Chapter 42

"Ha! Seeing you radiant today, I pretty much guessed it. After all, we grew up together as close as sisters! I know whether you're about to fart or head to the restroom just by the way you stick out your backside!" Qingge’s words were no exaggeration; she truly regarded Yun Lan as a sister.

"Uh... I see. Then what is your goal in doing this? Riel, the project is already over for you." Mills hesitated.

A young man sat on the top floor of the Bright Moon Restaurant, specifically on the legendary moon-viewing terrace, renowned as the best spot in the entire establishment. The restaurant’s windows were wide open, designed to let players experience the life of a wandering hero, allowing them to leap in and out at will.

Listening to Jian Jianan’s sarcastic tone, Gu Mocheng frowned and slowly released her. Jian Jianan walked over to the desk, glaring at him while retrieving a mobile phone from the drawer. It was an old one she used to own; since breaking up with Gu Mocheng, she had replaced all her belongings, phone included.

Jian Jianan had debated whether to wear a hat to the playground, but now, with Gu Mocheng accompanying her, she walked out boldly without covering up at all.

Jiang Zining felt helpless, almost despairing, as he felt he would never be able to keep up with Jia Rui’s pace.

Previously, she hadn’t thought there was anything wrong with killing the Liu woman and her son, but it wasn't until Li Changqing was sentenced to death by slow slicing that she realized murder actually carried legal consequences.

"Senior Sister Feng, Junior Sister Duan, please check the sect once more to ensure this does not happen again," Xue Yusheng instructed.

I sensed something was wrong. Falling into Jiang Bihe’s hands would surely bring trouble, so I immediately headed to her bedroom. However, the room was empty; not a soul was there.

As Zhan Yunfei’s aura surged, a massive, ten-zhang-tall, three-eyed ice-crystal giant wielding a heaven-shaking hammer manifested behind him.

"Wait for me!" Yang Shaojie shouted, then dove into the water and swam with all his might. His friends were heading into battle, and he refused to be left behind far from the front lines; that was not what he wanted.

"What, what is happening here?" Yin Shiqi stared at the aftermath of the battle in disbelief.

Jiang Huairen feigned severe injury once more; he wanted to see how Xuanyuan Hong would react. If all else failed, he would just give up on the item.

The setting sun cast its glow over the land, draping the lush trees, red flowers, green hills, and blue waters in beautiful lines—a truly magnificent sight.

Jiang Huairen and his group went to the largest hospital in Southeast City. Upon reaching the entrance, Jiang Huairen saw countless people. He told Bai Niansheng and the others to wait outside while he went in. Due to the special circumstances, all medical staff were wearing protective gear while assessing the patients.

"Do you think I’m afraid of you? Let me give you a warning: don't be so pathetic and provocative, or you won't even secure a position as a concubine. Understand? For someone like you—a fake, manipulative bitch—every one that comes, I’ll tear down." With that, I sneered and swept away, leaving Jiang Bihe alone in the corridor.

In less than a year, he had become an analyst and was independently leading a team. Wan Li felt he had treated Wang Nuo well, but now Wang Nuo was reaching for the sub-account profits. If he let this slide, would he be handing over the financial research institute next? How were the others supposed to survive?

Yang Yi provided his address; Regi would find him on his own. All he had to do was focus and continue researching Petra’s files.

A Russian nuclear submarine had launched a missile at the United States. Well, there was no need to elaborate; a nuclear war was inevitable. Unlike a bomb hidden in a city, this was an act of total warfare—nothing could be more severe.

At that moment, about fifty meters away, a row of three-colored targets appeared: green, blue, and purple. Furthermore, the colors were not very distinct, almost blended enough to cause confusion.

For instance, the wine gifted by Yang Qiao, meant to be consumed at specific times, was usually stored in the cellar for a period before being retrieved. Then there was the wine commonly used in large restaurants, also stored. But these gifts were random. If it’s fine wine, how could it not be random? This restaurant, however, served purely random wine.

As the previous reincarnation of Roa, Ciel possessed power even closer to Roa’s than Arcueid’s. Having arrived in Misaki Town, Ciel had arrived even before Arcueid.

Old Huanhai recalled his youth; he never turned anyone away—or rather, they had to come. As long as he found them pleasing, he didn't care who they were.

Then, MacDonald’s vehicle arrived carrying a batch of the famous Claymores—the M18A1—along with many, many improved variants.

It turned out that for athletes with outstanding performance, there were dedicated camera crews in the team who would film footage to be used later when the athlete became famous or for special documentaries.

Tokugawa Ieharu took a few glances; the situation was roughly the same as what the soldier had reported, though with more specific details.

Perhaps the Emperor had aged and changed his temperament, now favoring lively festivities, or perhaps the Great Tang was finally showing signs of recovery. To boost the morale of the people, the Lantern Festival, which had been suspended for over thirty years, was finally being organized by the imperial court again this year.

At this moment, the East Advance Army’s morning drill had long since begun. Soldiers were shouting, charging shirtless, with steam rising from their bodies. A young, heroic-looking commander seemed to be furious.

"Son of the Prince of Zhennan"—these five words had long been associated with fragile, exquisite porcelain in Liu Nan’s mind; if not guarded carefully for even a moment, it could shatter into dust.

Lin Shufen could no longer tolerate it. She was just a dead girl whose mother had passed away; she had done enough by raising her for so many years. How dare she talk back to her now?