The center of the brow

Overall, the development of the Golden Tomb differs somewhat from later generations, but the title "Disaster of Yangming" has never disappeared. After the imperial army sealed off the entrances and exits of Chengdu Prefecture and Wild Boar Forest, conflicts erupted with people from the martial world. Even the Nine Great Orthodox Sects and the Six Major Evil Sects were angered by the forceful Li Linfu, causing the disputes to escalate.

He still concealed the fact that the company commander wanted to recruit him as a maintenance soldier. His parents, unaware of his current situation, would only regret it for his sake and let it affect their mood.

This song evokes lament for the fleeting passage of time, yet one fails to realize that those beside them have grown old, dozing off by the hearth—a sign that the moments of rest in life have arrived. The dim, flickering lamplight hints at the fading of time and the blurring of memories, casting an atmosphere of vagueness and melancholy.

With a thought, the Mirror Shield floated before Mo Fei. Taking a deep breath, he cupped the ghostly flame in his right hand, moving it first beneath the Mirror Shield, then upwards.

Unknowingly, Zhang Yong had engraved for three consecutive class periods. If not for the school bell forcibly interrupting the simulation system, he would have remained immersed and oblivious.

Because of the incident with Fan Bingbing, Zhang Jingchu had not shown Song Zheng a pleasant face for a long time. This time, as she took the initiative to call him, Song Zheng hurried over.

“Grandfather, I reckon that the old ghost from Shanyang definitely won’t strike yet. If my guess is correct, he’ll wait until we leave Fenglei Town before making his move against us!” Xia Yang sent a message to Xia Dingtian.

Miao Renfeng stared coldly at Guan Yinchan and said, “If you have the guts, seek revenge yourself. Don’t take advantage of the situation. If it happens again, I’ll make sure you die so miserably that you’ll have nightmares in the real world.”

The boss roared in fury, and with a flash, two blood-misted clones appeared behind him. Their attack and defense stats were only half his, and their health points were each 500,000.

Xia Dingtian solemnly picked up the booklet hidden in the secret compartment and sighed, then handed it to Mr. Wu.

“Yes, yes, it’s Su Jin,” Han Yue nodded repeatedly at her lord’s words, then quickly realized something was wrong—how did he know? She hurried to inquire, while Han Mo also showed a puzzled expression at their lord’s words.

“Anyway, they’re not my accomplices. Are you an idiot? Can’t you see that?” The King of Yakshas looked at Hu Shuntang.

Just now, Cao Kui and Xu Yunchao had come by, questioning him for ages about Mu Jie’s death a year ago. He could not admit to it—admittance meant death. He insisted it was related to Jiang Lu and claimed ignorance about the rest.

Almost a day later, all the soldiers of the Vermilion Bird Division, along with all the residents of Lincang City, knew that Yun Cavalier Gu Fan had been invited by Fierce Hawk Marquis Dantai Mingjing and was about to head to Kunming for a meeting.

“We’re off!” Gu Fan waved, taking the lead out of the camp gate. The Yun Wing Division warriors answered his call, hurrying after him.

“That corpse hasn’t been dissected yet—don’t touch it carelessly.” A voice came from the place where Chen Yulou had earlier searched for the flashlight. The pair of siblings jumped in fright, while the other four immediately turned, adopting combat stances.

Zhan Xiu witnessed this scene and, for reasons unknown, felt a slight tremor in his heart, a chill spreading over him, accompanied by a sudden surge of fear.

His shouting had some effect; the allied armies of the two countries gradually rallied and fought back fiercely.

Yu Feng chased onto the mountain path, hearing nothing from behind. He looked back to see Xing Xuan and Ai Xin merely casting glances his way, their bodies unmoving. It seemed they had no intention of following, so he sighed inwardly, ignored them, and continued into the deep mountains.

Upon hearing this, Gui Rong and Luohan exchanged glances, each pondering the feasibility of Master Wu’s words.

His men shouldn’t be missing; they must be dead. They weren’t outsiders, but brothers who followed him in conquest. There was no reason to suspect they’d collude with external enemies and kill Ma Lao San before fleeing.

When the tune ended, its beautiful melody left Joester entranced. She could not help but applaud.

“But Uncle Ling has requirements. The computer isn’t for playing games—it’s for studying. Do you understand?” Ling Xiao said earnestly.

Zhao Junjie paid no heed to the other’s rage, returning the words previously spoken to him, then headed straight for his room.

Thin clouds drifted away and clear radiance returned. Beneath the bright moonlight, her shadow and his appeared separated by myriad mountains—close enough to gaze at each other, yet never to overlap.

As he finished speaking, the main deity suddenly cast a beam of light, enveloping Feng completely. Feng’s figure gradually faded within the radiance.

His own company, and matters concerning a client’s inspection—he had completely forgotten them because of personal affairs. It was indeed embarrassing.

Mei’er returned from confusion, raising her head to gaze at the green-robed imperial figure before her. His eyes were deep and fixed firmly upon her.

After a night of restful sleep, Lan Ruoxin awoke at the appointed hour, entirely unaware that shortly after her departure the tribe had suffered an attack from others.

Old Ye could not help but tease, saying that if such an environment were to exist, he would live permanently at Sang Family Fort and see whether someone’s promise could hold true. Father Ding said he and the villagers would supervise every day.

When the head appeared, an almost suffocating heat washed back over the cold, shadowy domain.

“Night or day?” Taisui casually picked up a grenade that Wang Ping had identified, tossing it in his hand as he spoke.

Cassano rushed to the ball’s first landing spot in three strides, decisively volleying it. Calderoni ultimately arrived a step late, his hands grasping at empty air, watching helplessly as the ball arced over his head and landed behind him in the open goal.

“Han Gang, why did you leave first without waiting for the two of us?” Zhang Xiang walked up to Han Gang.

Wu Kai rose from his seat, smiling as he walked toward the private room’s exit. “Old Wang, you don’t need to flatter me. I know my own worth. Enough, don’t see me out, I can leave myself. Goodbye!” With that, Wu Kai went out of the café.