Chapter 142: The Meeting

Yun Wuji cast a long, profound look at Chen Kedi. His eyes were filled with pity for him; after all, Chen Kedi had once been a comrade-in-arms, and he knew exactly what this persistent stubbornness would lead to. He was even more aware of the methods employed by "that person"—once Chen Kedi’s betrayal was confirmed, the response would be swift and ruthless. He could not help but feel a deep sense of regret for his old friend.

The Great Xia Kingdom’s...

Although Evelyn had not been in the lobby earlier, she still recounted the general situation to the police in detail.

In the mirror, the once bright and handsome youth—when on earth had he applied such a thick layer of smoky makeup?

Ask yourself, who wouldn't want to have a God of War as their personal chief instructor? It was nothing short of an extravagant wish.

"What? You say there are people behind the stone wall? How do you know? Who are they? Are they the missing people?" Qian Dayuan’s emotions surged upon hearing the possibility of finding the missing.

It was only mild anemia, not a serious condition at all; a little rest was all that was needed.

"Why?" Kagali was stunned. Even with her sharp intellect, she could never have imagined that the Grand Duke, whom she had always respected and loved, would turn out to be a wicked, powerful official who would hold the Emperor hostage to command the vassals.

Just as Saran was cursing incessantly, the aliens who had been out sightseeing returned one by one. Seeing Saran in such a state upon entering, they all asked after him with concern.

The value of magical equipment is self-evident; it is shockingly expensive. A good enchanted item can be worth an entire city. Such a staggering price was something a minor noble family like the Marions simply could not afford—unless they were willing to go bankrupt for the sake of a single piece of gear.

Early the next morning, the imperial guards were waiting at my door once again, saying that His Majesty requested my presence at the palace for an audience.

If he had truly stood his ground in opposition, then by joining forces with Geng Jun and applying sufficient pressure, Zhou Guofeng might not have been able to carry out the porridge-distribution policy at all.

As Ming Yue slowly loosened her hands and rose from the piano, the sound of the discordant melody lingered in the living room.

Sunflower Seed: "Really? You won't abandon the story?" Most authors these days have unstable update schedules and only write about two hundred thousand words; it's rare to find someone who updates every single day.

These gatekeepers were, after all, guarding a major base with a population of over ten thousand. Not only did they lack the malicious intentions of the previous group of survivors, but they also quickly concluded that Wang Zheng was someone "absolutely not to be trifled with."

Chen Xuanqing’s knees went weak, and he knelt directly before Qin Feng, kowtowing and pleading.

For an ordinary person without professional training to fight an ogre with cold steel would be an act of suicide. Even at odds of ten to one or a hundred to one, victory would be far from certain.

She was so fixated on her own thoughts that she didn't even notice Lady Xu the Sixth rising to welcome her. She sat straight down beside Xiao Baoxin, pushing aside Xiao Miaorong, who had finally found an opportunity to squeeze in next to her.

"Put that away; don't teach Blue Star bad habits," Shen Mingkai said, taking the liquor directly from Yi Chen’s hand.

Returning to the room, Huo Fanyin retrieved the handkerchief from the glass bottle and tossed it into the washbasin, scrubbing it with slow, deliberate movements.

The giant rooster’s "surprise attack" failed. A flash of panic was evident in its eyes as it hurriedly raised its claws to fend off the steel pipe, only to be sent flying without suspense, crashing heavily against the wall of the coop.

Deep, heavy gasping could be heard from both sides. Chen Xiao, suspended in the void, stared coldly at Huan Yunyou and Lan Ruoting.

Down below, on the rooftop of an office building in the "Southern Silk Road" factory, a 'Zero' wearing an iron mask and a red-and-black robe was watching Gandhi and Atu in the sky.

At the same time, one couldn't help but feel moved that even though the spouse had passed away, the other half remained to guard them, likely out of fear that the departed would be lonely.

Because the current situation was tense, the ancient town was under a semi-lockdown. The local residents had long since returned to their homes, and the streets were completely deserted, save for the occasional CCG patrol squad of four or five people walking by.