Chapter 41: The Slaughter Begins

"Host, where are we going next?"
"Naturally, we must familiarize ourselves with the residential complex in advance."
"What if those players want to check the rooftop, the basement, or other areas?"
"After all, guests are guests, and as the host, I certainly cannot afford to be negligent."
Having said this, Xie Yunyun began to walk slowly along the corridor, committing the general layout to memory as she moved.
As I was lost in thought, Tongtong's urgent prompts echoed in my mind, though this time, he called me "Sister."
With this order issued, all the generals of the Heavenly Dragon Army and the local officials immediately withdrew, leaving only Lin Xiaotian and the old Daoist priest in the White Tiger Hall.
In the world of cultivation, whether it be immortals, demons, monsters, or ghosts, any faction could wipe out the lives of mortals in a country or region at any time. Yet, after millions or even tens of millions of years, mortals continue to thrive and survive.
Clearly, An Nianchu was on her period and had a restless night. Qin Mucheng, on the other hand, had a night plagued by unfulfilled desires.
"Let's go, there's nothing left to see." Indeed, there was nothing to see; for such atrocities, my refusal to intervene was already the greatest form of retaliation.
"No!" Qiu Xuan let out a heart-wrenching scream, clutching Rong Yue tightly as he cried out frantically, "Why are you so foolish! Why!" His eyes were bloodshot. Why did it have to be this way? Why?
Under the dim light on the leather sofa, Xia Yan, dressed in a simple white cotton dress and canvas shoes with her hair tied in a fresh ponytail, seemed completely out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.
The Naga Empire holds a peculiar viewpoint: that they are inherently more noble than land-dwelling races.
He wore a white shirt with the top button undone, revealing an attractive collarbone. Despite the formal attire, Su Nian'an found it to have a unique appeal. He leaned forward, his slender fingers interlaced on the table.
If I could manage to haul this three-meter-long grouper onto the shore, it would have to fetch at least a hundred thousand, right?
Su Moran helped up Shi Manxue, whose clothes were slightly disheveled. Looking at the handsome man who had saved her during her moment of crisis, Shi Manxue suddenly felt a wave of shyness.
On the other side, Su Wan'er was still on the high-speed train returning home. Bored to the extreme, she put on her headphones and opened Douyin. Seeing that Li Chen had updated his profile, she clicked on it immediately.
Young Qian Dazhu watched with a touch of envy as the two veterans happily led their men to resupply ammunition. He had learned a vital life lesson today: being cautious and steady is not a flaw, but it is not suitable for the battlefield. As a soldier, one should not have too many reservations; as long as it is not for selfish reasons, one must do what needs to be done.
Old man Zhan was no better. Having followed the Emperor for so many years, it went without saying that he must have taken the Soul-Returning Pill. Heh, given the Emperor's style, there were certainly more than just one.
"Alright then!" Knowing Zhao Yisu's intentions, Pang Xun agreed with some hesitation. He knew that many of the things he was handling now involved the state, and although he could protect Zhao Yisu, he didn't want her to get involved.
However, his cultivation level was not as high as his opponent's, nor was he as skilled in manipulating magical artifacts, and he was nearly injured by his opponent several times.
Due to Fang Xianjue's request, that person gave his word, and the Ministry of Military Affairs shipped a full 300,000 hand grenades to the Hengyang defenders. Averaged out among the 20,000-plus infantry, that meant over a dozen per person. Added to the existing stock, hand grenades became the most abundant defensive equipment for the Chinese forces.
At daybreak, Chu Chen set off with Yao Ling'er and Zuo Qingqing, heading toward Kunyue City.
Lu Jingyi and Jin Zechuan walked over to take their medicine. Fu Xingchen was held back by Jin Yicheng and could not pass, so she could only listen as he introduced her to his late wife.
"I like confident young people, but I don't care much for braggarts. If you want to stop me from killing, then let's see if you have the ability to do so!" Hu Yong waved his hand dismissively.