Chapter 41

Inside the carriage, Xiang Ying lifted the curtain to peek outside, only to be met with the sight of numerous men with bare chests and exposed torsos. The Princess quickly pulled her head back, spitting in disgust.

Zhao Xuan’s words were quite intriguing; many officials in the Chongzheng Hall listened with thoughtful expressions.

However, it was clear that such a seemingly simple request was beyond his reach for the moment. Too many had died; looking out, the endless snow-covered landscape was practically littered with corpses.

Throughout history, regardless of status or standing, everyone has had to bow before absolute violence. After all, no matter who you are, once your head hits the ground, you are just another dead man.

The United States is nearly 7,000 kilometers away from its potential rivals, and it is reminded from time to time that it is not truly isolated.

Yet, Xue Shuhan was, after all, a peak King-level cultivator. In the next instant, he reacted immediately, his body turning into a streak of white light as he shot rapidly toward the A-grade chamber.

Refined by the hands of Bai Tianxing, these items were considered divine weapons in the eyes of ordinary cultivators. If he opened them up for trade, he could earn back several times the cost of the materials.

Led by Guan Yu and his companion, and bolstered by Guan Yu's unique skills, the two hundred cavalrymen moved as if divinely aided. In a mere moment, they pierced through the unit blocking their path, losing only three riders in total.

Come to think of it, Bai Tianxing had long heard of the Thunder Marsh and had even considered establishing a dragon breeding farm there.

If she had continued to love Wei Junliu as she always had, would today’s outcome have been different? Would she and Wei Junliu have found happiness?

She never imagined that this insidious man would actually report the car as stolen; she had calculated everything, but she could not outcalculate him.

It sounds cold-blooded, but in many places, this is the only way they can survive. Trading children for food is still better than exchanging them for cannibalism.

The man lay in the backseat, sweat pouring from his forehead in agony. Unable to speak, he could only nod symbolically.

But Wei Renwu was in a hurry to leave today, and Yuan Yuanping did not try to persuade him to stay. He knew that if Wei Renwu said he would come back to see him, he would certainly return; Wei Renwu was a man of his word.

***

As a military factory integrated into the logistics system of the Volunteer Army, the Baiyun Factory accepted the task without hesitation. Whether it was the caliber of the shells, the gunpowder charge for the barrels, the specifications of the explosives, or the composition of the shrapnel, the Baiyun Factory did not even blink.

However, while the four of them—including Dongfang Ruyun—wore various expressions of shock upon hearing this startling news, Liang Tian, who was sitting to the side watching the show, finally could not help but burst into laughter.

"From now on, you shall be the secretary under my seat. Serve me, and I will protect your existence, sparing you from the suffering of soul degradation and allowing you to share in the power of this incense offering."

If he were not currently observing all of this from within his own body in a state of consciousness, he might have jumped up in excitement.

"Mr. Bo, is the Yue Ming Project really that stubborn?" I suddenly felt a sense of fear toward this unknown entity.

But she could not feel that way. Even during that day of interaction, she tried hard to hug him, just like the couples she had seen, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and watching his gentle smile. Yet, she still found it difficult to experience the heart-fluttering sensation her friends described.

When the game restarted and Manchester United launched an attack, the moment the football reached his feet, he immediately began to play solo.

Everything was beyond return. His parents were dead, and he and his sister had gone to the Han family. In the Han household, his excessive reliance on his sister had caused their relationship to quietly sour.

After waiting for a long while, confirming that the other party had completely left and would never return.

"It seems to be a way of showing off. Some animals use this method to display their battle achievements. This must be done by a monster with relatively high intelligence," someone who had studied animals began to offer their opinion.

In an instant, these powerful demon kings began to scatter, fleeing toward the sea area controlled by the original will of the Moro World.

As it turned out, Mao Hanhan could actually cook, and not just at an average level. The sight, smell, and taste were such that even the crew filming the team couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Was this actually a food show?

Bai Yu nodded, took Feng Yuetong's hand, and walked over to the prayer mat. The two sat down cross-legged together.

The Yin Demon, aside from being sharp-tongued and somewhat eccentric in his actions, was not the troublemaker who thrived on chaos as rumors suggested; rather, he possessed a certain heroic spirit typical of men.

***

Forget it. She knew her emotions were running high right now, and no matter how she tried to console her, she wouldn't listen.

Veins bulged on Kirino's temples as she endured, simply enduring. She took a deep breath; she must have been going mad inside, but she did not let her anger show.

Yuigahama laughed while pressing down the hair blown by the wind. Her expression was somewhat different from the one she wore in the classroom when she was with Miura and the others.

Yang Ling’s face, which had been full of rosy color and indescribably beautiful, now lost all its luster. She swayed, nearly falling to the ground.

This time, Xixi did not extend her tongue, and neither did Huo Xiangkong, because he worried that if he did, he truly wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking her. So, he kept the intensity limited to light and wet kisses, but even so, the heat between the two continued to rise.

"I’m still too late!" The True God suddenly blamed himself in a low voice. He simply beckoned to A'ning, and A'ning saw the coat in her arms fly uncontrollably toward the True God.

As he spoke, he sobbed, the choked sounds mixed in making it even more heart-wrenching.

However, even so, the sword cultivator had to grin, trying to unleash some of his amusement; otherwise, he could not endure it any longer.

"Lin Yang, the chairman wants to see you!" As soon as he entered the office, Tong Wei, the head of the technical department, said to Lin Yang with a sour look. Because of the computer skills Lin Yang had displayed during his interview, this veteran of the technical department now felt a hint of crisis—it was no wonder he hated him.

Considering all this, even if he were impulsive, he understood that Wang Sancai had likely reached a realm beyond his reach. At the very least, he knew he was no match for him.

A surge of heat rushed through Lu Tiancheng's body, and his limbs suddenly loosened. He hugged his wife tightly, not knowing what kind of trick the two people before him were playing.

He couldn't help but look at Ye Yun's legs again, his eyes reddening once more. Seemingly afraid of appearing weak in front of Ye Yun, he turned and left, wiping his tears quietly as he walked away.