Volume 1, Chapter 56: Ethiopia vs. Costa Rica

"I'm tired, get out of here right now!" Rong Huang waved her hand, shooing Long Teng away as if she were swatting a fly.

She could ensure that she managed to send Dafu away and rush to the press conference venue within this time frame.

Thinking of this, Ye Tian headed straight for the pharmacy. Because in his past life, Ye Tian had been both a grandmaster of alchemy and artifact crafting, buying some medicinal herbs at a pharmacy would still be useful. Though he couldn't refine them into pills in his current state, brewing them into a medicinal decoction was still feasible, even if it wouldn't be as effective as refined pills.

No matter what, today was a good day for Shao Le. He had just saved the lives of a hundred and fifty people, while at the same time harboring an even deeper hatred toward Sikong Ming.

Sitting beside Men Shaoting, Sang Zhi was clearly somewhat absent-minded. She was worried that being late for work without notifying Sister Su in advance would result in a deduction from her salary.

Han Xiu'er, on the other hand, narrowed her eyes as she looked at Shen Jun. When her gaze made Shen Jun's scalp tingle, she finally withdrew it.

Granny Dizhu said that Princess Yingjia's relatives were not by her side, which was understandable to some extent. After all, no matter how close the Empress Dowager was to her, she shared no blood relation with Princess Yingjia.

Mu Ruona still had to go back and prepare for her trip to the Imperial Capital, so she didn't stay for dinner. After chatting for a few moments, she hurried away.

"Alright, all of you out. No one is allowed to enter without my command." Duke Ye ultimately retained a shred of caution. Just in case this Cai'er truly harbored malicious intentions, as long as he cried out for help, someone would be able to hear immediately.

Ever since the arrival of the Emperor Haotian's avatar, the entire auction venue had fallen into a pin-drop silence. It wasn't until the avatar departed that the crowd snapped back to their senses, filled with a mixture of shock and awe, feeling that this trip had been more than worth it. To have witnessed two emperors consecutively—though one was merely a phantom and the other an avatar—was enough for them to brag about for a lifetime.

"Brother Qiang, what are you doing? Your brother can at least afford to treat you to a meal. Let's forget about today and talk about it next time," Dai Ge said, patting his chest.

With his fingertips gently brushing against the feathers of the pair of wings, feeling the aura of thunder, the doubts in Chu Tiance's heart grew even deeper.

Before long, the last dark shadow also merged into the body of the Hundred-Faced One, and the tent returned to its initial tranquility.

Dong Shuqiang was inwardly astonished, but he didn't let it show too overtly. He pulled out the newly processed bank card and paid for the goods.

Originally, he had thought Fang Yan was tricking him. But after spending so much time together, he realized that Fang Yan truly intended to let him go, to the point where, as time passed, even he gradually lowered his guard.

Compared to before, when he used condensed energy to form an energy beam into a sphere, the biggest advantage was that the aura of this energy sphere would not dissipate and was difficult for others to detect. There was a drawback, however: the condensation process was relatively time-consuming.

They saw that, although barely perceptible, the surface of every soldier's shield seemed to be covered by a layer of faint purple halo.

Indeed, although tests had yet to be conducted, both of them believed that whether it was the murder weapon or the bloodstains, they would certainly match the deceased.

Just as the ice spikes swept past, Tianwei Ji Leyu raised her hand once again, and the Nine-Jade Cold Bell unleashed another wave of extreme frost energy toward Nanmen Muying.

Chu Zhaoyang's gaze tightened. Suddenly, he took hold of Gu Nian's shoulders, pushing her back slightly as his dark eyes, burning like twin flames, looked her up and down.

Noticing Ling Fangyou's hesitant expression, the look in the man's eyes instantly turned peculiar.

Over at the Purple Robe Palace, Nan Xingwu was organizing the medicinal plants Rongyu had sent her, preparing to refine demonic pills.

The cafe where the three of them were located was only separated from the gathering restaurant by a single street, taking less than ten minutes to reach on foot.

"You actually brought outsiders into this place?" The ancestor of the Qiu family suddenly caught the sound of outsiders, and his emotions flared up into a state of agitation.

After floundering about for a good while, the Snow Spirit Chicken suddenly found an empty patch of ground, scratched at it a few times with its claws, and then settled down motionlessly.

"Pardon my frankness, sir, but sacrificing themselves for the country is merely part of their duty. Me doing research to help them is also part of my duty. However, He Ning is a complete outsider; she has no obligation whatsoever to sacrifice anything for us," Professor Liang said with fairness and impartiality.

Qin Xue was busy sorting out the ingredients on the side, while Xueling watched closely from the sidelines, occasionally helping to peel off the skin.

Even some students still on their way halfway to Luojia City somehow received the news from their servants.

As for whether this man was dead or alive, that was a matter for later, and Gu Nianxi couldn't be bothered to care. Her entire attention was focused squarely on Gong Yi.

Without waiting for Arno to react, Li Xiaoyi pulled him straight into a bear hug, his eyes brimming with pure joy.

Her body was growing increasingly resilient, and the power within her grew more and more profound. The effect of a single enhancement wasn't massive, but twenty consecutive enhancements were by no means a simple matter.

Faced with the persistently entangling sisters of the Qiliao family, Ling Feng truly had no idea what to do anymore.

"Have you ever had fragments of memories about the past?" My heart, which had been as cold as ashes, suddenly stirred with a glimmer of hope.

A distance of fifteen kilometers was a complete breeze for Lingxiao. With his strength, even circling the Pokémon planet would not make him feel tired.

Walking from afar, he suddenly heard the sounds of cracking and continuous booming ahead. Modo immediately flew forward, and Blue Finch Dance hurried to catch up.

At this moment, the second brother realized that Uncle Dongyong's eyes were very cloudy, resembling those of a decrepit old man at winter's dusk, or even more like a stray dog on the verge of gasping its last breath.