Volume 1, Chapter 30: Equipment Technology Exhibition

The moment the words left his mouth, one of the soldiers, his face already painted with greasepaint, grinned and bared several white teeth. Clearly, to them, such a question was far too naive and endearingly innocent.

In Gongsun Luyi’s heart, Chen Yun was no longer an ordinary junior fellow disciple, but a friend with whom she had shared life and death.

At these words, the astonishment of the three people on the battle bridge eased considerably. During the Second World War, the German-Japanese Axis had indeed held many advantages over the Allies in technology and tactics, but the outcome of the war proved that an advantage in overall strength was far more decisive than excellence in only a few individual areas.

“Not long ago, another letter arrived from New Mexico. There was no specific address on the envelope, but the letter mentioned that the weather was very dry and life terribly dull. Even so, everyone was still full of energy.” Having said this, the old man refused to continue and merely shook his head again and again.

As for the blue-and-white porcelain in Nie Yun’s hands, even Nie Yun himself would have found it difficult to tell whether it was genuine or counterfeit by sight alone.

Doris felt cold all over. Although she still stared at Tang Xin as fiercely as ever, she could no longer utter a word.

Cang Xue could not leave just yet. It was not that she had chosen the country’s work over Fang Yichen, as she had in the past. She simply had to hand over the work she was currently responsible for before she could leave with peace of mind. A little later, she would also go and seek out Fang Yichen herself.

“You white people really are...” The guide seemed too furious for words. Just then, the sound of whistles calling everyone to assemble came from the pass. Now and then, they could even hear an officer shouting for his men to hurry. They had evidently heard the cries and were mobilizing troops to investigate what had happened.

“The wedding hasn’t even begun, and they’re already drinking so heavily. Keep an eye on them and don’t let them get drunk.” Xiao Qing smiled. Her mood today could hardly have been better.

The operating system of Dreamspace was directly connected to his mind. Before he advanced to the Mythic Realm and his soul underwent another transformation, he was temporarily unable to sever that connection.

Fang Yufei waved his hand lightly. The dice thrower, who had been drenched in sweat moments earlier, stepped aside and respectfully handed him a set of gambling equipment.

Even Boss Ying and the other man, both of whom knew him well, found it somewhat difficult to believe that Yu Jianghai could be so generous.

Hearing that Qiu’er could stand shoulder to shoulder with His Majesty the Emperor, Ning Lu wept tears of joy. She knew she had finally encountered a benefactor and could at last leave this place.

Inside sat two old men, one white and one black. The reception staff introduced them in turn: the white man was the team’s head coach, Don Levy, while the black man was the team’s executive vice president and general manager, Elgin Baylor.

The man walking beside Liu Changjie looked utterly ordinary, bland and unremarkable. His footwork was just like his appearance—plain, solid, and somewhat clumsy.

In any case, there was no longer any punishment for failing the planar mission, nor was it compulsory to complete it. Since he was free to do as he pleased, it would be good to go and take a look first.

High atop a luxuriant tree, Su Weiyun stood concealed among layer upon layer of dense leaves.

The Blood Hand did not answer. Instead, he quietly used several methods to test the situation, but still achieved no result.

“Not as ornate or extravagant as those who favor traditional clothing—just plain and ordinary. This must be what people really looked like in the past.” The man sighed.

The moment Lord Liu heard that voice, his expression changed. But with matters having reached this point, suppressing them would no longer be easy.

“Very well. To avoid trouble later, let’s go out one more time and deal with the loose ends we haven’t completely taken care of.” Qiao spoke.

But if the other party was demanding a battle of souls, then they must possess great confidence in their own soul. Yet what realm was Mo Chen in, and what realm was his opponent in? To the middle-aged man, this was nothing short of contempt—a clear sign that Mo Chen was an arrogant and conceited fool.

A few points of firelight flickered indistinctly ahead. From time to time, several patrolling guards could be seen. Behind them lay a concealed cave.

Luo Ran listened quietly, and her opinion of Princess Yashan changed at once. No wonder she had been raised by the royal family; she truly possessed some bearing. Those words had been reasonable, compassionate, and profoundly righteous. Anyone who heard them would feel ashamed of themselves.

But Luo Ran was not just anyone.

Everyone had originally thought that the instant these two forces collided, they would once again unleash a tremendous shockwave.

A crimson flame rose from Shen Long’s body and plunged directly into the body of the Desolate Saint.

Had Luo Ran been conscious, she would certainly have wondered what purpose it served to station an Eighth-Stage guard in such a place. Yet she would also have been astonished by the change in her own state of mind. Back in the Blazing Flame Kingdom, Qian Mojiayi had been only at the Eighth Stage. If he knew that Luo Ran’s strength had now reached the verge of the late Vein-Shattering Stage, who could say what he would think?

Jinse wore a bright smile, but her heart was filled with bitterness. The Empress Dowager favored her—but how much effort had she expended to win that affection? And no matter how much the Empress Dowager liked her, could she truly grant her a marriage?

They gradually began to look at Li Wei’s departing back with respect. In this age, the strong were worthy of respect wherever they went.

When Ye Xiangyang saw the crimson flow beneath Bai Yun, he held her tightly and frantically kissed every part of her body, saying that he would cherish her forever and swearing that he would love her well.

Qiusheng followed his example and went after him. Though his posture was not as dashing as Uncle Jiu’s, it was at least proper, and he climbed effortlessly onto the roof.

Erzi walked over and tapped the tabletop. He could address Brother Liu as an equal, for they were of the same rank—both were the boss’s trusted followers.

Wawa glanced over the remaining schedule of the IG team and discovered a terrifying fact. He hurriedly signaled to Miller with his eyes. After years as partners, Miller immediately understood what Wawa meant.

Milan discovered four fox demons, each of whom had been cultivated for three or four hundred years. Judging by their sinister aura and muddled essence, they had certainly absorbed the vital energy of many men.