Volume 1, Chapter 68: Joining Forces with Xiao Tingyu

Just as a trace of unease welled up in my heart, the array disc suddenly lit up. The next moment, I saw Ying Zhiyuan's face materialize upon the disc. At this very moment, his expression appeared somewhat anxious; clearly, whatever lay inside had filled him with extreme dread.

The management office personnel were busy repairing equipment over there and had no time to attend to us, so I followed Jiang Le and Liu Yan back indoors. Feeling somewhat uneasy, Jiang Le checked on me once more, but still found nothing amiss, and then he departed.

"Lord Manor Head, we are currently unable to fight against overwhelming odds, so we must lower our stance and seek mutual prosperity!" the Right Steward continued to offer his advice.

The one asking the old man to return the leather armor was a burly giant, resembling a towering mountain. His upper body was bare, featuring a deep crater in his chest that harbored a cluster of silver radiance, seemingly brimming with explosive power.

As his strength reached the fifth layer of the Postnatal Realm, his parents' status in the outer courtyard rose as well, and they moved to the brick house district.

"Hmph, overestimating your abilities." Hudar raised his scimitar once more, while Tie Ye and Huxie, having just returned to formation, launched a counter-charge against the elite cavalry.

Lu Feiyan's water-style offensive spells arrived, with the moisture condensing into ice blades that sliced repeatedly at the exposed neck, chest, and abdomen of the Tyrannosaurus as it reared its head.

Xue Jiayi blinked, wondering how to respond, when the two of them suddenly felt simultaneously as though Hualanting, lying beside them, had stirred—just a slight movement.

Mular was intercepted by Huxie. Carrying his saber, Baiyan leaped onto his horse and shouted, "Barbarian, I'm sorry, I cannot help you fight anymore. Consider this saber a loan from me; next time we meet, I will surely return it to you!" With that, he spurred his horse and galloped away into the distance.

Nine heavy combat vehicles bearing the orange-red "Mauser" battle flags moved forward slowly, using their treads to push the plows embedded in their snouts to clear the way ahead, making the march effortless for the mercenaries following behind.

"Mn..." It remained suppressed within her heart. Ever since arriving in France, she had never once taken the initiative to speak a single word to him.

He maintained that exact posture, a few strands of sweat-dampened hair hanging in disarray across his forehead, yet his gaze at this moment remained hidden.

Watching Liu Mengmeng sit down on the sofa in the reception area, her shoulders still heaving with sobs as if her tears were endless, she looked utterly pitiful.

Yet this was merely the beginning, as a totem blossomed from beneath Sheng Lan's feet, breathtakingly beautiful, resembling a lifelike emerald lotus swaying in the breeze.

Who was the Sixth Senior Brother? Could it be Leng Xiaoran? Even though Leng Xiaoran was exceedingly handsome and graceful, wasn't this reaction a bit too excessive?

Previously, he had also attempted to see what the world beyond the transparent barrier was truly like.

How Xue Wan yearned to remain by his side, even if it were merely like this—with her fingers touching his clothing and her nose inhaling the potent masculine scent emanating from him. Just that alone would make her utterly content.

Take the upper echelons of Mount Duxiu as an example; generally, only during major festivals could they taste this top-grade Immortal Drunk wine. As for those heavy drinkers with an addiction, they could only manage low-grade Immortal Drunk on ordinary days, and even then, there was a strict quota—only three jars, equivalent to fifteen catties, provided every ten days.

"Lu Tiannan, did you hear that? Your Sea Clan has no chance left." Lin Fang sneered at Lu Tiannan as a flame flickered into existence in his palm.

Zhao Hui wanted to say: Tomorrow noon I'll get a cardboard box for it, put some sand inside, and let it relieve itself in the box. But she could not say it through her tears. To cover up her emotions, she climbed into bed and pulled the cover over herself.

Although the Feng family was purged after liberation and suffered no small amount of hardship during that decade, aristocratic and prestigious clans had begun experiencing a resurgence over the past twenty to thirty years. Capitalizing on their ancestral reputation, the Feng family aggressively marketed the persona of a "pure and noble scholarly lineage."

Feng Jinyan chuckled softly and quickly pulled her back, genuinely terrified that this girl might go wild and pick a fight with a wolf.

Yang Gao watched Yuan Mei, who was as lively as a bird released into the forest, answering her and introducing the various towering buildings and scenery that sparked her curiosity, while simultaneously being infected by her vibrant energy.

She could ask for nothing else; as long as they lived this simple life and could stay together devotedly, just like an ordinary couple, it would be enough.

The bottom lane's tier-two tower and the mid lane's tier-one tower were traded one for one. No one could truly say who profited or lost; they only knew that this turn of events successfully made Rumble's expression turn even uglier.

After Old Guo left, Song Yang sat motionless in his seat. He vaguely felt that he had begun to figure things out.

Only now did she realize what an immense convenience this action of hers had provided to An Xia, allowing her to uproot Xia Qingge's three trusted aides in one fell swoop.

In truth, all six perfect races possessed their own currencies, but shells served as the universal currency, a decree established by the kingdom. Thus, one could easily deduce that these shells were undoubtedly concentrated within the royal treasury.

This time Qian Yuanyuan was prepared and her body did not sway from the strike, but her shoulder still took a heavy blow.

Shen Sanya was hardly a prominent figure; news reports certainly wouldn't cover her car accident.

The fat and thin monks stared blankly at Qian Baoyong's face, wearing expressions of utter bewilderment as if they were about to erupt the next second.

Indeed, the news of the Poison Sect's destruction had not yet spread out, as though the event had never transpired at all.

"Surrender? A beast tamer is not yet enough to make magical beasts submit." Looking in that direction, Luo Qingfeng narrowed her eyes and slowly spoke.

"You want to ask me why I chose to help Beichen when in the imperial kitchens, yet remained silent during the great hall incident, allowing everything to become entangled with them? And why I seemed to vaguely target Beiliu Yun? Why I didn't speak up for him regarding the matter of the dancer's garments?" Looking at Yun Qi, Bei Chenye articulated the words he wished to express.

The moment the shout left his lips, Han Feng felt a chill engulf his entire body as a terrifying blade materialized right at the back of his neck.

Deputy Factory Director Jiang still wished to shield Lin Lanying, but the current situation had surpassed the scope of what his abilities could salvage.

Supervision, personnel, and even the financial authority of No. 76 fell within his purview by virtue of his position.