Chapter 184: Great Battle Begins!

Clearly, after some deliberation, the crowd realized that reporting the matter to the Reincarnator Association was far from a wise move.

Setting aside whether Gu Ruilong, possessing the audacity to act thus, had kept some countermeasure in reserve to handle such a report.

The act of reporting itself would deal a fatal blow to the Linjiang Reincarnator Association.

After all, at least two teams from Linjiang had already advanced to the national tournament, an achievement considerably splendid compared to the past.

If truth be told

She had never expected her own mother to treat her this way, the woman who raised her showing not an ounce of understanding, inflicting a pain that pierced her heart like hundreds of needles.

A siege of this nature resembled less the methods of the Ming dynasty, harkening back instead to the classical siegecraft of the Tang and Song eras.

Midway through his creation, Kang Ming paused his hand at the sound of Gong Yang's voice, muttered a cold sneer of "affectation," and then resumed his writing.

Lin Bao'er took the clothes and stepped into the bathroom, while Gong Yang seized the free moment to clean up the space; seeing her finish her wash, he nagged her to "sleep early" before heading into the bathroom himself.

Had Murong Guangming been at the absolute peak of his power, he surely could have resisted this formidable heavenly fire, unleashing a barrage to blast his way out of that blazing wilderness.

After finishing his meal, Gong Yang sat for a brief moment before receiving a call from Wen Zichen, who was inquiring about a few matters regarding the mobile application.

The two officers in charge of the grain transport silently changed into dry clothes and drank some shaojiu to warm themselves; feeling that the entire spectacle of their escape after being abducted by Tie Wushuang and his men was far too disgraceful, they wrapped themselves tightly in felt blankets and refused to utter a single word about the past.

Sprinting out of the Body Refining Palace, Bai Liun paid no heed to the crowd gathered outside, leaping onto the roof and vanishing from sight within a few bounds.

Qin Yue ignored Zheng Zhiying completely, merely exerting a bit of force to strenuously wrench the hard object free.

"It seems someone at Hogwarts still remembers me! Pity there is no reward!" Tonks tossed her hair, which shifted into several undulating colors. "Are you sure you aren't going to make a move?" she asked Downing.

One must understand that the reason the 'Ruler' class could serve as the true adjudicator of the Holy Grail War was precisely because it held the supreme privilege of Command Spells—two for each Heroic Spirit, totaling fourteen in all.

"Where is Ye'er? Is Ye'er well? I miss him so much." Shen Qingwu leaned into Gu Jingfeng's embrace, listening to his words as she asked in pitiful anxiety, her eyes glistening with tears, yearning desperately for her child.

Faced with the ten-man bus parked by Meijiang Secondary School, Lijiang No. 1 High School also failed to break through, ending the match similarly without a single goal.

"Qingwu, you have suffered." Just as Shen Qingwu reached the door, a man in full military attire, a long sword still buckled to his right waist, gently took her hand and spoke to her.

Yet before Potions class, Downing received quite a fright from Hagrid during Care of Magical Creatures.

However, apart from the traces of excavation in this particular spot, there was no greater damage to be found.

Stunned for a fleeting moment—and ask not who was stunned—Downing softly replied, "Alright!" Perhaps even he failed to notice that his single word was spoken with exceptional tenderness, and unlike his groggy state upon waking, he was now completely alert.

Just as Emilia could contain herself no longer, her lips twitching as if she wished to speak, Qian Long spared her a casual glance.

The April weather was rather fickle, yet the day was pleasant enough, with warm sunshine and a gentle breeze carrying the moist, temperate breath from above the Black Lake.

"Heh, you old scoundrel, you seem to have forgotten one thing. That permanent table number is meant to be given to the one who finishes the noodles." Mo Chen took a sip of tea and smiled faintly.

Through thorough investigations, they exposed the latest truths, winning the recognition and support of the local populace through a murderous reshuffle. Even the good citizens would be framed and slandered, ultimately ruined in reputation and sent to the guillotine. Their methods were truly ruthless, swift, and resolute.