Chapter 43

Qin Zheng sat restlessly at the table, watching as Goodwife Sun rose once again to heap food into his bowl. Not knowing how to handle the situation, he turned to look at Lin Xiyu beside him.

"Hmph! So this mission is assigned to you. Do you have any questions?" Zhao Feng snorted and immediately said.

Sitting inside that car all the way until now, Han Jianan finally recovered from her extreme terror.

Today, his primary target remained the skill section, followed by the equipment section, and finally the miscellaneous items section.

Now, should the sharp sword in Ye Xuhuan's hand move just the slightest bit, his head would be cleanly severed.

There is an old saying: you must not touch a tiger's backside. Yet Scholar Qu had not only irritated the tiger's backside but had also grabbed its tail, so this white-spotted tiger naturally flared up in rage.

"Understood! General, please follow me!" Qiangqu led Chiwen toward the location of Huatuobulu, silently offering condolences to Huatuobulu all along the way.

Guided by Wang Xi, the two finally managed to break out of the maze and step onto the only correct path, as the surrounding scenery was no longer endlessly repeating.

"This is my boyfriend. He forgot to bring his driver's license. Please be understanding, and I'll treat you to dinner next time," Feng Yuting said, pointing at Li Zhiyuan.

Only simple treatment could be administered; as for whether there were any internal injuries, that remained entirely unknown.

Not to mention that they could eat meat every single day in the militia corps; they had zero complaints about the rigorous training.

He had constantly been fighting the Crusader fleet head-on, purely wishing to annihilate the opponent completely in a single stroke.

Yan Mang inwardly muttered in derision, because according to the previous skill descriptions, things like automatic pistols and revolvers were, when all was said and done, merely gunpowder weapons.

This Vice-Minister Song usually kept a very low profile. In the eyes of the other officials, he was essentially a pushover who never offended anyone.

The first heavy rain of summer was torrential, yet it did not cause severe flooding like the previous year.

A piece the size of half a thumb-nail, pure to an unimaginable degree, with sunlight falling upon it and refracting starry halos.

After trying dozens of times in a row, Roger had no choice but to give up. He closed the page and returned to the post list, only to find, as expected, that the post had already been deleted!

Only smiled without a word, feeling no need to correct or fuss over Ju Jingwa's insincerity. She could say whatever she pleased; it didn't matter anyway.

Zhou Zhongxin's face flushed alternately red and white, bordering on angry embarrassment, his right hand subconsciously twisting and rubbing a bottle cap.

And... compared to exploring Rome, she preferred staying in her room to study her own affairs—designing styles for new dresses. Making clothes was far more important than the Holy Grail.

Upon hearing this, Luo Daming's expression instantly shifted. He frantically calculated where the leak could have come from, but regardless, he had to vehemently deny it.

During this period, Orochimaru did not run his mouth; he simply watched silently as Mizuki performed his techniques. While anyone else might have found Mizuki's bizarre actions strange, to Orochimaru, they were completely normal.

"Come, eat a bit more. Today's dishes aren't as numerous as yesterday's, but they are all your favorites." Lang Xiaoyue continued to continuously serve her food. However, unlike yesterday, Murong Qingran did not simply eat whatever Lang Xiaoyue placed on her plate. Before long, her stomach was so full she couldn't even swallow a sip of water.

The humanized expression on the wind-type monster was naturally a reflection of his own; he truly had never witnessed the Power of Sealing before. This was the first time he had ever encountered such a rule-based power, which explained his utter astonishment.

"Second Young Master, what do you want to tell me? Can you... just say it here?" Lu Ranran replied with trepidation, casting a subconscious glance toward Yang Tian as she spoke, looking thoroughly worried that Yang Tian might misunderstand or grow angry.

Sun Cheng stepped forward and knocked on the door, which was soon opened by an elderly servant with a somewhat stooped figure.

Even for the emperor himself, if he were to act stubbornly and obstinately, he would meet the same tragic fate as Emperor Chongzhen. Why is being a good emperor so difficult?

"Back at the technical school, we each gave him a punch and a kick. Felt good, didn't it?" Wang Hao intentionally raised his volume so that Yang Ke and the others could hear as well.

As for the Fengming Mountain ruins behind them, they could no longer be called ruins. Although that world could still be entered, there was absolutely nothing left inside.

By this time, Chiuxiu could no longer take in Steward Yun's words, and was simply pondering Yun Ci's intentions on her own. Would he agree? Why wouldn't he bring it up to her? Did he feel she was not a match for Steward Yun? Or that Steward Yun was not a match for her?

"Xiang'er, since it's already been said, don't keep it from Qingqing anymore. Besides, Mr. Song is already out of danger," Lü Hong said upon seeing Lü Xiang'er's hesitant expression, taking the initiative to bring the matter up.

Qin Feng entered the teahouse, walked up to the door of a private room, and pushed it open to step inside. He saw Li Hong lounging on the sofa with one leg crossed, leisurely drinking tea. A set of kung fu tea utensils on the tea table was steaming, and the tea in the cups was clear and bright, looking immensely thirst-quenching.

Inside the room, the window was half-open, and the steam from the chafing dish on the table was drifting outside. Surrounding the chafing dish were various dishes arranged neatly. On both sides of the table across from the chafing dish sat a set of bowls and chopsticks, along with a full cup of wine. Seated right beside one of the sets of tableware was Huo Qingsong, dressed in casual attire.