Chapter 41 Get Well Soon

As soon as Lu Shijiu heard the words Xiliang Pass and the Zhenxi Army, her face drained of all color.

In her past life, her biological father and brothers had guarded Xiliang Pass, commanding none other than the Zhenxi Army.

"What is the matter?"

Before she knew it, Liu Gongbo was standing right before her.

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind, Lu Shijiu gently shook her head, "It is nothing."

"If you are tired, come back with me."

Lu Shijiu could not help but raise her head to look around, "I thought—"

By this time, the match on the field had already begun. After waving to acknowledge the fans across the stadium, Jin Yuan sat down and began to watch the game.

Things were different now; the once impoverished underdog had traded his old equipment for brand-new gear, and naturally, his classmates wanted to draw closer to Jin Yuan. While this might not yield any tangible benefits, claiming that one's friend was a major sports star still brought a certain sense of prestige. Such a notion might seem ridiculous, yet this was precisely the mindset of many Chinese people.

"Retreat." With an arrow lodged in his shoulder, Zhuang Qi snapped back to his senses and looked at the city wall bathed in a wash of crimson, then surveyed the soldiers scattered around him who had been killed or wounded, a profound sorrow welling up in his eyes.

"As for this... it seems to be about 'agriculture and warfare'? Such a theory is quite contrary to how our dynasty governs the state," Zhao Zhen said with a frown. The Great Song was a society with a highly developed commerce, which stood in absolute contradiction to this so-called prohibition of all trades and professions, making him rather displeased.

He watched the doctors and nurses moving back and forth before him like a revolving lantern, some monitoring Lu Nan, others piercing his body with needles, and it seemed someone was even holding defibrillator paddles, shouting something at the top of their lungs.

Zhao Zhen could not speak. The information density of what he had said today was simply too overwhelming; the ancient mind needed time to slowly digest it.

The next day, even before lunchtime, Liang Feng made a special trip to the pacification commissioner's office to pay his respects to Wang Zeng, getting straight to the point to thank him for the two friends he had brought.

"Should we wake General Qin and the others?" Chen Lei asked with some apprehension. Arriving in the middle of the night without being willing to leave their names, while acting so mysteriously—what if they turned out to be assassins?

After losing the first game, the Indiana Pacers naturally placed immense importance on the second.

Poor President Lin had completely thrown to the back of his mind the words he had previously said to Major Zhao.

The subordinates of Wang Kun, who had recovered their wits and were now filled with both shock and fury, were initially restless and violent, but upon hearing Jia Cong's words, they all hesitated.

After school, Lin Chu always left early. However, to his surprise, Yu Sile showed no intention of attending the evening self-study session today, either, and followed him right out of the school gates.

As long as they had a mouthful of food to eat, they would work conscientiously and dedicate themselves without a single word of complaint.

Idle chatter always required a topic, and clearly, Lin Chu did not lack ability in this regard. Speaking of Yang Guang joining the Life Affairs Department, that in itself was a rather peculiar affair. Lin Chu knew that Yang Guang was rebellious at heart and held utter contempt for so-called rules—he was simply that kind of proud fellow. So why, then, would he choose to join the Life Affairs Department?

Dou Wei thought for a moment, then stood up and returned to his bedroom, emerging shortly after with a stack of manuscript papers, which he gently placed in front of Liu Yifei.

High above in the sky, surrounded by clusters of clouds, a massive humanoid shadow was suspended. Was that colossal body a thousand meters tall, or ten thousand? Merely existing there, it filled the entire heaven and earth, as if possessing a sheer magnitude that the entire world could not contain.

The spot where several of them stood was on the edge of a sloping forest. Through the moonlight and starlight, they could faintly make out specks of fire in the distance, which appeared to be a town.

As a super genius of Muyan Village, Nishiyama Akaha possessed a strict daily schedule, including her meals. Around eight o'clock every morning was precisely the time she had her breakfast.

The shelves shook dangerously, and more glass balls tumbled off them, fragments of glass and wood raining down onto the floor.

Looking at Yin's gradually receding figure, Dongfang Yunyang revealed a faint trace of helplessness. The Ninth Division truly felt different.