27. Chaos

It is true that one must see the world with one’s own eyes to truly understand it. Since everyone views things through their own perspective, shaped by unique personalities and modes of thought, the information gathered is inevitably varied. Thus, there is no reason to believe everything one is told. Gu Lingge had come to a deeper realization of this truth.

Hou Yi gestured for the Nine-Headed Dragon Leech to join him, and together they lurked in a dense grove of paulownia trees on the east side of Moon-Gazing Terrace.

The large number of severely wounded soldiers being carried out of the village ensured that this hospital would not be moved very far, even if it were briefly out of sight. Gradually whittling down their protective forces would create better conditions for him to completely eliminate the facility.

"Did I not say that the Glazed Villa was to be preserved for now and left undisturbed?" Qing Ruifan picked up a dragon-shaped gold wire paperweight. Gazing into its pitch-black eyes, he felt for the first time that his imperial brothers were unreasonable and entirely beyond logic.

Jiang Lan scanned the entire weapons shop before fixing her eyes on a dagger. It was a two-foot-long blade with a rose-red scabbard; if placed in the snow, it would look exactly like a blooming rose.

The other children listened to El’s account as if it were a myth, their expressions filled with utter disbelief.

The dark alleyway was suddenly illuminated as if by a flashbang, nearly blinding Lan Youming.

After the Battle of Gaoping, the Japanese and puppet forces on the northern front retreated first, fearing that their own base would be destroyed. In reality, with their supply lines constantly under attack and both ammunition and rations depleted—and with the entire First Sub-district having implemented a scorched-earth policy—they could not even secure basic food supplies.

"I, too, must go inside to hide. After all, the four generals of the Mo family are at their peak right now. We shall wait until they are exhausted, then emerge together and catch them off guard!" Xiuluo Sha said with a smile, ushering everyone into the garden one by one.

Tong Yao noticed Lin Chu watching him with keen interest. Irritated, he pinched Lin Chu’s thigh with a vengeance.

However, as Dongfang Yunyang walked into his courtyard, his expression shifted slightly. He sensed a familiar chakra, one that belonged to none other than his wife, Nishiyama Momiji.

Damn it, I’m such a beautiful loli, standing right in front of you in a bathrobe, and you actually dare to fall asleep on me?

"I dare not, Your Majesty! You are brilliant, martial, and decisive in action; no one can compare to you," General Lou said. In truth, he knew he was merely flattering the Emperor. He despised speaking such insincere words, but for the sake of the Emperor's dignity, he said them anyway.

Thousands of thorn spears struck the giant shield, sparking chaotic ripples of energy but failing to breach the sturdy turtle shell.

The news caused an uproar among all the immortals. The Origin of Divine Weapons—a life source capable of assisting the Green Lamp in controlling reincarnation—was said to have been sought out from the Supreme Heaven beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven by the ancient celestials who first opened the world. It was a divine artifact even older than any of them.

He tossed aside his weapon, crouched down to rummage through the debris, severed the hand that was stiffly gripping another, and retrieved the blade from the mud.

But was he truly capable? When he had faced Xuan Zhao earlier, his victory was owed to the fact that his opponent had just emerged and had not yet fully recovered his strength.

"What you say makes sense, but how can people realize their own mistakes?" Singularity asked.

Mr. Liang was shocked. He had not expected the White Golden Crow to come up with such an idea. Was he sacrificing himself, or destroying others?

Furthermore, they publicly expressed their anger over the Piao Hao incident, in which he was taken away by the Jiaoyang Police Station, claiming they had already sought assistance from the South Korean Embassy.

"Oh, stop it! Look at that smug face of yours!" Xie Liting playfully poked Lin Tian on the forehead with her index finger.

Yan Ba was different from most; he did not worry about whether a corpse might suddenly attack. He knew clearly that a corpse was just a corpse, devoid of any motive or power to act, and that the "final flare" scenarios seen in movies and television never happened.

"That hit the spot!" Fan Tong set down his chopsticks, picked up a toothpick, and rubbed his belly while looking contentedly at the leftovers on the table.

Clenching her teeth, Zheng Xiujing glared furiously at the slender figure as he nonchalantly walked into the entryway to change his shoes. Her fair fists twitched with the urge to strike, but in the end, she pouted and chose to let it go.

He was almost persuaded by the "Overlord." "Hero Abathur" felt it was too risky, yet he did not know how to dissuade the "Overlord."

"Sigh, fine." Old Chuan, deep in thought, signaled for his subordinates to leave. Fang Chuanshin ordered twenty men to follow them, leaving the rest to their own devices; with the South Koreans rampaging through the city, there was no shortage of work.

It must be said that Hwang Jung-eum’s performance left everyone present quite surprised. Her lines were delivered without a hitch, her expressions were perfect, and her flow was as smooth as moving clouds and flowing water.

"Brother Lin, it seems this flavor is the specialty of this shop..." Fan Tong said to Lin Tian.

Everyone thought the story was about to end there, but willpower is one thing, and reality is another. The reality was that Tian Shou’s body was already battered and scarred. This became the key to Iga Hanzo’s counterattack.

To the Huige, the Tang army was merely a group of "wandering bandits." The most troublesome aspect of such bandits was their mobility. Merely defeating them without surrounding and annihilating them could not be considered a success, and to do so required far greater manpower and more perfect planning than simply winning a battle.

As soon as Yibianzi saw the mist, he moved sharply and stood up. Grandfather stood up as well. Within moments, the white mist had spread to the shore and was gradually growing thicker. Yibianzi pulled Grandfather back, not daring to let the mist touch them.

Having come out of the outhouse, Grandfather felt refreshed, as if a cold current had been purged from his body along with his waste.

"That is exactly what I can't figure out. What do we have that anyone would covet? He went to such lengths, even enduring a beating just to stick with us—what exactly is he after?" I pondered aloud, rubbing my chin in confusion.

Liu Bei looked relaxed. His troops had used the excuse of protecting the camp to avoid participating in the siege, so he had not technically broken his promise. Cao Cao adamantly refused to join the siege today, and Yuan Shao, harboring his own guilty secrets, dared not force him. At that moment, Cao Cao kept looking back at the road between Sishui Pass and Hulao Pass, as if waiting for someone.