Volume 1, Chapter 64: The Three Days Have Arrived

Ji Yunchu's gaze and the question she posed startled Mei Changgong.
He instinctively retorted, "I did not! I know nothing about this matter!"

After settling this affair and taking advantage of a brief lull in activity, Zhang Yun's thoughts drifted back to the matter he had been contemplating earlier.

The three dragons were enveloped in black mist, their bodies beginning to tremble violently once again. Their wide-open dragon eyes were filled with sorrow and resentment, yet they could do nothing to alter the cruel reality as one shadowy phantom after another burrowed relentlessly into their flesh and blood.

They would use red bricks and cement... building them directly into the style of modern single-story houses, though of course, a layer of tiles could still be added on top.

Capital residents who had even the slightest bit of connections and spare cash were now eager to flee the city, determined by any means necessary to escape the impending devastation of the Taiping Army.

Beyond this, behind the defense line, the sailfish and plesiosaurs were also making their final preparations. A group of spellcasters gathered around them, casting defensive magic upon their bodies and forcing physical-stimulant potions down their throats.

His subordinates failed to understand his vision. For anyone in a position of leadership, Zhang Yun believed that anyone facing this would find it a headache.

With that, Wen Xu stood up, picked up his truffle-harvesting tools, and readied himself to stride toward the direction of Dongliang.

During the first decade or so after the company's founding, the internet had not yet been born, so its business was primarily focused on investing in that cohort of telecommunication operators. Throughout that period, the company's ownership structure remained exceptionally stable, with Masayoshi Son himself holding a stake that once reached as high as 44 percent at its peak.

Having tipped it over, Erhua simply had no time to right the sled again, and instead sat directly upon the belly of the sled.

Upon hearing my words, Angaolei's eyes began to roll with nimble cunning, and we simultaneously cast a glance at Shen Linfeng, who was already displaying intense dissatisfaction with the endless chatter between Angaolei and myself.

Zhang Ling's expression was utterly calm. When he uttered those words, his dark pupils were brimming with resolute determination, as though this decision was immutable regardless of any opposition from Elder Fu.

When Chen Xiaoran and Su Qing arrived here together, a trace of confusion flickered within Su Qing's large eyes as she instinctively looked toward the man beside her.

Lying in bed, I felt utterly and completely exhausted. Zhao Qiguang had called me again—there were more than ten missed calls.

Watching Luo Hao vanish into thin air, both Yu Yanran and Mo Ling wore expressions of incredulous astonishment on their faces, never expecting that what Luo Hao had said was actually the truth.

Upon returning to Flame City, she had immediately dispatched people to inquire about Zhang Ling's whereabouts, but to no avail. Now, seeing the Flame Festival being convened, she assumed Zhang Ling might come to participate. Yet today, the result remained the same as before; even as the Flame Festival was on the verge of commencing, he still had not appeared.

Gao Tian gave a cold snort, then released her grip on me, lifted her head, and walked toward Sister Qian ahead.

The taxi returned to its starting point. I kept wiping away my tears with the back of my hand as I got out of the cab and hurried into the car that had been waiting for me all along. She seemed to view my reaction as entirely normal, though a look of tender pity crossed her features as she handed me a tissue.

Even so, the people of Tuocheng had not given up. They arrived a day later than Xiang Gangtian had estimated, and early on the fourth morning, a group of them stepped into Liucheng.

Upon stepping into the dormitory, a pungent wave of heavy perfume washed over me, yet no matter how potent the fragrance, it still failed to mask an underlying stench—to be precise, the smell of rotting corpses.

Seeing the remarkably lucrative returns from leasing out their arable land, the villagers vied with one another to withdraw their land contracts, preferring to sit back and live off the rental income.