Chapter 164: Pavilion of Immortal Treasures

Beneath the glacier of ten thousand miles of ice, atop a pitch-black, smooth spacecraft, a tiny human figure stood.

This person was none other than Shen Xin, who had leapt down.

He raised his foot and gently stepped onto the dark, glossy flying vessel, producing a crisp, resonant sound immediately.

From this, it could be deduced that the interior of the spacecraft was hollow.

He attempted to use the Earth-Escaping Technique, trying to burrow into the spacecraft to take a look.

To be honest, mobilizing an army of several thousand troops abruptly was a matter that required at least a day's advance preparation, but Ren Zhong could not wait any longer.

Meeting his pitch-black gaze, she felt a momentary panic and helplessness, as if she had been caught doing something shameful.

Seeing the middle-aged man turn and leave without a shred of lingering attachment, Lin Miaomiao collapsed to the ground as if all the strength had been drained from her body.

Su Qinghe had no choice but to promise her supervisor that she would definitely retrieve all the project data by twelve o'clock tonight before she was finally allowed to leave work.

Having recuperated in the hospital for two days, Su Qinghe began demanding to be discharged; after all, Beibei's illness was almost completely cured, and she did not want to waste money like this anymore.

Over the past few days, Chen the Cooper had been deploying troops and stationing them right outside Hangzhou. Yet, when he truly reached the city gates of Hangzhou, he grew slightly timid and unexpectedly hesitated to launch an attack for the time being.

The forging technology of the Jurchens had also made significant progress in recent years. Before having shaken off their primitive tribal mode, they were already capable of forging superior weapons and iron armor, whereas the primary energy of the Song people had been poured into the manufacture of gunpowder.

Helpless, he had no choice but to call Fang Li. As soon as the call was connected, he heard Fang Li asking him in an unpleasant tone.

Figuring that his uncle would arrive shortly, Zhang Haolin instantly regained a bit of confidence and began to clamor and provoke again.

This monster, containing scorching blood, chanted a terrifying incantation, and elements brimming with scorching power began to gather around it.

Being in a bad mood meant one had to find someone to vent to and resolve their worries, right? Thus, Yang Ni found her close friend Wei Xun to pour her heart out.

In the evening, Mu Chenghu gathered everyone together and was just about to discuss the matters ahead when he was called aside by Mu Qingshan.

Seeing that Long Aotian had finally stopped going berserk, Su Yu lowered his hands, which he had been using to cast spells. By this time, he was somewhat exhausted and no longer felt like raising his hands again.

Yet they could hardly neglect their examinations just to run off and read what Luo Zhang had written; doing so would be equivalent to giving up their own exams and their own futures. Who would be that foolish? Therefore, they could only suppress their thoughts with patience. In any case, the poems and essays written by Luo Zhang would be published after the examinations concluded, and they would find out then.

Its sharp claws were like hooks, gleaming with a cold light. One could tell at a glance how razor-sharp they were as they slashed down toward Mu Feifei's head.

My brother was right about one thing just now: as long as we no longer have any intersection with each other, we can live in peace.

Immediately, Liu Renyuan had the interpreter tell them that Goguryeo had perished and no longer existed today.

"What is it?" Aldrich was quite experienced and knew that places crowded with people harbored many swindlers. Besides, looking at the old man's appearance, he somehow looked sanctimonious... In this day and age, the more honest someone looked, the more likely they were to be a fraud.

Song Xianglian followed closely behind, though she still managed to spare a moment to smile at Ye Manjing before swiftly darting inside as well.

The Ci'an Hall was not the Fanghua Courtyard. Even if the First Madam had the heart to kick the old mamasan away, she would never dare to do so in front of the Old Madame.

"When I'm in a really good mood or a really terrible mood one of these days, I'll come over and spar with your grandfather," Qin Luo said with a squinted smile, a chuckle in his voice.

After completing a series of tests, the "Black Phantom" drone fully verified the performance of its airborne video and photographic equipment. Then, the aircraft began cruising at an altitude of twenty thousand meters, flying toward the distance.

On the surface, You Fang acted as if he did not care, claiming that this meager probing was far from enough to make him show all his skills, but inwardly he was secretly alarmed. In truth, during the magical duel at the Boundary Ridge, You Fang had played nearly all his trump cards. His opponent was too formidable, and wanting to strike him down on the spot left him no room for reservation.