Chapter 44: M99 Sniper Rifle

One man was running madly inside the staircase, while another quickly pursued him from behind. Although the man in the floral shirt had been shot just now, neither of his wounds was fatal. The first bullet, fired at the very beginning, struck his ear, severing it; the other hit his left arm. So now this fellow was frantically trying to eliminate his pursuer—Cao Bin, in fact, was only trying to test something...

With enormous stone carvings, golden nanmu wood, artificial hills, and waterfalls, even the residence of an ordinary prince would pale in comparison. Yet at this moment, Li Yang could not let down his guard, for the bird he had struck away was not yet dead. Seeing its companion cut down, it fearlessly charged at Li Yang once more, undaunted by death.

A deafening roar erupted from the white-bearded man’s mouth. His right fist was clenched tightly, the veins in his arm bulging and even splitting, and that translucent halo once again appeared around his fist.

“I came by once, but since I didn’t see you, I wandered around the courtyard for a bit,” Wu Si said with a wink.

When the couple, Li Er and his wife, heard that Wang Xingxin had brought perfume and was using it as a pretext to ask for ambergris, they were taken aback. In the Tang dynasty, ambergris was an extremely precious commodity—even Emperor Li Er himself had little of it.

Qi Wanwan had once believed that, after the tragic deaths of Xiong Tianjun and the others, she alone would be able to unearth Ye Tianri's secrets.

Since ancient times, people have extolled the virtues of benevolence and righteousness in securing peace. Yet, paradoxically, this world has always suffered from a shortage of such qualities. Was there ever a dynasty founded without violence? As for the benevolence and righteousness practiced later, they were merely tools—slogans to stabilize the realm.

Clearly, he harbored a special kind of care for Xuan Yuan Wenya, far from being as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Yet Blood Rose did not see her son’s figure as she waited; instead, she heard a thunderous explosion.

But such a formidable opponent was effortlessly dispatched by Fire Dragon, left without even the strength to retaliate—especially after that astonishing display of speed.

Yes, it was a secret! Outsiders must not see it! This outfit was… unbearably embarrassing. Under his mother’s absolute authority, there was really no escaping the fate of being seen, but he would avoid it as long as he possibly could.

From afar, Yan Qing cast a glance at Su Zige, who was preparing to compose a poem, and thought awkwardly: would this count as defacement of public property?

Zhang Yi’s expression shifted between gloom and uncertainty. Seeing that the creature was not lying, he still could not feel completely at ease. Secretly forming a sword seal, his body flashed, and he shot away into the distance with the Gugu Beast.

The hot spring bath was spacious, beautiful, and comfortable. The surrounding walls were built of smooth, white pebbles, blending harmoniously with the environment in perfect unity.

Thus, once the Pandegong rebels had fully retreated to the peninsula, Dariel decisively ordered the knights to ride in groups to various towns and castles, informing those abandoned rebels of generous amnesty and accepting their surrender.

Xiao Ming thought for a moment, then took off his sun hat. He picked up a withered branch nearby, perched the hat on its end, and carefully raised it.

Jin Qing nearly burst out laughing. She had seen shameless people before, but never anyone so brazen! Who did Zheng Zixing think he was? He only joined the Imperial Medical Institute because his own father pulled strings for him. His medical skills were abysmal, his character equally vile, and yet he still boasted shamelessly about becoming the deputy Imperial Physician?

The fourth-year curriculum was not particularly intense, yet hardly relaxed either; even Lin Xiaoxiao herself could not guarantee that this semester would be as easy as the previous three years had been.

Although Ye Wei’an had not yet been officially recognized by the Ministry of Rites, this youngest duke in history had already become the talk of the capital, from the nobility to the commoners. The Ye family’s main branch—once overlooked and forgotten—had once again become the center of attention.