38 Green Tea

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“The Duke’s household has agreed to marry into our family, but they aren’t taking Qin’er—they want Zheng’er!” Nangong Fei said in a deep voice.

Gu Jingnan’s eyes flickered. His deep, sharp gaze fell upon Su’s mother, and his brows drew slightly together.

Only now, when he saw this photograph, did he realize that nothing had changed—not even from four years ago, when Minglang died.

Minglang was stunned. She seemed to understand something, yet could not fully grasp it. Naturally, one day, when she looked back on this moment, she would understand the deeper meaning behind his words.

Shumo calmly shook his head. As he rose, his robes billowed in the breeze, beautiful as a painting.

The bandit chief was thoroughly confused by his rambling. What Beggars’ Sect? What Clean Clothes Sect? What Dirty Clothes Sect? What was he talking about? And why should he have to listen to any of this? What did it have to do with the reason he had come here today?

Now that everything had finally been explained clearly, she was admittedly angry, but she truly felt relieved.

“Boys, Grandpa’s back! Hahahaha... What’s going on here?” Ouyang had still been laughing moments ago, but when he saw the state of the dormitory, his eyes blazed with fury.

At his signal, Dugu Ming did not get out of bed either. He looked toward Emperor Jing and noticed that the old man seemed somewhat different from before. He was still as benevolent as ever, yet Dugu Ming could sense a trace of weariness in him.

Looking at those exaggeratedly heaving breasts, Ouyang swallowed involuntarily, though he concealed it quite well.

Actually, I could have guessed that. With such a large prison in such a remote location, it was hardly surprising that prisoners would be executed by firing squad in the back hills.

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In particular, the newly appointed deputy factory director, Li Feng, was young but highly knowledgeable. The problems he pointed out struck at the heart of the matter and offered highly practical solutions.

It was that blind old man who was always asking me the time! He had no eyeballs; the places where his eyes should have been were deeply sunken, making him utterly terrifying.

Henry’s head was shaved perfectly clean, yet when he smiled, he still looked like a handsome, lovable crow, always giving people a sense of warmth and familiarity. Bergkamp, on the other hand, had never had much hair even in his youth, and now almost all of it was gone. Compared with Henry, he seemed far older.

Otherwise, once they entered the battlefield and truly faced thousands upon thousands of troops, confronted by the bloodlust of hundreds of thousands or even millions of people, they would be frightened to death without a fight. Even if they survived the shock, they would be unable to display much combat strength.

“No! If we let him keep picking us off like this, we’ll lose!” Guanghui sensed how serious the situation was, but he had no solution. As Lin Fan continued hunting down his opponents, his teammates gradually grew stronger one after another, while Guanghui himself had already returned to base to upgrade his equipment.

There was no fluctuation of power from any of the three traditional ability domains—no physical strength, mental power, elemental force, or anything else.

The three of them arrived at the factory’s warehousing and logistics district. As shipping volume continued to increase, the area had undergone another expansion and was now more than fifty percent larger than before.

Darkness was like a pocket, swallowing everything in this place and concealing it within itself, transforming the astonishing spectacle that had just occurred here into an unparalleled secret.

“Luckily, Big Sis is with us today. Do either of you have membership cards for the Jiangnan Club?” Lin Yuting asked, gazing at the club ahead.

Faced with Lin En’s refusal to yield to either force or persuasion, Dana looked furious. But before she could say anything else, she suddenly began to retch. Although the suite was heated, she was barefoot, and Lin En was just about to warn her not to catch a chill when she covered her mouth and rushed into the washroom.

Pride looked coldly down at the ground. To him, the warriors below were as lowly as ants. The weak had no reason to survive; only the strongest deserved to live. That had been the survival code of the former Giant Chief. As the one among the seven soul fragments that retained the most of Lagulatis’s traits, Pride was the same.

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Seeing that Ye Qingquan’s expression was calm, Nie Yunxiong finally put his mind at ease. He lifted his teacup and jokingly exchanged a few lighthearted remarks with him. The three of them chatted for another dozen minutes, each mentioning some trivial matters from their respective bureaus. Afterward, Ye Qingquan took his leave and went downstairs first, bidding farewell to the two men who had accompanied him at the sub-bureau entrance.

After all, in his understanding, there were only two kinds of people who would dare use props from a killing scenario: idiots and those who were invincible.

The lower regions were probably already overflowing with it. Du Rui finally pushed himself up on both arms and pinned Princess Ankang beneath him. She seemed to have lost something, and gazed at Du Rui in bewilderment through her half-open, limpid eyes.

“When the time comes, my Yi Army will guard the southern gate. As for the other sides, I’ll leave them to your Ming Army, Brother Zizheng!” Within Haicheng, the principal forces were Song Qing’s Yi Army and Liu Shengxiu’s Ming Army. The remaining troops were pitifully few.

After killing the two Three-Soul warriors, the Purple Flame Mad Lion let out a roar and pounced straight toward Yin Zheng and the others. As for the strange beast statue, it hovered above the giant lion like a guardian deity, radiating countless strands of golden light, as though it were the beast’s true divine form.

The three of them had never fought the fox mother, and the five cultivators whom Xu Han had cursed away had had no opportunity either. Only those five spirit cultivators might have done so.

Influenced by this, the remaining five werewolves all thrust their gun barrels out and fired wildly, attempting to suppress this “vampire” with his insanely accurate marksmanship for the moment. That would give them a chance to counterattack.

Murong Xiao indifferently spread his hands, indicating that he was not an animal, so why should he bare his fangs to demonstrate his formidable strength?

So that was how it was! Meng Xiang’s eyes suddenly lit up, and a trace of understanding appeared in them as well. After careful observation, he finally discovered the connection that the Heavenly Dao had established with the origin of the universe. Rather than saying it had done an excellent job, it would be more accurate to say that its methods of concealment were exceptionally clever.

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