Side Story 7

Just as the atmosphere turned somewhat peculiar, a low moan escaped from the arms of Gongsun Jingyu. His eyelids twitched slightly, as if he were about to awaken.

On the large screen were two data maps: one showing the residential distribution of mercury poisoning symptoms, and the other displaying the groundwater distribution in South Bay Town.

From a moment ago until now, I have remained completely motionless. In their eyes, I must still appear to be unconscious, right?

The crowd calmed down slightly. After all, Xiangxiang's recent remark about "slaughtering all living beings in Xingzhou" had been truly terrifying. Although they did not believe Xiangxiang possessed such capability herself, everyone had heard Leng Qiuchan mention "divine power."

Ding Yixiong slapped his thigh. "Right! It's Xiyue!" Then, looking back, he froze in astonishment.

Oh? When did such an elegant and graceful young man—as if stepped down from a painting—appear in the shop?

The farmland seen last night appeared before their eyes once more. Because it was daytime, the various crops could be seen even more clearly.

Perhaps it was because Lin Su had been so easy to get along with over the past two days, or perhaps because they felt Teacher Zhao was genuinely beginning to change herself, the students also grew bolder.

Song Yanzhao listened with gentle eyes as she rambled on about everything in Yizhou Circuit, knowing that she disliked scheming and wrestling with those people in Jinling. Given that time, she would much rather compound a few more herbs or head up the mountains to gather them.

At that moment, they suddenly discovered that a tracker was concealed within the micro-computer, which meant their location had long since been pinpointed.

Tenyakusoku symbolizes power and dark force; it can also be understood as a punch delivered with a powerful, supplementary shockwave.

However, the expression of the burly man in animal skins changed drastically. In an instant, the great axe in his hand felt as heavy as millions of pounds, pressing his wrist down until it turned purplish-red.

In the arena, powerhouses from the Kunlun lineage such as Lü Bu and Xiang Yu, those who had followed Li Changsheng from early on like Jebe and the Prince of Great Song, and even representatives of the Western world like the King of Tianzhu, were all left utterly dumbfounded.

Having alighted from her sedan chair, Imperial Noble Consort Qu saw her younger brother chatting and laughing with Noble Lady Zhao, and displeasure instantly welled up in her heart. Having spent so long outside the palace walls, he was unaware of the history between her and Noble Lady Zhao.

And many students were just like this: they had to listen attentively during mandatory classes without the slightest bit of play, and they had to conduct themselves strictly according to regulations. Asking for leave required a phone call from a parent; otherwise, requests were uniformly denied.

"Understood!" As the words fell, the group put away their excitement and enthusiasm, nodding solemnly in response.

With a dull thud, the testing stele remained completely undamaged. Zhou Xiang rubbed the back of his head rather awkwardly, finding it hard to believe the result.

Four years from now, when she spoke of that past event as being the work of Qin Sixue... would this man still refuse to believe her, simply assuming she was making false accusations?

Stepping out of the car, Yan You walked along, casting glances around the small, simply decorated, somewhat retro noodle shop. There were only two or three customers inside, and very few pedestrians passed by. In this noisy city, it was a rare pocket of tranquility.

Ji Rou particularly disliked Fu Jingsi speaking to her in such a commanding tone. Every time she heard him talk like that, it reminded her of the things that had happened in the past.

I let out a soft cry. He was sitting, leaning against a single-seater sofa, facing the entrance door. He hadn't removed his military uniform jacket; only the top two collar buttons were undone. He didn't look at me, nor did he reply. His eyes were dark and gloomy, fixed on a certain corner with a sharpness that could make one bleed in a matter of seconds.

They kissed for a full half-minute, leaving Yan You's mind in a complete haze, until the bag in Mo Yishen's hand dropped to the floor, snapping her back to reality—this was right outside her doorstep.

"Shut up!" Ji Weifan roared, and then lunged forward once more to beat up that male colleague.

I had originally planned to tear out the dozens of pages recording the seduction of twenty-six men behind Huo Jidu's back on the day of our wedding, leaving only the nearly two hundred pages documenting our time together.

"Dragon Team, the experiment is complete. Shall we evacuate?" With the conclusion of the exercise, Chou Yutao's preliminary experiment had also finished. The rest required detailed analysis in the laboratory, a task that could not be done here.

Yan You stared out at the pitch-black night beyond the window. The car door was opened, and she was yanked out of the vehicle once more.

This feeling was somewhat akin to family: I could be dissatisfied and complain, but outsiders were not allowed to.

I had never been to the upper floor of The Six Pence; it was said to be private rooms reserved for special guests. I once complained to Qi Yue, asking if The Six Pence harbored some unspeakable services.

She sat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Slowly, she regained her senses and began to pack her luggage for the return journey.

"In the past, when the Son of Heaven broke the law, he was punished the same as a commoner. Yet when the Son of Heaven commits a crime, after all, he cannot be executed."

It was very comforting, possessing a certain vitality and a faint fragrance. This ability to create fragrance was truly unrivaled.

Therefore, Biyue hurried to the Dragon God Sect, yearning to follow them to the Myriad Beast Mountain. Thanks to Biyue's decent talent and the fact that she was accompanied by an extraordinary, mysterious large black bull, a powerhouse of the Dragon God Sect ultimately agreed to her request.

What he feared was not the Ninth Prince, but his master—the Grand Elder of their sect, a genuine peak Core Formation expert.

Liang Feng monitored the situation from the side with his laptop. Just thinking about it was thrilling. They had just raided the Jinlan Club, but the livestreaming was independent; even though some streamers had been arrested, the platform was still operational, and registrations could proceed normally.

The four princes supporting the First Prince were the Second, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Princes. Although their forces were not as formidable as those of the First and Ninth Princes, each of them could still muster upwards of one or two hundred thousand troops. Once war broke out, the mortal armies in the hands of the five princes would easily total two million.

Even more people were watching the livestream outside. First, because of the influence of the Grandmaster; second, because she might ascend at any moment, meaning every broadcast was one less to be seen. Whenever viewing was possible, many bosses gave their employees time off.

She always felt that before someone as clean and pure as him, she was humble and bedraggled to the point of turning to dust.

Jiang Qiulu had asked her to come to the studio. After visiting a few times, Gu Baozhu hailed a cab and went over on her own.

Xiluo looked at Shuiyue in astonishment, feeling as though she were a mime facing a wall invisible to herself.

However, just when Zhou Ting thought this would be a leisurely and lucrative assignment, a German approached him, claiming he needed to negotiate certain matters with him.

He was the owner of this hotel, Mr. Nita. Compared to Madam Nita, the honest-looking Mr. Nita was so utterly ordinary that everyone wondered why Madam Nita had married him.

He only needed to wait until the military examinations concluded to finally dispel the resentment he had harbored for years and sit as the rightful king of this Great Zhou.