Chapter 63: She is a Woman

A dozen days later.

In the thatched cottage of Li Dan's home, located in Holy Soul Village, Notting City, in the northwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.

A figure clad in black robes rested his chin in his hand with keen interest, narrowing his eyes as he let out a long sigh: "Oh? You are certain that when that Tang Xi first appeared, his hair was silver?"

Li Dan nodded vigorously, his eyes brimming with a suppressed, secret excitement:

"Indeed! Several of my fellow villagers and I saw it as plain as day. His hair was entirely white, yet for some reason, by the next day—"

Guo Yang crouched beside Yan Baifei, staring at the crazy old man who had nearly managed to kill him, feeling a complex mix of emotions and not knowing how to begin speaking.

Yet that sword instantly transformed into a horizontal slash, sweeping across his waist. Stone hurriedly stepped backward, dodging it by a very narrow margin.

Qing'er suddenly felt a cool sensation wash over her skin, instantly followed by an enveloping aura of serene and delicate fragrance.

Passing through several exquisite courtyards, the group was led before a garden gate, upon which three grand characters were carved: Hundred Flower Garden.

In contrast, on the side of Cockscomb Peak, the newly raised army of Yanzhou numbered less than thirty thousand. Relying on the city fortifications for a desperate defense, the pressure upon them was not overwhelmingly severe.

"No!" The first to refuse was naturally Murong Huamin. Only she possessed the qualification to reject such imperial intent, especially since she was the person directly involved.

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The golden light before An Su was intensely brilliant. She arched her eyebrows: did the male protagonist take up the trade of murder and pillaging at this point in the story?

Candied Hawthorn on the side could no longer bear to listen. Acting like a dramatic diva, she covered her ears, which only piqued the livestream audience's curiosity even more about what was being said.

Hundreds of light cavalrymen closed in, every single one wearing a white ghost mask. Their faces and origins were obscured, leaving only the conjecture that they must be local bandits.

Having settled this matter, Gu Cheng walked out of the Bai residence brimming with fiery passion, embarking upon his path of counter-attack and rise.

"Boss Shi, have you gone to find the theatrical facial skin? Did you find it?" The man with the messy, bird's-nest hair heard the sound and turned to ask.

For instance, a certain fellow who called himself King Bo the Purple insisted on treating him to a barbecue. Qin Geng thought his luck had suddenly exploded, but upon entering the city, he discovered that he was the one being roasted, prompting Qin Geng to directly cause him to skip several hundred years of detours.

Zhang Guoer ignored Qin Long, reaching into her pocket and fumbling around for a long time before pulling out a crumpled, wrinkled yellow talisman.

Perhaps hearing their voices, or perhaps because a warmth began to circulate through his body, Su Yunting—who had been struggling and unable to escape from the grips of a nightmare—abruptly turned his head, began to run toward the sound, and with a single bound, leaped out from the thick, heavy mists.

Yao Yue furrowed her brow as she spoke, her expression growing considerably graver and losing its previous relaxed composure.

At one moment she wondered whether the children might already have been slaughtered by the rampaging soldiers; at the next, she worried that amidst the chaos of war outside, Immortal Old Changbai might not be able to find them.

Behind the old inpatient building for internal medicine lay a narrow alleyway with a staircase leading directly downward. In the past, this had been the old morgue of Jiangzhou Hospital, but it had now been converted into a boiler room, and under normal circumstances, not a single soul ever came near the place.

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Hearing this, Yan He finally realized that although they were in the same game, theirs was a two-star game, whereas hers was a four-star game.

Lu Lingyou hurriedly waved her hands. "I didn't mean that." She wasn't an idiot either; if she kept hacking away blindly, she would truly start to annoy people.

Having wasted an entire day doing nothing except being perpetually shocked, the few of them simply could not sit still any longer.

At that moment, Lu Chi drew in a sharp breath. Compared to this profound method and the Heaven-Reach Sect, it was truly a case of surpassing rather than merely matching.

"Is that so?" Yanagi Renji spoke indifferently. He had also noticed that the turning radius of Yumiko's number-five serve was not particularly large, but that alone was enough to strangle a net-play specialist like Marui. Marui would undoubtedly lose the point given such a wide receiving radius; it seemed his training menu would need some revision.

Feng Tian bent down, picked up a stick as thick as a thumb from the ground, gripped it tightly in his hand, and brandished it around the surrounding area.

Lu Chen snapped back to his senses, his gaze falling upon Zi'er. His mouth opened, but his throat felt as though it had been blocked up, making it utterly impossible for him to utter a refusal.