Tsukishima has been taken, and now it’s time for the harvest.
In this battle, a total of 1,237 Tsukishima pirate heads were taken. Apart from a few pirates who jumped into the sea and fled with their fate unknown, the remaining Tsukishima pirates were all captured, totaling 1,053 prisoners, including the Tsukishima pirate leader Xu San.
Additionally, 514 civilians who were captured and brought to the island were rescued, most of whom were women, with fewer than 100 being men.
The man in black clasped his fists again, “Madam, the master should not wake up now, please leave with us!” As soon as he spoke, the two beside him swiftly lifted Qing Fuyi’s body and darted out through the roof like lightning.
“So that’s how it is, it makes sense now!” he murmured to himself, nodding as if suddenly enlightened.
But the bullet didn’t pierce his skull as he had expected. Instead, it shattered the glass ceiling of the observation room and shot into the sky.
Anya Yang looked at her father’s behaviour with some exasperation, but at the same time, she felt a deep sense of happiness, experiencing the true feeling of celebrating the New Year for the first time.
Uncertain of what her personal shadow guard was thinking, Yun Qian rubbed her slightly swollen temples, cast aside those bothersome thoughts, and turned to head to the East Garden to find Pei Jingran.
He drew his dagger, wrapped his head with his clothes, then gently extended the gun barrel, aiming outside and softly pulling the trigger.
At that moment, a pink light shot up from the south, streaking across the sky, particularly dazzling in the darkness.
“You drink?” Chen Cao was somewhat surprised. In his impression, Guo Qianshuang never drank, and for someone striving to improve their strength, they avoided alcohol entirely, as everyone knows alcohol dulls reactions.
Liang Bufan, the black-clad youth, and the four golden-robed men were all forced back several miles by the sharp sword aura, watching Ye Junlin in awe and confusion.
Yang Jing was sent flying over ten metres by Ye Junlin’s strike, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The ducal mansion had no choice but to turn a blind eye to her blatant smuggling, disregarding the empire’s law prohibiting grain exports.
A magical teleportation array appeared beneath my feet, and in an instant, I was transported onto the dragon’s back.
From the few words spoken by Zhou Fanjun’s two subordinates, it could at least be confirmed that in every underground boxing match, he had rigged the game with dirty tricks.
Just as the Dayu Chamber of Commerce regained its calm, a black car stopped at its entrance. A Japanese man in a kimono, accompanied by two middle-aged men, approached Huang Jinrong, Xiao Shan, and others.
Indeed, a decent aura could be sensed from them, likely at the Mysterious level, so it seemed the security chief wasn’t wrong.
Tang Shiyun wasn’t annoyed and sat down cheerfully in her seat, opposite Lin Feng.
Lei Mingxuan was most afraid of me crying, but whether in the past or now, it was always her who made me cry, which gave her quite a headache.
Ruyi thought that since the Empress had instructed her to escort her here, if Suxin arrived and she wasn’t present, it might cause trouble, so she sat back down.
“Last night, I didn’t touch you at all, you know that perfectly well…” Ye Feng stared at Dongfang Yaoqing with a mix of grievance and resentment.
She chanted repeatedly, as if reciting her own dreamlike, intoxicated life, parting in joy.
For now, Dongqi is still recovering. The rebellion of the Jie tribe, for the court, is indeed not an urgent matter.
As Lady Lu left, the glass door of the tea room gently closed, shutting out the noise from outside.
The mood of the entire day was ruined by the oppressive dinner, and I secretly wondered why I had to come for such a meal.
But she didn’t like him, nor did she care about being queen. Jun Yiqing could also see that Yin Qingyi’s sole focus was on escaping.
