Chapter 50

Hearing this, Zhao Zilong hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, only to see the president of the county hospital and several vice presidents coming over to visit him, carrying various gifts. They all wore smiles on their faces and repeatedly inquired after his well-being.

Tang Jun clearly was not doing such stealthy work at night for the first time; everyone seemed accustomed to it and showed no signs of panic. In the pitch-black night where you could not see your own hand in front of your face, the soldiers methodically donned their armor, fastened their weapons, packed their belongings, and hoisted them onto their backs.

Although Yang Gang maintained a calm expression as he spoke, the deep loyalty he held for his family, the reverence for his father, and the protective care for his younger sister deeply moved Zhao Zilong.

"If we fail to manufacture the required quantities, none of us are likely to escape unscathed," Chen Fei said, stroking his smooth chin.

According to the video, an elderly man was talking to a piece of emerald-green jade, and he kept talking for a full ten minutes or so.

Of course, this innocence had its limits. If you were an ordinary commoner with a clean family background, who merely listened to others and couldn't keep your mouth shut, casually chatting about it with someone else without serious circumstances, you might be let off with a warning after being reprimanded, sparing you from punishment.

His guilty demeanor only made Li Zhi believe him all the more. When Changsun Wuji laid eyes on the imperial jade seal, an inexplicable chill gripped his heart; things were truly exceeding his expectations.

Suddenly, a brilliant flash of light emanated from the thumb ring on Han Tai's finger, producing a spatial Dharma artifact. He pulled Han Beimo into it, and with a flicker of his figure, vanished from the room, flying toward a cliff belonging to the Han family.

Wanting to stealthily change his posture, he noticed Chen Fei's icy gaze fixed steadily on him. Any thoughts of being lazy were dashed, leaving him with no choice but to endure the ongoing torment.

"Damn it, this is way too ugly!" At that exact moment, Lu Feixue let out a low roar, curling his lip with a thoroughly disgruntled expression.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the proprietress brought out food from the kitchen, followed by a man in his thirties carrying a pot of hot soup. He looked like the restaurant's chef, though the possibility of him being the owner or a relative of the owner could not be ruled out.

If the Retired Emperor were still the reigning emperor, making such a decision would earn praise for playing a brilliant balancing game. However, he was now the Retired Emperor. Often, the exact same decision carries vastly different implications when issued from different positions.

He truly disliked the Immovable Wisdom King; after all, the scene where he had nearly burned to death in the golden fire still left him with an innate, lingering dread toward the Sword of Wisdom.

Looking at the man who was laughing heartily, Leng Yue's prior sense of frustration instantly vanished. To be able to trade her own disarray for a laugh from him was entirely worth it.

Constantly chanting inwardly to avoid divine retribution from the heavens, Xiao Le threw all her worries to the winds the moment she laid eyes on the multitude of delicious Korean dishes before her.

How convenient is spatial storage? You don't have to fear thieves, losing things, or the clutter of too many items in a room that makes tidying up a headache.

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Niu Xin'er wriggled her body, her apricot-shaped eyes turning seductive as she stared straight at the Fox clan man, asking in an exceptionally soft and tender voice.

Upon hearing this, Du Zhengben felt as though Xu Jingyang agreed with his point of view. He nodded vigorously, then cast a vicious glare at Liu Huaiyong.

Charles and the others were listening to a report from a trader. He was a highly experienced trader recommended by everyone, tasked with directing and coordinating the trading plans of the major families.

That peerlessly handsome face, deep and lustrous dark-blue eyes, and thin lips often curved into a faint, mischievous smile, yet carried a gentle, watery warmth. Despite wearing a hospital gown and sporting a few band-aids on his face, his tall, slender frame and striking features remained utterly captivating.

Much like the grand formation before Mufeng's eyes, containing wood, stone, earth, and water, anyone falling into the eyes of a formation master would recognize this as a Four Symbols Grand Formation.

Suddenly, a cold voice laced with boundless true qi arrived out of nowhere, bone-chillingly cold and ringing across the heavens.

As she stepped into the room, I heard a crisp "click" echo from the depths of the western side-courtyard. Following that, all the scenery within the entire quadrangle blurred violently for a brief moment. When things cleared up again, the three surrounding buildings had all transformed to look identical to the western side-courtyard, and the sun in the sky had multiplied into four.

Abruptly, Xu Keqing looped her arm around Su Chen's, gently resting her head on his shoulder.

Finally about to start making waves in the Glory World, I had an emergency to attend to today and can only post this much for now; I'll make up for it with a large chapter tomorrow. Sigh, still no stockpiled chapters, I could just slap myself in the face.

With a sharp snap, a chunk of the hard mahogany table was crushed off by Dark's five fingers, yet a smile remained plastered on his face.

Stepping out of the Huanyin Residence, Su Chen and Shen Ling asked someone for the location of the Bright Moon Sect and headed straight there.

The huge ventilation ducts flanking the corridor blew out gusts of biting wind, stiffening their wings and bodies; the massive aerosol chambers at the far end of the corridor coated them with lightweight yet resilient protective armor membranes.

This outcome was entirely beyond their expectations. They had assumed that Yi Jian'an could easily dispatch Ah Fei.

Clearly, the thousand-year-old fish monster believed victory was within his grasp today, but how could Lin Tian allow him to obliterate him?

"Someone come, take Ming Lai-xue away! As for Xun Lingyu, Mu Yuxin, and Ming Lai-xue's parents, execute them all!" When Yan uttered the second half of her sentence, her eyes were completely devoid of pity.

Ever since his transmigration and the acquisition of the system, his cultivation had been growing at rocket speed. While others required several millennia, or even tens of thousands of years, to achieve sainthood and peer into the realm of lower deities, he had accomplished it in a mere few hundred years.