Chapter 48: Grade Sigma Examination Paper, Chang'an, Chang'an (Happy New Year! Triple update!)

Hearing the sound, Tang Shi turned her head back to take a look. When she turned her face back, her expression had changed drastically, filled with deep terror. Immediately, she grabbed Tie Cheng's hand and sprinted far away.

Meanwhile, Mo Ya sank back into deep thought. Meng Tian had returned; as long as he was there, Xianyang could be held firmly. Even if the Net controlled the garrisons on all sides, failing to capture Xianyang would still render everything useless! What on earth should be done?

"The internal lines still won't go through... Damn it, what on earth did that beast do?" Mo Xi was hopping mad in rage.

Situ Haoyu pressed his lips together in displeasure. The beauty trap actually wasn't working anymore?! Could it be that she had truly developed visual fatigue towards him?

The Qin and Chen families were originally in a political marriage, both wanting to grow stronger and expand. Yet the later Qin Hu was, aside from being a prodigal, almost entirely useless—you could say he had completely shamed the Marquis of Champion's mansion.

A lifetime of vanity fades away, and two lifetimes of desolation become a dream. Listen, that bewitching and sorrowful sound is the heart bleeding. For the living, success or failure will lead to eternal damnation. For the dead, when dreams awaken and shatter, all worldly matters come to an end.

"This dark-faced brute was actually able to take my blade head-on." Sun Jian rubbed the web of his hand, looking extremely astonished.

"..." Cheng Lingzhi pressed her lips together. Things had reached this point; how could she possibly still pretend to be completely unaware? Especially since that matter she didn't know about was undoubtedly closely related to her and certainly nothing good!

Chang Le smiled weirdly, reached out, and gave a hard yank, hurling Mo Langyue toward the stone wall. The impact pushed open a crack in the stone wall, which then automatically rotated, pulling Mo Langyue inside.

"Roar, roar." Seeing handsome approach him, the big dark man instinctively took two steps back. Then, as if feeling humiliated, he let out a fierce roar at handsome, radiating a tyrannical aura that caused the expressions of Iron Snake and the others in the distance to change drastically.

If she took the initiative to call him, she would easily be manipulated by Duan Lan; it would be better to wait for Duan Lan's call instead.

Duan Xiu abruptly sat back down on the chair, the legs of the chair scraping harshly against the floor. With a dark face and folded arms, she didn't say another word, making the atmosphere extremely stiff.

Right now, Takahashi truly didn't even have the leisure to daydream. His mind was solely occupied with racking his brains over how to drive them to plunder grain, money, and everything down to dog shit and donkey dung, and ship them back to Japan—to that once beautiful and prosperous land, which was now filled with bomb craters and starving corpses everywhere.

Feng Hongge had never expected that she would come to understand these realms in such detail today.

The man sighed heavily, yet did not respond to the monster. Within the pitch-black abyss, the monster and Huo Xiaobing remained tightly embraced. However, prompted by the man's reminder, the monster finally chose to use brute force to break past Huo Xiaobing's lips.

The scene of "Young Master Luo" playing the hero to save the damsel and effortlessly dodging the "demonic claws" of Prince Zhi'en had already been wildly exaggerated and spread by everyone.

"Old Bad" cast a look around his surroundings. Not far from him lay a dead snake with its head completely smashed and its body twisted, the skin pitch-black and glossy. Strangely enough, there was not a single drop of blood around the snake.

Under normal circumstances, Feng Hongge would never have bothered with Beitang Hanbing; at most, she would have merely glanced at her briefly and let the matter drop.

He could clearly sense that the sword Qi on Jiang Chen's fingertips contained terrifyingly formidable power and burst forth with a brilliant radiance. He even felt that the might of the sword Qi on Jiang Chen's sword fingers at this moment was more terrifying than an atomic bomb.

On some unknown day, I came down with a high fever. The hunchbacked old man probably came a few more times, but I had lost consciousness. I figured I was truly going to die, but dying was fine too, as I wouldn't have to endure such torment anymore.

To leave the two children forever and ever without a father, unable to live the luxurious life of ordinary people?

The last two conditions posed no real problem. It is not easy for track and field athletes to win medals, and expressing gratitude to the Olympic coaching team upon winning a medal is entirely justifiable. Even if investigated further, it would be the athlete's own issue, and any track and field athlete capable of winning a medal is undoubtedly a national treasure of Huaxia.

Yue Sihua knew that her warm face would only meet with a cold reception, yet her heart merely trembled with a dull ache, feeling nothing else.

Every single soldier wore magical armor and wielded a short halberd. The halberds featured a crescent moon structure. Even as magical equipment, there were bound to be fragile points in the structure, which placed much higher demands on the forging technique.

A student at the academy had just designed a technological-style power furnace. The core resembled a magical melting furnace, capable of burning raw coal crystals, charcoal crystals, or magic source stones.

Although Gan Ning had never pursued anyone across his two lifetimes, everything always had a first time; at worst, he would just get rejected.

From Zhang Ji's perspective, the war had started very abruptly. He wasn't even entirely sure whether Li Mong truly intended to harm him. Although he had strengthened his defenses, he had ultimately lost the initiative, and Li Mong had directly incited many soldiers to rebel in the name of the imperial court.

"Then will you return to Red Courtyard when you're done?" Seeing him so happy, Immortal felt an inexplicable bitterness in her heart, because no matter how wonderful he was, he did not belong to her.

"Who goes there? What is your plot coming here in the middle of the night? State your business honestly!" After waiting for a moment, seeing that the person remained silent, the guard used his sword to flick off the person's hood. In an instant, pure silver hair cascaded down, leaving the guard momentarily stunned.

Thinking back to when Zijiang used to perform missions, it was a rare occasion indeed to receive gratitude from the original host. But as for others... sigh, this just goes to show how different people can be.

If he went out now and was seen by his clansmen outside, it would surely invite the mockery of the masses. For someone who cared so deeply about his pride, this was simply unbearable.