Volume 1, Chapter 61: The First Appearance of Heresy

"Achoo—"

Lin Yuyu tried her hardest to hold it in, but she ultimately failed and let out a sneeze.

This sneeze instantly perked Xing Li right back up, turning her spearhead directly toward Lu Qingyu.

"Lu Qingyu, Yuyu is already sneezing, and you still insist on making her go down for training?"

Du Manlin wanted to ask for clarification, but she was afraid that asking too much would displease Kang Jiazheng. Therefore, she could only quietly ask Kang Jiawei. To her surprise, Kang Jiawei was equally in the dark, as he was currently trying to puzzle out the hidden meaning behind Kang Jiazheng's words.

She had originally planned to ask for contact information once Jiang Siyi woke up, never expecting that this middle-aged uncle would leave with such crisp and decisive movements upon waking.

Namikaze Minato returned a bit earlier than Yang Xin, teleporting back the next afternoon using the Flying Thunder God Technique.

To prevent a counterattack from fierce beasts, every soldier was loaded down with various weapons and talismans, equipped with the latest generation of thermal imaging and sonar detectors, and dressed in ultra-heavy body armor comparable to explosive ordnance disposal suits.

"Eh? Are we checking out?" Jiang Hanqiu asked with her mouth wide open, casting a somewhat reluctant glance at the gorgeous hotel room.

Of course, Zhou Xinming also admitted that this was merely his idle daydreaming brought on by long-term seclusion and sheer boredom. In reality, the most likely outcome was that those high school students would become takeout for the giant serpent, seeing as they were merely ordinary mortals and hardly capable of stealing the crystal pith right under the creature's nose.

At this thought, Wu Qiufang curled his lips. At that exact moment, he genuinely understood why the other junior martial uncles always loved to bicker with He Wangshu.

Given that heavyweights from both the military and the academic world were gathered at Tiger Head Mountain, Sun Jieying naturally relocated his laboratory to this scientific research base. Furthermore, since it was not far from the underground command post where Zhou Xinming was stationed, Zhou Xinming arrived at the laboratory shortly thereafter.

After finishing the dinner they had stopped midway to enjoy, the family resumed their journey toward the capital.

"My greatest specialty is speed; why on earth would I try to match strength with you?" Hearing the voice of Wrath, filled with the utmost fury, the distant Ugly General responded with a frivolous and mocking tone.

This was the only privilege he had fought to secure for himself; as for anything else, there was simply no need to dwell on it.

Of course, Immortal Menghua could not possibly know this unless the other party was also a time-traveler from another world, but was that even possible?

There was no such thing as destiny. In a place like this, only strength and luck could keep a person alive. This Stone Emperor lacked luck, and so he died.

With a smile and applause, he looked toward the ruddy-faced elderly man nearing seventy in the front row. His guess had indeed been correct.

Thus, they set their sights on Zhang Yifan. A rookie driver came at a low price, yet possessed an incomparable and massive influence within the Chinese market. As the world's primary market with a population of 1.2 billion, a signing fee of three million US dollars was undoubtedly a bargain.

Yu Ming was jolted awake by the story in his dream, drenched in sweat as if he had just been fished out of the water. Yu Ming wiped his sticky back, resigned to his fate as he got up and headed toward the bathroom.

In contrast, Tang Yun led his five thousand elite troops. After shattering one of the Yellow Turban phalanxes, he did not pause, instead charging straight toward the next formation.

These trusted subordinates of his were all competent military talents, fully capable of commanding a battalion as colonels. As for positions like military sima or major, they were naturally well within their grasp.

Short and thin, wearing thick reading glasses, he held the student roster for roll call so close it practically touched his nose. He gave a cough, took a sip of tea, and cleared his throat.

Tang Yun called out, snapping Li Tie and Wang Kai back to their senses, and they hurried over to bandage Princess Jianning's wound.

"Oh," Wei Zhongsheng grunted vaguely, his eyes never leaving the television screen for even a second.