Chapter 40

The Olympic Games, which had the entire nation celebrating, have come to an end, and the disaster-stricken areas are beginning the arduous task of rebuilding their homes.

Ning Xin delivered the third round of instant noodles to the private room. The three of them had apparently started a new game; wearing headphones, they stared intently at the computer screens, their keyboards clattering rhythmically.

Even with Old Lu’s step-by-step guidance, it proved useless at the critical moment; they simply could not unleash that explosive, gale-like impact.

Seeing Yun Qianfeng staring at the Ksitigarbha pendant on her chest, Chang’e blinked twice, her expression calm, confirming Yun Qianfeng’s suspicion.

At times, Shen Yunchu even felt that her ruthless nature was well-suited for serving under Bai Yuheng—they were both cold-blooded individuals. Once Bai Yuheng ascended the throne, she could likely secure a title like the Carefree Prince.

Frost had settled on his body, making his complexion appear even paler, yet his beautiful features remained tense, not detracting from his elegance in the slightest.

Returning to his room, he placed the stone ball into his pocket, then sat inside the camper van that always gave him a sense of security, took out his phone, and sent a screenshot of the video to Jiang Yulin.

As for doubting his own abilities, Su Bei had never entertained such a thought. To become strong, the first thing one must possess is a formidable inner spirit.

Yi Chuan did not mind; he picked up the mantis shrimp with his bare hands, peeled the shell in a few swift motions, and ate it in one bite.

Liu Tao’s words made Wang Cong signal him with his eyes. Liu Tao seemed to realize something as well, leaving his final sentence hanging in the air.

At that time, Jiang Yu was quite straightforward in his belief: any holiday without a day off shouldn't count as a holiday, with the exception of birthdays of important people.

Zheng Xi did not reply. He shook his head, handed the letter in his hand to Zheng Yi, and proceeded to open the second letter, which was from Li Anshi.

Time passed quietly. Three days later, a cultivator rushed out of the training room as if his backside were on fire, sprinting across the water to the lake. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and a terrifying aura of thunder descended. Then, a bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds—it was the heavenly tribulation of the celestial being.

"As long as you have money and power, you don't have to worry about anyone refusing to submit," Yang Chao sneered as he headed toward his bedroom.

Watching Zhang Mao walk out of the palace hall with the cheese, the Emperor lowered his head and began to reconsider the memorial. He thought of the Governor of Liangzhou, the Prince of Rencheng, Yuan Cheng, who was expected to return to the capital in the next few days. It was better to wait for him; having served as the Governor of Liangzhou for three years, he should be consulted extensively on the situation in Guanzhong.

In such slaughter, the formations had long since collapsed. The soldiers no longer cared about order; since it was a one-sided massacre anyway, they let the chaos reign. Consequently, the troops fought with even greater abandon.

Of course, Xiang Ningxuan did not intend to meet the leader of the Bai people immediately. The Bai tribe was the largest ethnic minority in Nanzhao, and their leader was a modern man—not someone who could be intimidated by a couple of videos like the Bai Miao chieftain.

"Right, thank you, Mayor," Dian Wei said, cupping his hands in gratitude. Being unable to swim, he did feel uncomfortable playing here, so he turned to look at Xi Zhicai, who had already run off to the beach area to play happily.

Diaochan shook her head helplessly. This Shen Huan really dared to say anything, especially such remarks, without the slightest bit of tact. Did he not realize he was an ancient person?

"Thank you, Magistrate Ming." The two bowed at a ninety-degree angle again, this time with a sincerity far greater than before.

Everyone turned to look at the man who had placed the bid. He was a familiar face to everyone, as he often attended these auctions: Yamamoto, a high-level advisor from Japan.

Among the adventurers, someone made a snide, sarcastic remark. The previously tense, sword-drawn atmosphere was instantly shattered. Had it not been for the gravity of the situation, the adventurers would likely have been doubled over with laughter until they wept.

Second, why did the Donglin faction so vehemently oppose the rule of the Eunuch faction? They even went so far as to scheme to bring down the Eunuchs, inciting the Chongzhen Emperor to cause the death of his own elder brother, only to replace him with a Chongzhen Emperor who would obey their every command.

"You like to play the hero, but do you know how worried I was when you caused that scene in the Qinwu Empire?" Ai Ye said, sounding somewhat dissatisfied.

It was like buying a new electric car—at first, it felt very awkward, and no matter how you operated it, it didn't feel right. We tend to drive very slowly in such cases, partly for safety, but also to better adapt to the new vehicle. The same logic applied to their operation of this ship.

The massive green crystal had rested here for who knows how long; it was finally time for it to see the light of day.

Before Cyrus could react, a figure appeared, slashed with a short sword, severed the hand holding the remote, and was followed immediately by the sound of a gunshot.

One of the elders stepped out from the crowd and stood before the light screen, trembling as he said, "Child, am I dreaming?" Fortunately, the light screen did not block sound, and the elder’s voice was filled with a profound sense of desolation.

The other three in the room were startled, not expecting that the avatar of the Nine-Headed Serpent was hiding inside Du Qianjie’s body. Nervous expressions appeared on their faces.

"That's enough. You don't need to sneer. So what if I’m a little shameless? We only live once; what does it matter if I’m shameless now and then? I’m strong, so I’m right," Chen Tie retorted righteously.

When Li Anlin arrived that morning, he had been feeling somewhat uneasy. If Chu Zhixin were on set, should he just ask them to use camera angles to fake the kissing scene?

Originally, his uncle hadn't wanted to bring him along, but he had insisted on coming; he was simply worried about his mother and afraid that something might happen to her.

The Rose Fairy conjured a sleeping bag embroidered with rose blossoms and cast a spell upon Guo Lingling.

But Hong Weishan was not someone so easily killed. Moreover, killing him would cause the entire Hong family to erupt; it would mean becoming mortal enemies with them.

What Mu Wan did not say was that he was outstanding, and she needed to be worthy of him, at least on an intellectual level. She did not want to hear people say in the future that the wife of a country's president was someone who hadn't even finished college.

If Su Ruhe hadn't been so heartless and Empress Dou hadn't been pressing her so relentlessly, how could he have agreed to this marriage?

Subconsciously, she hid the fact that she was living with Qian Boying. She dared not imagine how the man would react if he knew she was living with someone else.

This bowl of fish soup was truly a delicacy among men. If Ning Shuiyao drank the whole bowl, she would surely be unable to eat for several days, and she would certainly spend the night running back and forth between her room and the latrine.

Hysterical, miserable screams echoed from the haunted house, inexplicably chilling one to the bone. Someone had already silently zipped up their jacket.

Ever since the company was founded, there had been one issue after another, but never had things been as dangerous as this. Problems kept emerging one after another. How to strengthen his own security—Wei Chengmo fell into deep thought.