Volume 1, Chapter 40: Shock After Shock After Shock

"Then what if you successfully negotiate the cooperation with the Beacon Group? Would your father be happy?" Lian Tian asked.

Anran agreed obediently, lying on the bed, unable to help smiling. How wonderful. She hadn't felt this way for a very long time; the last person who gave her such a sense of security must have been Lin Jie.

The boy's religious piety in his voice was deeply moving, and the gentle and serene expression on his face as he spoke was a complete contrast to the frantic look he wore half a month ago.

"General, aren't our defenses here a bit too thin after we leave?" His assistant, Ichiro Kimura, worried aloud.

Ye Xia and Xiao Nai chatted for a long time, until their bodies called out to their respective spirits. Only then did Xiao Nai and Ye Xia say goodbye to each other, and their consciousnesses returned to their physical bodies.

Could serving as a concubine to high-ranking officials and nobles make one superior to others? She couldn't understand. If one had to live their entire life walking on eggshells and catering to others' moods, what was the point of living?

I hurriedly took it out, scanned it into the computer, and used Photoshop to carefully retouch it for a while before I could make out that the person was Yu Ruoruo.

The passion of summer is ardent, uninhibited, and outwardly expressed, while the bright passion of autumn is introverted and contained within.

Guo Haoyang knew this brother of his very well, so he didn't say much more. Now that the army commanders of the Department of the Army were all assembled, their attention naturally had to turn to the Department of the Air Force.

Especially when Madam Lin looked at her own son now, and then thought of Madam Zhongguo, who was in the prime of her youth, she felt a shudder of terror. Why hadn't she thought of it back then? What if Madam Zhongguo made a demand? Lin Wujing might be able to escape, but Madam Zhongguo possessed a bewitching face—even the late emperor had fallen into her hands.

"Lord Kuroteng, I know you died an unjust death, but this matter cannot be blamed on me, Jia Gui. Don't listen to Old Jiu's nonsense." Jia Gui hurriedly tried to clear his name just like Old Jiu had, babbling defensively while simultaneously stretching out his soft, weak foot to kick Old Jiu hard a few times.

The key point was that, based on nearly twenty years of experience, the problem could basically be determined not to stem from his own memories, but rather that all the situations he had encountered since transmigrating seemed specifically targeted at his memories.

As she busied herself, Ning Ran, who was busy building a fire and stir-frying dishes, watched Zheng Xinjian—who was drawing pure water—tumble headfirst straight into the spring. He hurriedly dropped the heavy iron wok in his hand and rushed toward the nearby spot.

After all, they were risking their lives to help. If the few of them couldn't even wait for this short moment, then his asking them to ambush Tiancan and Dique would be a joke—he would simply be courting death himself.

"And me, Old Jiu." Having spoken, Old Jiu gave Old Six's shoulder a heavy slap, the kind delivered with considerable force.

Not fully grasping the situation, Jia Gui wore a smug expression on his face, tossed his head back, flicked his traitorous middle-part hairstyle, and clapped his hands.

A cluster of flames landed beside Tian Wuchang. Ning Ran's soul looked down at the old friend whose face had relaxed considerably, and spoke.

Facts proved that Jiang Nuan's method was very effective. Although they couldn't be called exceptionally close, at least the family managed to get through that initial awkward and stilted moment.

There was not even any surprise for a long time; it felt as if dust had settled and the head had fallen. Kneeling down and striking one's own face was done in one smooth motion, without the slightest hesitation or drag, and it even gave a strange sense of relief, making the heart feel more settled than sitting there in terror waiting to be called out.

Lin轩, who claimed he could pull off a grand spectacle, was going to take her somewhere. The moment she took Lin Xuan's hand, they arrived at a destination.

After I nodded in silent agreement, Zhou Tong quietly slipped away. Having been through those harrowing events, I was no longer afraid of the dark. Although there were night-vision goggles in my backpack, I didn't bother to dig them out, feeling instead that my eyes were clearer than before, vaguely discerning the outlines of my surroundings.

A red "V"-shaped seagull instantly appeared in Du Ziluan's right eye, and a red light barrier swept across Lilitia's body in an instant. Her movements stopped abruptly.

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other and then nodded, indicating they understood what was going on.

Seeing Analika's innocent expression, completely oblivious to what he meant, Lota helplessly sighed and gave up on complaining about it. He pulled the conversation back to business, which was the main purpose of this trip.

He looked again at the white cloth in his hand, which bore six characters, none of which Du Zixuan could recognize.

"Brother Lin Xuan is amazing! Is this a Dao diagram? Are the fish in the sea Kunpeng?" Ye Jingxue's beautiful eyes shone brightly. She had heard of the divine beast Kunpeng—it turned into a peng when emerging from the water, and was a kun when entering the water, which meant it was a giant fish.

"What question?" Seeing Du Zixuan agree, Sun Xuan'er felt a surge of joy in her heart. She wasn't really counting on Du Zixuan to use his manga to reverse Mu Cheng'an's mindset; she had already prepared plenty of things herself, and the manga could only be considered adding fuel to the fire on top of that foundation.

What manner of entity the Nine Dragons Grand Hall was, this old man certainly knew, because it was the very core of the Nine Dragons Miracle, and entering it without the strength of a sage was impossible. And as for who Zhang Kun was, he knew that best of all; after all, ever since coming to the Nine Dragons Miracle, Zhang Kun had always been their supreme leader.

Although the aggressive breakthrough of the wedge-shaped warships just now had thrown their own camp into utter chaos, when all was said and done, it was merely a disruption of formation.

Yet, deep within her heart, that longing for Mo Yi suddenly surged like a tidal wave. Even knowing that what she saw before her was merely a phantom, Ying Lili still hoped he could say something to her, even if it were just a single sentence. That alone would be enough, enough to smooth away all the anxiety and restlessness in her heart.

From beginning to end, Zhao Qiang didn't react much. Most of the time, his eyes remained fixed on the elevator. When the team members saluted, Zhao Qiang remained indifferent, simply nodding to Wang Baoquan as a greeting, completely ignoring the various winks and glances the team members threw his way.

If the two commanders hadn't placed him in a corner of the drill ground, Xiaohou suspected that even with his freakish defense, he would have had a few ribs crushed right in the middle of that surging crowd. He truly had no idea how those unlucky new recruits caught in the very center managed to survive.

Liu Feng's divine sense spread out like an octopus, gradually covering the entire body of the sword embryo. Intricate talismans, invisible to the naked eye, were being carved by him onto the flying sword. These exquisite talismans not only offered aesthetic enjoyment but, when necessary, served as even more terrifying weapons of murder.