Extra Story 2

“By the way, sir, may I report something?” Jack of Spades suddenly remembered and hurriedly asked.

The official livestream, which had just quieted down, erupted once again. Fans from both sides resumed their lively exchanges. Phrases like “The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way descends from the heavens,” and “A precarious tower rises a hundred feet high, within reach of the stars,” filled the chat. Beyond the beauty of the poetry itself, did they not reveal something about Gu Rao’s psyche?

“It’s nothing, I just wanted an apology,” Ning Fei said with a smile, recounting the incident to Chen Yefeng.

About three months after successfully claiming Beijing, the Dawn Army had been resting in Heng Country for three months as well.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing Chen Yefeng, the man’s fatigue vanished, replaced by excitement and joy.

This was undoubtedly a major event: secretly transferring demolition funds. That would be the work of a master, and it wasn’t impossible. They had released a smokescreen, only to leave behind hollow shells and scapegoats. The losses were enormous, and this was a typical trick of Octopus and his crew.

Startled, Yun Jun nearly dropped her cup. She spun around in confusion, muttering “Screws, screws,” but her mind was blank, unsure what to do.

Thus, Huang Jiaren’s leg, Master Tang gave one hundred taels of silver, paying out of his own pocket since the yamen only provided twenty.

Upon hearing that Sheng Yueqing was so adept at making money, Old Lady He figured, wouldn’t the household have another tool for earning income? That certainly wasn’t a loss.

Xu Li’s bite of chicken fell onto his plate as he watched the muzzle flash from the PPSh, glancing at the other old-timers who were grinning. He shivered without knowing why.

She nursed her health, then used visiting her son as a pretext to seek out Director Zhao. After seducing him, the two became lovers.

Although temperatures plummeted rapidly, most of the casualties were NPCs. The players, having prepared in advance, suffered little loss.

Yang Yunfeng shot him a look demanding honesty. Li Chenggang’s scalp tingled, but he could only swallow his complaint.

Big Ya and Second Ya first delivered pigweed to the farm, earning three work points. Upon returning home, they found their grandmother cleaning mushrooms by the kitchen door.

After the talisman slipped into her body, her face gradually shifted into that of a man. Her body shot up thirty centimeters, reaching one meter ninety. An Adam’s apple grew on her throat, her head turned into a crew cut, and her frame became tall and robust.

This was likely how the castle looked before, lavishly decorated with vases and jade everywhere. But something must have happened to leave it abandoned.

Ding San’s eyes narrowed as he listened to the voice, a cold glint flashing in his gaze. But now that he belonged to Xia Chen, everything depended on Xia Chen’s approval. Though he was irritated, he didn’t act out, instead stealing a glance at Xia Chen. He knew Xia Chen wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

However, Tang Monk had instructed those practicing Buddhism not to shave their heads, to keep their identities hidden, so no one had discovered them yet.

Xia Chen sensed that the glass seemed to have acquired a strange layer. He raised his hand and gently touched it; nothing seemed amiss, but instinct told him there was something new on its surface.

“Baka yarou! These damned Chinese are really cunning,” Tsujihara Jiro cursed angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

After being thrown out, Helis immediately sensed Broly behind her.

The monk was true to his name, resembling an ancient knight. Wearing odd cloth shoes, he strode swiftly toward the main road outside Dragon Soul.

When Helis expressed her desire to learn instant transmission, Sun Wukong taught her all he knew. The reason Helis took longer than Sun Wukong wasn’t due to inferior understanding, but rather a flaw in Sun Wukong’s teaching.

The two sides fought with all their strength, evenly matched for a time. Yet Haotian noticed that Higashijo was slightly superior to Long Lingyu.

For over a thousand years, the disciples of the Infinity Sect had yearned to master Demon Subduing City. Now, that wish was about to be realized by their own hands. Their hearts could not help but surge with excitement.

Xiang Fu held his cheek, still dazed, but under Xiang Guichen’s predatory glare, he obeyed and knelt.

Ye Chen shuddered, imagining the torture he would soon endure—eyes gouged, the snap of bone, acid poured over him.

Shen Changqing walked along the road, greeting acquaintances with nods or brief words.

“There are still a few hundred million,” Fu Yunqing said, covering her lips, eyes fixed on the wall ahead.

His father, sitting in the front row, was watching the livestream and didn’t notice his child getting off the car to retrieve a toy on the road.

Hearing this, Mrs. He’s mind conjured the image of the servant’s tragic death. Guilt flooded her eyes, unable to be concealed. Her throat felt blocked, and she choked on her words.

Yu Yuanqing was an old acquaintance, familiar with her background. Moreover, he had already suspected her ulterior motive for entering the palace.