Wang Mazi saw the intense reactions around him and couldn't help but look at the pipe in Li Yang's hand.
After the dirt was removed from the surface of the pipe, its original iron-black color, accompanied by a faint layer of rust, appeared on the outer surface. Judging the authenticity based on this iron rod alone was impossible.
However, when he saw the jade piece inlaid on the iron rod, he was suddenly startled!
He usually dealt with jade and stones frequently and could tell at a glance that the jade piece was extraordinary!
The jade was a typical piece of ancient jade, of extremely high quality, at least a piece of imperial material.
To have imperial material inlaid into a pipe, besides the identity of an imperial gift, he could not think of any other possibility...
Feng Jiazi's whole body began to tremble. Finally, he turned to look at the many Qingtan Cave disciples behind him. Just as he was about to speak, someone interrupted him.
But the memories of daily life, not in the Sea of Consciousness but in the brain, were still hazy, only fragmented shadows.
"An'an, look, isn't that the boss?" Nalan immediately exclaimed upon seeing the person struggling to survive.
This was not the so-called heartlessness, but simply people making different choices at different times.
After hearing Aunt Seven's words and seeing her expression, the intelligent Wang Yanqiu finally understood why she had asked that.
However, after being treated by this divine doctor, the patient's complexion had clearly undergone a significant transformation, which seemed almost inconceivable to him.
Teng Geng was a disciple of Mencius. Although he was not favored by Mencius Ke back then, who accused him of insincere pursuit of learning and deliberately not answering his questions, now that his fellow disciples like Wan Zhang and Gongsun Chou had all died of illness, Teng Geng had become the representative of the Mencian school of thought.
However, it was understandable. As the head of a demon-exterminating family, it would be strange if he lacked such bearing.
"Huh?" Nangong Tian's question made Jiang Xin Yu stunned. The indifferent expression on her face froze, but she quickly regained her composure in a short time.
This was also the first snow Ming Yue had encountered since arriving in the Warring States period. The snow was not heavy. Sitting in the car, watching the soft snowflakes drift down, Ming Yue couldn't help but blurt out.
There was no way Han Xingchong could be at the forefront. The fifty to sixty surviving soldiers of the guard company tightly blocked Han Xing. If we don't die, how can we let you, the commander, risk your life?
"Whatever, anywhere is fine. How about we go to school? I'm curious what schools will be like in the future!" Wu Mengqi said.
"Boom—" With a loud explosion, Captain Gangcun was killed by his own grenade. The death of the last officer of Gangcun's company also signified that Gangcun's company had been completely annihilated.
Alright! I believe you now. Can you stop acting like this? If an uninformed person saw this, they would think I was bullying you! Ouyang Xin immediately stopped Yin Zhaotian's actions.
Since it was not entering another unfamiliar set of rules, she could be somewhat prepared.
Xia Xinran's words, which were originally meant to scold Jia Jia and Qi Qi, were immediately choked by Ning An's words.
The process was uneventful. University exams were completely different from high school. As long as one had the ability, or was skilled at cheating, or maintained good relationships with professors, one could always scrape by with a passing grade.
There was a Japanese soldier who, looking at the high-speed rotating tank tracks, felt his eyes blur. He summoned his courage and jumped onto them, but he landed directly on the tracks. The tracks were rotating at high speed, and the Japanese soldier could no longer control himself. He was caught by the tracks and pulled under the vehicle, also turning into a pile of flesh and blood.
Die! It's enough that you've lived this long! Zhang Meng now looked at the four people like the God of Death.
From the 19th of the month, this Ganjiang Detachment was surrounded by the 49th Army's 6th Division of the Northeast Army and was constantly attacked. Moreover, the Jinjiang and Ganjiang rivers were like two ropes, tightly wrapped around their necks, ready to strangle them at any moment.