Chapter 50

This time, the sound was even louder than the two before. Banner was startled, his motion to lift the ice block at his feet faltered, and then he felt a sharp pain in his head before losing consciousness.

However, the head of the group’s gaze swept over the distant bandits engaged in fierce fighting, and he ceased his thoughts. He then turned his head and met Xuanku’s eyes.

Qiu Pi had been in a very bad mood lately; he was no longer interested in filming TV dramas. Instead, he wanted to focus on developing his career in the film industry.

Sesame leaves are long and narrow. Every year, after harvest, they dry the sesame leaves. The large roll of dried sesame leaves Ao Muyang bought only cost ten yuan—a bargain.

Commander Huang agreed inwardly, utterly shocked: How could the colonel know that the Japanese were active along the Liu River? Could he truly be the “Ghost King” with prophetic abilities?

Tony bent down to dodge Banner’s punch, then raised his hand to strike upward with the energy spurting from the power aperture, hitting Hulk’s chin.

The secret techniques of the top trainers need not be mentioned, but some common skills are essential knowledge for every horse breeder.

For some unknown reason, although he said nothing, a heavy burden in his heart seemed to lift halfway. His desire to return to acting stirred once more.

Yet, being a gentle soul, Xie Yanting did not use a soft leather whip, which could cause some pain, but instead chose a brush.

Cao Yifang affectionately stroked her head and then did not withdraw his hand. His right hand cradled the back of Xue Mengjiao’s head, while his left gently held her right hand.

“Yi Yi, that’s the police’s business. Don’t get involved,” Li En said, taking the menu from the waiter and ordering a few of Yi Yi’s favorite dishes. The waiter smiled and then turned to leave.

By mid-September, the social impact of the air disaster had finally dissipated, and the entertainment industry began to recover and warm up.

From start to finish, Jiang Zheng sat silently on the sidelines, still unable to comprehend why Caroline was pursuing Shu Yu across borders. Jiang Ming was dead; shouldn’t they be living happily and waiting for news from Rongcheng to return and inherit the Jiang Group?

When Ye Cang pressed his palms together, the Flying Thunder God technique imprinted on them merged, forming a complete coordinate formation.

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Wen Ran looked at Luo Haofeng’s tightly furrowed brow and finally could not help but laugh softly. It seemed he had been driven mad by Bai Xiaoxiao’s torment, which was why he allowed her to help.

It was already late at night. The mint had stopped working, with many soldiers patrolling outside but hardly anyone inside.

After all, for Xuanwu to successfully manifest even a fragment of the Northern Sea, an enormous amount of water element was required.

“Xiaoxiao, Xiuchen is used to me sitting in the passenger seat when he drives. I’ll keep him company. You’ll have someone to talk to soon,” Wen Ran smiled, pulling her hand free, then got out and sat in the front.

Seeing Luna seemingly doing well now, her attitude toward Roger had improved considerably. After all, Roger was now the king of the Oaks Kingdom, worthy of Luna in both status and identity.

She struggled and resisted, unconsciously grabbing at the bedside objects. Her hand brushed against the crystal chandelier, which she clumsily pulled down. With a loud crash, it struck her on the head.

Pfft! The silver needle pierced the bearded man’s wrist instantly. His hand lost all strength, and the gun he was holding dropped to the ground.

Radas was naturally going to go. Knowing the only excuse but choosing not to expose it, since he had pulled out strange items more than once and Suk Rong had no objections, he was happy to play dumb.

Yuanbao’s situation was not as optimistic as he had imagined. If he had been two minutes slower in grabbing the key, Yuanbao would no longer exist in this world.

He Dongfeng did not know what other perverse schemes he might come up with. Right now, he only wanted Yuanbao back by his side, far from Bai Yuming. Only then would he be confident she would not foolishly be manipulated by Bai Yuming.

Dongfeng did not want to hear her reminisce about the past. He forcefully pushed her into a taxi. She screamed and cried wildly, sounding terrifying.

“All right, that’s enough work for today. Kora, let’s go home!” Even after returning, he still had to estimate progress. The newly acquired building materials had to be inspected one by one. If possible, he wanted to secretly swap some of the most primitive materials from the orc planet.

Qiu Qianjian quickly tidied Yang Liuer’s clothes and pulled her behind him, using his body to block Jing Yan’s line of sight.

He Dongyi’s mouth was as sharp as Yuanbao’s, or perhaps even worse. Although he wasn’t as noisy, he could speak venomous words with every sentence. Fighting with him for a minute was never enough to vent one’s anger.

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The master shook his hand and said, “No, no, no, until you experience it yourself, you won’t truly understand that feeling.” He walked to a tree and slowly caressed it.

After reclaiming the city, the Chinese side spent a month clearing the ruins. To honor the fallen heroes, they built a dedicated memorial hall atop the ruins. At the highest point stood a statue of four comrades standing shoulder to shoulder, their bodies scarred and pierced by steel bars for support, beneath a fluttering five-star red flag.

Gu Qianyan’s face was contorted in anguish, clearly finding the question very difficult to answer.

Meanwhile, Xi Moran lay in her bedroom pondering the same question as Fu Jinchen. Having asked him before, she was sure he had never experienced it, yet he was already twenty-five... Just now, she noticed the veins on his neck bulging. Holding it in like that—could it cause problems?

“No need to thank me. From now on, we’re roommates. I look forward to your company for the next ten years,” Luo Heqian said amicably.

Even though a dozen inner voices told her that Pei Muchen was unlikely to send flowers.

Ming Fenghua had considered sending Luo Bai to aid in disaster relief, but she had never expected Luo Bai would agree.

The horse reared in pain, letting out a long neigh, then suddenly foamed at the mouth, as if all its strength had been drained, collapsing heavily like a mountain.

Lin Zhi was not a pushover, but she would not do something as cruel as sacrificing one to save another. Even if Hu Qiye was no saint, he had come specifically to see her. Asking him to die in her place would leave a lifelong shadow in her heart.

That stone was actually an extended piece of rubble. Though it appeared solid on the surface, inside it was fragmented. With a bit of force, it would shatter into several pieces and fall completely.

In the hall, each team occupied a corner, keeping to themselves while waiting for the airlock doors to open.