43. City One High School

Meng Fei strode ahead, and behind him, several SWAT officers in tactical gear, holding Type 95 assault rifles, rushed forward with swift steps, their eyes locked fixedly on Yao Liang and Chen Bo.

The villagers either accepted name-brand cigarettes or fine liquor, or candies, feeling bewildered and unable to react for a moment.

Right now, however, the most urgent issue for him to resolve was the dislocation of his left shoulder. He had previously watched his grandfather demonstrate the method for treating a dislocation and had also witnessed it firsthand. Yet, he had never performed it himself, nor had he ever seen anyone relocate their own dislocated joint.

It turned out that just as she gently turned sideways, Han Xiao had already caught a glimpse of half her face. That half-face alone was enough to mesmerize his soul. As he was already leaning slightly forward, this momentary distraction almost caused him to stumble and fall.

"Bang!" The furnace lid closed. The spiritual energy within their bodies was barely enough to sustain the operation of the large black furnace, yet unable to move it forward even half a step. In this chilling, luminescent mist, who knew what kind of unexpected changes might occur if they stayed too long.

Two sounds, distinct from one another, immediately rang in the ears of every soldier. "Run!" The two hundred soldiers who had retreated back were simply unable to take it anymore and began their mass flight once again. The personal guards broke down as well, and many irresolute guards fled into the surrounding dark night along with the panicking soldiers.

"Hehe, what can be done? I prefer beauties over the empire." Han Xiao changed his offensive toward her, though not to grab her, but instead extending his elbow to signal her to lock her arms around him.

These eight individuals were none other than Lang Hongxiang and his companions. Over a month ago, they had been ambushed and hunted down by mercenaries hired by Li You outside Xianyin City. In the end, relying solely on Lang Hongxiang, they killed all their pursuers, but the group also suffered severe injuries.

Just as Qing Cheng scrambled back to his feet, his opponent's sword thrust forward. He had no choice but to hurriedly meet the attack, throwing him into a fluster. For a moment, he was reduced entirely to parrying blows without the slightest chance to counterattack.

A Fa thought to himself, in broad daylight like this, since nobody is home, why leave the house unlocked? What if a thief came by?

After all, this meant he hadn't sought out the wrong person. Moreover, with his junior brother's success, it also meant his own efforts had not been in vain.

His gaze shifted downward, seemingly with a tactile, caressing intensity, tracing from Wen Huairong's nape down along her gently undulating contour.

"Father! We cannot continue to open the granaries for disaster relief!" Ulugh looked at his father with great urgency, his tone laden with anxiety.

Cupping his wife's face, Ding Aixing wiped away a tear. His wife kept nodding, her expression betraying a deep-seated, internal terror. Guided by the driver, the two of them went straight to Yakou Village, arriving at a little past three in the morning.

Thirty years was not enough to fully complete the restoration of the flora and fauna ecosystem, but restoring a portion of the plant ecology was entirely feasible.

At that moment, Duke Yihuan came to an abrupt halt, immediately casting his gaze deep into the canyon as a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Pfft!" Dapeng didn't want to waste another breath of nonsense as his spear pierced straight through Tathagata's chest.

Because once the barrier of the memory jade was unlocked, it could not be halted midway. Unable to absorb two souls, the memory jade emitted a crimson glow. Originally intended to absorb only one of the three souls and seven魄 of Lian'er, due to the absence of Situ Feng's two souls and six魄, it ended up devouring all three souls and seven魄 of Lian'er entirely.

"Fine!" Chen Yun felt a lingering sense of unwillingness, desperately wanting to continue reading—how she loathed serialization updates!

"My god, that bitch Morgana actually got conquered," Kayle thought in astonishment, a hint of respect unexpectedly creeping into the gaze she directed at Qingming.

Before Poppy could reply, a wave of excruciating pain struck her as she watched her upper body split apart from her lower body.

He was rummaging through something, and I sat on the sofa without asking, merely observing quietly.

All around were Mo Duoduo's concerned gaze and Fuyou staring at him while holding his treasure chest, while Tiger Shark was shaking him for all he was worth.

Entering the courtyard, Fang Qian and the other two looked around with intense curiosity, eager to see if there was any mystical aspect to this place.

Having finished his work early today, Tao Li decided to make the trip himself. Yet the moment he opened the door, a strange odor wafted toward him.

Because his meridians were unable to absorb spiritual energy, if Jiang Xun were to swallow the medicinal pill directly into his stomach, the dissolving pill would essentially be exposed to the air once it melted, accelerating its dissipation.

Next came Qin Hui, the King of Songs from Kyushu who was making his second appearance on the Grammy stage; Qing He, the premier host of Kyushu; and Li Fan, the Emperor of Film, Television, and Music across all three mediums, who arrived shortly after.

A faint beam of light filtered in through the window on the wall to the left of Mo Duoduo, casting down right in front of him. Mo Duoduo suddenly fell into a daze, lost in thought.

Even Chang'an merely shared in its prestige. To put it bluntly, even the Emperor himself would have to lower his head upon coming to Crossroads Slope. If he wished to take anything from here, he would still have to pay for it—something unimaginable anywhere else.

Yet Ai Xin did not halt her steps because of a traffic accident. When her father passed away years ago, she had never been given the chance to see him one last time. It was hard to say whether that was a misfortune or a blessing, but she had never formed any mental image of that event. When she saw her father again, he was already a corpse in an ice coffin, painted with garish makeup.

Huang Ying and Chen Jie both stared at her with wide, incredulous eyes, while Li Wei glanced at her, lowered his head, and revealed a faint, bitter smile.