Volume 1, Chapter 45: Song Shuning Is Quite Good at Infuriating People

Zhang Yunxiu did not truly regain consciousness until the fifth day after Zhang You arrived in Nanjing. He had suffered severe trauma to the back of his head and intracranial fluid accumulation. Even though Zhang You had worked with Li Yan to figure out new medical techniques while treating his own limp, it still took a full five days to fully resolve the condition.

In fact, the Glory Base had already reached a point where every single member was equipped with a firearm, so He Hao had no real need to continue confiscating these weapons. However, considering that the automated production line possessed the capabilities of disassembly, modification, and manufacturing, these weapons of various models and styles still held collection value—they would further enrich the variety of weaponry within the base.

Xu Fu was inwardly terrified. As things stood, he was the foremost figure beneath the saints. Looking across the entire East, apart from those few venerable saints, the only being worthy of his serious attention was that stone monkey.

One day, two days, three days... Everyone was desperately searching for information, trying to figure out Daniel, and above all, how Daniel had acquired the capability to manufacture nuclear weapons.

Sumiya's voice was not loud, faintly carrying a sobbing tone, which made Zhang You's heart feel as though it had been suddenly and fiercely clenched by someone.

Right in the blink of an eye, the numerous mud dragons, water dragons, and stone dragons that had been stirred up across heaven and earth, imbued with terrifying power, all converged into a single stream. Wrapped in tens of thousands of tons of rock and endless river water, they blocked the path of Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva, and then surged toward Guan Yu as he unleashed his blade.

Lucifer clenched his fists tightly, baring his teeth in anger. Yet, whenever he thought of Chiyou's formidable strength, he had no choice but to swallow his humiliation and endure.

"This is a desolate wilderness, and enemies could approach at any moment. How could I possibly feel at ease leaving you here alone, milady?" Qi Yang continued.

"Why do you say that?" Ling'er guessed that Ji Cangyu was referring to the matter concerning the Envoy of Yixing, and hurriedly asked.

Upon hearing this, Diyun suddenly burst into laughter, the sound growing louder and louder, carrying a rather uninhibited and reckless tone.

When the murderer had stripped away the skin, he gazed with infatuation upon his own masterpiece, and finally thrust a finger directly into the victim's heart. He withdrew his blood-stained finger and gently sucked upon it with his lips.

Yet no amount of fear could compare to the terror gripping the surviving mercenary! His courage was nearly frightened out of his wits, and his heart hammered wildly: How could this be? That fellow was clearly already dead; why was he still making facial expressions?

With the two worlds connected for such a long time, this was no longer merely a matter of disrupting order. Was the Master suffering from cataracts? How could he completely ignore what was happening on this side?

Since he was currently acting as Wei Qiong, in order to show his longing for Xueyaha, he still moved into the very room that Wei Qiong and Xueyaha had booked last time, even though he felt extreme disgust toward everything Wei Qiong had used, and indeed everything associated with him.

At around nine-forty, the three of them and two other boys finally entered the venue and reached the camera area.

Cheng Xin knew that Qin Ming had already made up his mind and that she could no longer rely on her own strength to stop him. To obstruct him further would only be to limit his development rather than help him.

The envoy was naturally extremely familiar with this labyrinth-like underground city. Relying on her memory, Wu Yong found the room where the Holy Maiden resided without expending much effort.

However, for Muyi, mere wild fruits were entirely insufficient to fill his stomach. Before his injuries, in his prime physical condition, going without food for several days would have posed no problem at all. Yet right now, he could not do without nourishment. Even so, Muyi only ate a few pieces before stopping.

Following the projection to practice alchemy, she gradually entered a wondrous state of mind, as if she had merged into one with the projection. Every movement was so practiced and skillful, as though she had performed it countless times before.

The moment Shen Qingwu realized she currently held the upper hand, she immediately turned the tables and shifted all the blame onto herself. Her talent for turning right into wrong and black into white made Prince Jin, standing nearby, wish he could tear her mouth apart with his bare hands.

Thinking of all the suffering Yun Yunliang had endured, Yun Yan felt an even greater sense of resentment toward Yun Linglong and Su Che.

"Dongqing said Qingwu is here, and I've come to take her back!" Gu Jingfeng said flatly to Niang. Yet her words still tore at the present moment. Niang's heart—though she claimed to have let go, though she claimed to have conceded defeat—still fluttered with lingering agitation the moment Gu Jingfeng appeared before her eyes.

"Grandfather is inside, go on in," Tang Ni said, pointing to a fenced courtyard as she spoke to Zhang Zhong.

"What?" Qimang was puzzled. What decent skills did he possess that could possibly make Su Qinyu envious?

A little while later, Su Liujin's subordinates arrived in a police car and, under Su Liujin's direction, bundled the group of peddlers into the vehicle.

Calmly and unhurriedly occupying the remaining space, Wen Moqing also turned sideways, his long, strong arm wrapping around Yan Liyou from behind. He closed his eyes, a trace of desolation lingering at the corners of his lips.

The most famous feature of Chenxiang Island was the vast expanse of water lilies that bloomed all around the island every year during June and July.

Ling Wuxie's face and neck turned red and thick from being choked by a grape. Fortunately, Siming gave him a pat on the back, and the grape popped out from his throat, nearly striking the Matchmaker in the face.

Xie Yan'er was smart now. Looking at Xia Junzihan's tense expression and recalling his recent demeanor, she suspected he was hiding something from her.

After they had rounded up all these people and tallied the total, there were eight in all—precisely the ones Zhou Youting had spotted earlier.