busy to study her attacker, she rolled to the side to dodge. But her opponent was relentless; their massive fist moved with uncanny agility, twisting in the air to lock onto her once more.

"Bingxiang is having another episode. Zhang Kuo is preparing to force her back in," Daoist Lu replied concisely to Old Dan’s question.

"What a massive burden she is." Although Leng Xing was protecting Binghe Qianyu, he couldn’t help but mock her disheveled appearance.

"The Feng family met with disaster while they were out," Chen Lei said, looking at us once everyone had gathered.

"Wait a little longer! You can’t just walk out naked after you’re done washing! If you go in now, you’ll still be wearing your underwear! No, let’s wait until he’s really caught in the act! If we’re going to take pictures, we’re taking pictures of him bare-bottomed! No chance for him to deny it!" Hu Dafai gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"Look, it’s here! Can’t avoid it!" Hu Dafai glanced at the phone—it was a call from Qi Ruilan. He hesitated, unsure whether to answer. *I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear it,* he thought, picking up his glass and pouring half of it down his collar before downing the rest in one gulp.

The Ancestor of the Blood Infant stared intensely at the scroll hovering above Lou Yi’s head, looking terrified. Meanwhile, the Ruyi Bodhi beads on Lou Yi’s wrist revealed their true form, resting silently around his neck and rotating slowly on their own.

Lying on the ground, Li Qiang saw Old Fu emerge and stood up, leaning on his rifle. He didn’t say a word, just raised his right hand to give Old Fu an "OK" gesture to show he was fine.

Li Shen was still unconvinced, feeling that he had performed well and that it was entirely his teammates who were incompetent. I actually appreciated that—not because he was shifting the blame, but because he shifted it onto someone else rather than pinning it on me.

With a crisp "Watch my sword!" Cheng Yaojin saw a long blade thrusting toward him and hurriedly reached for his weapon to parry. Just as his move began, before his axe could touch the opponent’s sword, the tip of the blade paused and slanted downward. It was a change in technique, and Cheng Yaojin had to frantically change his own move to match.

"Wait outside; I’ll be out in a moment," Huohua said to Wang Mu before striding into the passageway.

As they exited the neighborhood office, the neighbors swarmed around them. Chu Mingqiu couldn’t leave, and he didn’t try to. He let go of Section Chief Shang and continued to point at his nose, shouting excitedly.

Perhaps Marshal Jourdan had good intentions, but Desaix certainly wouldn't view this as a positive development. The top priority was to break free from the constraints of Madrid and catch up to Marshal Lannes’s troops as quickly as possible.

Major media outlets immediately began competing to report this news about Qin Tang, and many so-called experts jumped out to speculate on his motives. The entertainment industry was once again stirred up by Qin Tang.

It was much like the history of China: a process of primitive tribes constantly uniting, evolving into slave states and fiefdoms, then to unification, and now into an alliance with other nations.

The final glimmer of hope was extinguished, as all the deserters discovered that the once-majestic *Victory* had run aground on a reef. The massive hull tilted at a thirty-degree angle, teetering precariously like a dying man gasping his last breath.

"Ignorant fool!" Hearing his opponent mistake the Immortal-Slaying Sword for a Demon-Slaying Sword, Liu Yansong couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and frustration. He didn't care much for the man's words and swung his blade toward the chain-spear without a hint of fear.

Feng Yifeng simply explained that he had been invited by chance and wanted to try the experience of being an actor. He had watched so many movies and TV shows but had no idea how they were filmed; it was a rare opportunity, and he wanted to make the most of it.

Liu Yansong slowly stood up. By this time, He Tianyou had already shed nearly a bowl’s worth of vital blood—about two hundred milliliters.

Although he was indeed a subordinate of Du Changhao, having finally reached this level, Hong Chenxing did not want to ruin himself over the affairs of some arrogant princeling.

"Damn it, who is making all that noise out there!" In a foul mood, Malakhovsky directly seized the floor from the Speaker of the Upper House.

The night passed in silence. The next morning, Chen Tianfeng slowly rose, feeling air currents swirling continuously within his dantian, and couldn't help but show a faint smile.

Yin Anchen smiled, but the warmth did not reach his eyes. Thinking of Jing Moli’s betrayal, and how she had plotted in front of him just to make him feel guilty and sinful, Yin Anchen felt hatred. She was the same kind of person as he was; what right did she have to point fingers at him?

This was fine until she actually called out, drawing the gaze of the entire playground. Li Qian stood up, head bowed in embarrassment, while Lin Wei wore an indifferent expression, though the corners of her mouth were clearly turned upward.

The scent of strong liquor drifted toward her. Lan Mo turned her tear-filled eyes to look at Aya, who had arrived at her side at some point.

"Xiaoyun, don't be like this. I put a lot of effort into finding her." Fang Jinghao did not abandon his cold, hard style; he stated the facts, which was nothing more than a way to ensure she couldn't try to escape.