110 The Immortal Pats My Crown 8

Lin Ge maintained his usual expression, looking no different than before, save for his high collar, which was turned up in a rather peculiar fashion.

After finishing his investigation, he finally let out a soft sigh of relief. It turned out that none of the songs, films, or television dramas from his original world existed here.

Meanwhile, as various resistance forces received news of the events that transpired in Zhangzhuang last night, they all found it difficult to believe. Yet, upon calm reflection, the Eighth Route Army’s decision to strike at such a moment was truly unexpected.

Zhao Ping was deeply skeptical of what Zhu Lei had said. After all, Zhu Lei had revealed too much—not only were the traditions of Taoism, Buddhism, and Confucianism perfectly intact, but even the most ancient legacies remained.

The four of them scanned the state of the Shou-shan tribe, and then the divine consciousness of Jumang and the others slipped into the void to begin communicating.

Therefore, rather than asking about things too complex to digest, it was better to focus on the important matters he cared about.

As a look of struggle appeared on his face, Gu Xing’s right hand began to tremble, the shaking growing increasingly violent.

However, objects with high density and mass can "bend" these three intersecting planes, such as heavy metal ores.

Instantly analyzing the possibility that these people had come with a death-defying mentality, their abnormal movements appeared highly suspicious to him.

Gillian was momentarily entranced by Sophia’s flirtatious charm. Victor patted her hand and whispered something in her ear. Gillian nodded, cast a sidelong glance at Sophia, and walked away triumphantly, leading the Golden Fleece and Silver Fleece. As she passed, she deliberately thrust out her proud chest.

Then there was Zhang Hua. His injuries were even more severe than Wu Jie’s; He Weijun’s snake venom was so potent that even Li Xin would need more than three days to formulate an antidote.

Yan Luoying had lost her composure, but a shred of reason remained, reminding her that she needed to get him some medicine.

"This is the leftover lunch for you; it's not quite time for dinner yet," the old man said, glancing at his watch.

"What should we do?" Su Mingtian looked back at the runway, where the second piece was already being modeled.

"Hello, Brother Qi, I’m Yang Qi! You can just call me by my name," Yang Qi said with a gentle smile, shaking Qi De’s hand.

Captain Zhang said he had to head to the coroner’s office to wait for the autopsy report and coordinate police patrols around the North Suburban Cemetery, so he departed first.

Meeting Ye Zishan’s puzzled gaze, Elma held out several items with both hands.

The men were simply grateful for what Su Qing had done for everyone. Besides, Lady Zhang was truly charming and gentle, and they did harbor a bit of selfish desire.

However, the position of village head had remained vacant, and it seemed one had to go to the county magistrate’s office in person to obtain the land deed.

Lu Bu later discovered that as the lower-middle-class populace in remote areas grew more affluent, they found the officials' power was kept strictly in check by him. They were too lazy to seek office and had no desire to travel all the way to Luoyang. As a result, in most regions thousands of miles from Luoyang, local dialects remained the norm.

Suddenly, Gu Tie understood them. Games were games, and life was life; they were mature enough to distinguish between the two.

But thinking that this mission was to seize the wealth of the Gui Army and weaken the enemy, they held their tongues and naturally did not join in the cheers.

Staring at those merchant ships, he knew that starting a shipping company now would surely invite suppression from them. However, whether it was the construction of Lianyungang, the Longhai Railway, or the development of factories and mines, a massive amount of imported steel and machinery would be required. A single steel mill would need hundreds of thousands of tons of equipment, not to mention his plans for a shipyard and a silk mill.

Liu Yihua took a sip of wine and sighed with satisfaction. This, he thought, was the decadent, corrupt life of a feudal society that he had been striving for.

What Ding Zhong cared about most now was when the armed police would arrive! With so many entrances and exits in every direction, they needed sufficient manpower.

As Yang Mingjun struggled to swim, dodging the debris falling from above, he looked up and saw that "Reppu" aircraft circling in the sky, diving toward him once more as if intending to fire upon him in the water.

In reality, once the staff member who had narrowly escaped death transmitted Guo Zhuoshun’s orders to the municipal public security bureau via telephone, the bureau reported the situation to the provincial department while ordering local police to quickly blockade the relevant roads. Countless police officers and troops swarmed toward the coastal city.

Jiang Bosong politely started to rise, but his father-in-law pressed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him seated, and gave him a gentle pat.

Through the background introduction to the modeling, Chen Jun could see that the island he needed to defend in this operation was not lacking in firepower.

Therefore, apart from Gu Ruoxi, who lay in a coma on the bed, no one present could calm Huo Jingzhi’s violent temper.

Otherwise, it feared that Zhu Jin’an might go mad and start using it as a test subject on those people.

The faint fragrance at the tip of his nose made Zhou Mucheng’s movements sluggish. He curled his fingers, unconsciously brushing the skin on An Zhiyi’s neck.

If a chef spends years, decades, or even a lifetime perfecting a craft, it is impossible for them not to do it well.

Behind them, eleven young and middle-aged men stood in a row, their presence formidable and their intent murderous.

Since the Toyota’s doors were locked, Kang Yu pulled on the handle a few times, and failing to open it, simply decided to walk home.

She stared in sheer terror at Jun Moshan, who resembled a demon from hell, cold sweat soaking through her clothes.

After all, the new training was not the same as the recruit training in the military; it was scheduled for only fifty days, not even two months.

It was the only mountainous island in Bai-chuan Lake, unlike the other islands which were merely sandbars accumulated by silt.

If that is the case, then Suiren must have already invented drilling wood for fire. What year, BC, would this era belong to?