Chapter 1237: King of Thieves: Who Signed the Insurance for Zhongshan Commandery?

Mu Baiyi had not the slightest doubt about the outcome of this battle; given the absolute advantage held by the Heavenly Court Sect, it mattered not if Lord Siheng showed up, for even the Central Emperor himself would be of no avail.

Rather than waiting to be captured once the fighting ceased, it was far better to seek out Mangu and surrender while the chaos still raged.

Mangu was not only a disciple of the Dao Seeking Sect, sharing intimate ties with Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou, but he was also a court official and the reigning top scholar of the imperial examinations; possessing this dual identity, he was the most fitting person to approach for surrender.

"This is the roster of our sect," Mu Baiyi added as he brought forth—

"Still unable to forget him, are you? He has returned to the Kingdom of Canaan." Within Gong Ze’s wicked, untamed tone, there suddenly crept a faint, bitter trace of jealousy.

It seemed that for every single day since she had departed, the sun in this world continued to shine as brilliantly as ever, yet his own world had quite clearly been reduced to nothing but bleak darkness.

Meanwhile, Gan Zhan, who had previously been kicked out of the production crew by Luo Bai, found his own fans clashing fiercely with Wei Qi’s followers, as if they had made a pact to blow things up together.

"Hmph... you are the pig here!!!" She viciously typed out those few characters, sent them across, and then huffed in vexation as she tossed her phone aside.

Having firmly resolved his mind, he naturally approached his tasks with far greater earnestness than usual; this business of cultivating a network of connections was not something achieved in a day or two, so he had to seize every single moment and opportunity available.

Without uttering half a word of complaint, she hastily added a five-kilogram weighted pack, bringing the total to fifteen kilograms strapped to her back, before quickly rushing to catch up with the main regiment.

...When Gu Nan returned once more, he carried a refrigerator inside with effortless ease, installing it not far from the kitchen; he then stepped out again, subsequently hauling in a crate filled with bowls, chopsticks, pots, and various utensils.

"The prettier one on the left is my ex... a certain former boyfriend of mine, while the more handsome one on the right is that ex's good gay... cough, good brother, who has always found me utterly disagreeable." Fei Xunran indicated that this was precisely the way things stood.

Lin Yongfang originally intended to question Aiyun about what exactly she had been up to on Sunday afternoon, but she remained anxious about the shop's business; thus, after a hurried dinner with Duoduo, she rushed off to the store.

"Haha, say no more, let us continue! This time, I shall switch to a new posture!" Sun Zhuo pulled her onto the court with soaring excitement.

Sun Zhuo had already tested his mettle against every single one of the league's hottest, most sought-after superstars today, leaving only Allen Iverson.

Along with that desolate, ancient song, the Liao army—which had originally been on the decline—seemed suddenly injected with a surge of renewed vitality; the fierce, ruthless aura of the battling warriors erupted violently as waves of mountain-shaking, ocean-roaring battle cries echoed from all directions, and the various divisions of the Liao army abruptly launched an even more ferocious onslaught against the Song troops surrounding them.

Watching Le Ling and Qin Jingyuan hitting it off so well over there, Lin Cang felt a bitter pang in his heart; they had been fighting to the death on that side precisely to show off in front of Le Ling, yet look how things turned out—instead of stealing the spotlight, Le Ling was now mingling amiably with their sworn enemy.

Sun Zhuo and Kobe exchanged a glance, feeling rather delighted instead; only with this kind of competition did things truly become interesting.

After scoring the basket, Sun Zhuo immediately continued his celebratory routine, maintaining those staggering, drunken footsteps as he advanced forward with exaggerated strides, much like Shaquille O'Neal's dominant swagger.

The power once controlled by Samuel naturally drifted toward the strongest consciousness in the vicinity as his own mind faded into nothingness; sensing the Void energy gathering toward himself, it could be considered fundamentally certain that the Black Cross was completely and utterly dead.

Wang Luo collapsed heavily to the ground, after which several tentacles extended from Hastur's form to hoist him back up.

Though Wang Jiaxin could not see, she flung her eyes wide open and, with uncanny precision, clamped down on Wang Ge's wrist, putting a halt to his movements.

The first contestant to enter the arena was not necessarily the strongest among these six competitors; it was merely because he happened to be the champion of the very first preliminary match.

Cameron was still standing just a step away from him behind the railing, gazing down below; after Fu Hao uttered those words, she began making her way out from behind.

"I shall just claim that I stumbled upon it by pure chance within a mountain cave, and I certainly won't give you away—I am hardly a fool," Chu Qingshi said with a delicate, coy pout.