Chapter 38: Chen Mu's Method of Training Troops

Chen Mu found it very strange. “Why is it impossible?”
Zhao Lai replied anxiously, “The soldiers are here for their pay. If they really fought with real weapons, how many lives would be lost?”
“I’m afraid... I’m afraid it might spark a mutiny.”
Chen Mu laughed...
“Alright, alright.” The world couldn’t be bothered to argue with her, feeling as if all the zombies over the past century had become bizarre and unpredictable.
Ye Xuan spoke in a cold voice; the smile vanished from his face, and in his gaze was a chilling aura, a killing intent so concentrated it seemed to radiate from his body.
As Long Hao’s spiritual avatar shattered, his true body suffered two fatal blows.
As expected, that provocative glance immediately enraged the presence lurking in the shadows.
He glanced again at Red Hair—his unruly demeanor, that strikingly flamboyant hairstyle—yet he chose to call the police?
In the blink of an eye, flames leapt skyward, but within the blaze, a massive stone hammer crackled and thundered.

Behind the man in the golden robe, the enormous phantom sword suddenly soared into the air and vanished into the void.
The choice of strategy depended entirely on the circumstances: the Xianbei lands were vast, so it made sense to start with the easier targets, first subdue Goguryeo and the Three Han states; even the powers of the Korean Peninsula could not grow too formidable. Thus, one should root out the strong, support the weak, and maintain balance.
Although the baby had no idea what a wife was, hearing the word made her giggle incessantly, reaching out for the red envelope in Mu Shenrong’s hand.
At last, as the decoding was completed, the rebels shackled by manacles erupted in cheers and rushed straight into the heart of the Naraku Project.
As soon as Zhou Ning entered the house, a message popped up on her phone. Opening it, she saw it was from Xiao Kuangshen.
“We’ve already sent for the doctor!” Eriri sobbed, her eyes swollen and red like cherries from crying so much.
Aunt Chun was furious, and even Su Tingting began to have doubts, but Shen Erbai remained composed and calm.
“But Xia Nanzhu is now working for the city lord. We didn’t inform the city lord in advance, nor did we speak with Aunt Que. I’m afraid…” Yanlan said timidly.
The more Liu Zhiyang thought about it, the angrier he became, racking his brains for a solution while continuing to browse online.
Shen Erbai carried a pleasant scent—perhaps herbs, perhaps something else—a fragrance that seemed entirely natural.

The spirit-hunting show had started out promising, but somehow its quality had plummeted and couldn’t recover.
For some reason, ever since Shen Erbai returned, she had felt as sweet as if she’d eaten candied fruit.
After selling all the elves he could, Xia Yan only managed to get two million league coins.
Zhou Daoji, Lu Jianxing, the Black Wolf King Bi Xuan, and others saw that Lu Chen truly dared to step into the Twenty-Eight Mansion’s guardian formation, and their faces showed not wild joy but awe.
Had it been someone else, they might have seized the opportunity to retract their earlier words.
“Ma Zhong, see your sister-in-law off. Night falls early now—it’s not very safe.” With that, Hua Tiancheng began eating, and Ma Zhong accompanied Dingxiang outside.
Ye Zishan exhaled deeply. Was he really an idiot? Of course not. At most, he was somewhat impulsive and foolish. But Ye Zishan had another reason he hadn’t mentioned: at that very moment, he had a strong intuition that he should agree.
And at that instant, Lie Fen spoke to Lu Buqi in his mind, giving him a sudden idea.