Chapter 30: The White Moonlight of the Saint of the Miao Frontier 14

Upon returning home, A-Yuan calmly told little You-Long to go to his room and sleep.

The two adults erupted into another argument.

Hearing this, Lu Ningshi frowned and asked, "Did the Holy Son strike?"

"No." A-Tian shook his head. "I heard from the adults that they made a huge commotion, but the next morning, only the Holy Son’s face was bruised."

"Then when did Cheng Chuan’s mother meet with disaster?"

"Don't be impatient, let me finish."

"I installed this entire firing mechanism on the right side of the gun body, and I also used a solid copper plate to protect the fragile mechanism. Correspondingly, the touchhole was also moved to the right side of the barrel."

"Haha! Finally, I can take action. My hands are shaking with anticipation!" Dongfeng Xinju roared, lifting his divine-pattern weapon and smashing it toward a Spirit-grade divine-pattern user.

Although the Huashang Group was not well-known, the name of the anti-Japanese hero, Commander Liu Lang, was renowned even as far away as the legation in the Third Reich.

When A-Gan switched from ring mode to silent mode, it took everyone very little time to go from being unaccustomed to it to getting used to it. However, the change this brought was that the crew's daily affairs became much more cautious and refined.

Although the Galactic Empire was the largest nation in the universe, it was not the largest one. Around it, there were still many nations far more powerful than it.

"Boom!" A collision of truly the strongest forces; the powers of both sides intertwined, and neither could gain the upper hand.

Even without artillery, the Japanese, who were always invincible in field battles, did not really look down on the Chinese who had cannons. The reason they had retreated earlier was simply to avoid unnecessary losses; it did not mean that Tani-be Terubai and Matsuda Kunizo were truly afraid of the two thousand Chinese defenders hiding in their tortoise shell.

After all, these noble knights came from various regions of the Empire. Most of them had been selected by William to be assigned to Richard because of their outstanding abilities and decent potential, but no one knew whose ability was actually stronger.

Perhaps it was because of the smooth filming yesterday, or perhaps because he had slept soundly, Gan Qing was in an extremely good mood.

"In these days, you have been respectable elders. Your experience has provided me with powerful guidance, which is a prerequisite for my success."

If the Giant race were to turn around and deal with him just like they did with the others at this time, the Fire-Imperial race would be in a very difficult position.

Seeing Shadow acting so respectfully toward Bai Jin-yi and the others, Zong Ping's pupils constricted. He felt a bit dismissive in his heart; in his eyes, Bai Jin-yi and Ye Yuzhou were merely people with some background, and Shadow must have been a bodyguard they had hired.

"I said it's at the back, so it's at the back." Luo Yunxi's voice was cold. That strong soul fluctuation had indeed come from behind, yet when they had passed by earlier, they hadn't discovered a single trace.

So, I cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Hongyu and secretly thought: With your personality of running out all day to listen to gossip, how is it that there are things you don't know?

I could only sigh inwardly, sitting honestly by her side, and learning from Jiang Hongyu to ignore their reactions.

Guan Yiqing remained silent for a long time, then raised his head, looking straight into his bloodshot eyes, feeling the tremor in his palms.

Her natural manner just now had truly left him dazed. He had always believed she would never have such a side. In his eyes, besides eating and bickering with him all day, what else could Yuan Yao do?

"Yuan'er..." Lang Lixuan’s brows furrowed even tighter. A sense of heavy pressure was added to his solemn face for no reason.

Didn't many people see that it was a ghost cultivator? Could it be that someone had really pretended to be a ghost cultivator to frame them?

Although this was the first time Zhong Wuhen had attended such an auction, he had seen countless such clichés in his previous life.

Zhang Han’s eyes lit up. Since Xiao Yang said so, could it be that he knew the identities of these two?