Chapter 62 The Truth Exposed

"I can only use makeup to bring your resemblance to Song Qinghua a little closer."
Of course, this was based on the premise that Qiyan and Song Qinghua already looked somewhat alike; since they were father and son, a strong physical resemblance was only natural.
Yun Zhao kept these words to herself, knowing full well that Qiyan loathed his father, Song Qinghua.
"The art of disguise can make two people look completely identical," Qiyan told her, "except that it is a dark art, one that alters a person's very bone structure, and once used—"
"Blue Fire!" The young man's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "What on earth did you give me to eat?" His voice was brimming with a potent, explosive energy, as though he had an infinite reserve of strength desperately needing to be unleashed.
A general far from home is not bound by the sovereign's orders. At present, the Northern Expeditionary Army was commanded by Wang Shuang and Lin Qing. Zhao Xian, being thousands of miles away, should not have been directing the army's movements, for without being personally present on the battlefield, it was impossible for him to be as familiar with the situation as these two great generals.
Ever since ancient times, Yun and Kun provinces had been far removed from the center of imperial rule. The Great Zhou dynasty's control over them had never been truly solid, leaving both provinces entirely under the thumb of local aristocratic clans, virtually isolated from the rest of the world.
"Haji!" Receiving a sharp slap to the face, the Japanese captain snapped back to reality. Daring not utter another word, he hurriedly turned around to relay the orders.
A sharp gleam flashed through Yang Zichuan's cloudy eyes. Having spent decades as an official, his mindset was long accustomed to remaining unfazed by crises, yet upon hearing this news, a ripple still stirred deep within his heart.
Compared to the demeanor of a mere patron of pleasure houses, these two men, surrounded by an entourage of attendants, looked far more like high-ranking officials on an inspection tour.
Chen Yuanhong invited Wang Qiang to drink at a luxurious restaurant nearby, and He Fang, that simple-minded giant, tagged along as well.
As for his academic performance, Mo Song did not place exorbitant demands on himself. However, influenced by his father, he held a firm belief: "Since you are already studying, you must do it well no matter what, at least ensuring that the time you spend on it is not entirely meaningless." Because of this philosophy, Mo Song maintained one hundred percent of his focus during class.
The brave fighters of the Eighth Route Army roared with righteous fury, sweeping toward the Japanese positions with an unstoppable momentum, like a surging tide. Gradually closing in on the enemy trenches, the soldiers kept up a fierce fire with their weapons while charging forward relentlessly.
The black radiance slowly drifted toward the Bright Moon Bodhi Tree. The moment it touched the white light emitted by the tree, the black light source expanded abruptly. At a pace visible to the naked eye, it slowly began to envelop and devour the Bright Moon Bodhi Tree.
The ridicule and blows from his childhood memories, which could never be erased, were engraved in Lei Linzhan's mind for a lifetime.
Wang Qian cast a wary glance at Wang Zhankun and the old witch, then drew a square stone, roughly ten centimeters on each side, from inside his tunic.
Without a moment's hesitation, a burst of deep purple light erupted from Bai Feiran's hand, sending the guards flying backward through the air.
"It must have been during the running session in gym class that triggered a bout of hypoglycemia, and since she hadn't eaten anything sweet beforehand, she collapsed. Do you have anything sweet? Give it to her first! If not, we'll have to put her on an IV drip of glucose," the doctor said.
"To enslave an injured person like this, Luoluo, you're quite ruthless," Ouyang Zhuo remarked.
When Mofei's fist landed against Gu Mo's chest, he felt no resistance whatsoever. His fist pierced straight through the chest and out the back, leaving him momentarily bewildered... At that moment, the distance between the two was extremely close, and Mofei could clearly see the subtle micro-expressions on Gu Mo's face. There was not a trace of terror; instead, the corners of his slightly wider eyes revealed sheer triumph.
"Perhaps it's because the days spent with us were simply too wonderful," Jimo Xu said with a cheeky, provocative expression.
Importal arts were profound techniques containing countless grand DAOs, capable of making even saints drool with envy, let alone ordinary people.
"That's wonderful! I haven't seen them in ages. I wonder how they've been doing," Kaixuan chimed in happily.