Chapter 45

Taking advantage of their elevated position, the Zheng family's artillery emplacement placed most of Shi Lang's warships within range. Coupled with a unified target, after merely two rounds, Shi Lang's flagship was struck by over a dozen shells, sending wood splinters flying in all directions amid explosive impacts.

"I'm sorry, boss, I'll have them bring you a new sofa right away!" Solon hurriedly said.

By this time, the southern, northern, and eastern gates had all been completely engulfed by raging fires. Many soldiers, desperate to flee for their lives, rushed to open the city gates and attempted to escape, only to find their paths blocked by the previously excavated trenches.

"Bai He, you..." She was about to push him away when Bai He's shout suddenly rang in her ear.

What he needed right now was a dedicated chief financial officer with a single-track mind, free from any distracting thoughts about men constantly lingering in her head.

Lu Youxi had no opportunity to attend any large-scale banquets right now, so she naturally wouldn't keep such treasures—worth hundreds of millions—at home or carry them around. Seizing this opportunity, she could at least touch them and try them on.

Qi Yan spoke with a smile in his eyes. Although it was dark and Chen Yao couldn't see it, Chen Yao felt as though he could picture it vividly in his mind.

"You—cough, please don't worry. Step into the cabin and sit down to rest your feet. I'll brew a pot of fine tea for you to soothe your throat, and we'll set sail immediately!" Old Li's attitude underwent a complete one-eighty-degree turn, his once straight, tree-like spine instantly bending back into the shape of a cooked prawn.

"Look at the braids on their heads. If someone answers incorrectly or fails to answer, the other person gets to braid their hair." Shu Yu's gaze fell upon her eldest uncle's colorful, braided head, barely managing to suppress a laugh.

Bai He laughed until his abdominal muscles almost ached, yet his expression remained completely nonchalant. He went along with the act, playing the fool in various ways—either pretending not to understand or deflecting with banter and telling him stories.

Although Helang still didn't quite understand, he grasped the general gist: the material elements on this continent were not as effective as those on Earth, and consequently, their destructive power fell far short of what it used to be.

Entering the room, I saw Ye Yuchen already leaning back against the bed with her knees bent, looking at me with a smile.

Xue Xue was burning with inner rage, yet she was utterly powerless. A surge of blood rushed to her chest, and a heavy, metallic taste rolled across her taste buds. A persistent nausea gripped her throat, and a mouthful of fresh blood welled up from deep within.

Seeing that there was still plenty of time before the start of the second round, Helang decided to find a quiet spot within the arena to continue practicing his new cultivation technique.

The tall security guard nodded. "Makes sense," and then pulled out a mobile phone. However, right at that moment, a roaring sound erupted behind us—it sounded like an engine, and the roar seemed to be getting closer and closer, clearly heading straight toward us.

Later, I searched for the first general manager who founded this company. His name was Zhang Yang, twenty-eight years old. From his photograph, he looked rather handsome, yet the look in his eyes seemed identical to the expression in the eyes of the man at the bar today.

"Grand General, what is wrong with me seeking justice for my lawful wife? Even commoners can beat the drum to voice their grievances; could it be that my lawful wife, the Empress of the Great Han, is doomed to watch the true culprit go unpunished from beyond the grave? Until the mastermind behind this is uncovered, I will never let this matter rest!" Liu Bingyi's gaze was resolute, and the hatred within his eyes was unmistakable.

To a doctor, a red envelope is a form of income; to a patient's family, it is a psychological guarantee of security.

I paid no attention to the two tails trailing behind me. Once we reached a secluded spot, I prepared to finish them off.

When I woke up, it was already ten-thirty in the morning. Life without a job was utterly decadent, or rather, life without a goal was just that decadent.

"Pervert?" I gnashed my teeth and spun around abruptly, only to catch sight of Chu Ying's face trying hard to suppress a giggle, which instantly made my own face darken.

Milan had already prepared breakfast: ready-made bread, milk that needed heating, and salad dressing bought from the supermarket.

Although Zhang Zhiping had mentioned it yesterday, seeing him in person today still made Lin Peng feel a sense of unreality.

In his eyes, the grand array that had nearly frozen time was still operating in strict accordance with the rules of time.

Niu Dezhi's sudden departure threw the management of Class 2, Grade 3 into chaos. Such behavior was utterly irresponsible and completely disregarded these senior high school students. The principal was furious, convening four emergency meetings in a row to urgently dispatch a head teacher to take over Class 2, Grade 3.

"My lord, think about it: Xiliang's action to purge the court's corrupt officials—couldn't that be considered a meritorious service to the imperial court?" Liu Dan gently guided.

Alright, Lin Wood thought in silence. Pondering it now, he should have been studying on the crew of the TV series *Ji Xiaolan* back then, and that perfume scent must have belonged to Yang Liqing. Perhaps he hadn't noticed anything while beside Yang Liqing, but things were different once he came back home.

"Take this money and go buy pears, black beans, pork lungs, white fungus, lotus seeds, and other such items. I will write you a prescription, and this illness will surely be eradicated." With these words, Liu Fan took out a gleaming piece of silver and handed it to Huang Zhong.

Blake stared coldly at the hooded sprite opposite him, saying nothing, though a flash of anger flickered within his deep blue eyes.

"Whether it's my business or not is for me to decide, not you." Unfazed by the Ice Beast Emperor's terrifying gaze, Bingruiya said with a cold smile.

There was no time sweeter than when he was yearning for Nian'er in his heart, even though he had no idea how vast the physical distance between them truly was.

She raised her right hand, and a flash of light swept across her white sleeves as dozens of glowing jade talismans fluttered out, hovering before the crowd.

"Alright, alright, it's the New Year and a class reunion to boot. Can we please not argue?" Lanzhi hastily stood up to smooth things over.

Under the continuous impact of the obstacle-shattering immortal runes, the previously impregnable barrier of the Mystic Immortal realm trembled repeatedly.

At the very moment when the arrow light of Jinghong collapsed, the Archer God Houyi had no time to react. A dazzling white light flashed past, and then he lost consciousness entirely.

Right then, a silvery, bell-like laugh drifted into his ears. Situ Yan shifted his gaze, and at the sight, he froze in place.

Seeing Na Tie's actions, the others immediately moved into action. They knew that staying close to Na Tie meant a higher chance of survival, so the moment he finished speaking, almost everyone rushed toward him.

Watching Huolingfeng like this, the crowd felt their hearts leap violently. Although he was still himself, the arrogance and haughtiness radiating from him at this very moment were so flamboyant that everyone involuntarily drew in a sharp breath. It was as if their hearts had been struck by a heavy hammer, and an overwhelming sense of being conquered welled up spontaneously within them.