Chapter 38

The brazenness of that old man filled Han Zhenhan with indignation. While the refugees’ sudden uprising for the sake of survival and their looting of landlords and the wealthy might have been understandable, biting the hand that fed them was an act of base ingratitude.

Shunzi was the first to spot the enemy, but since he was bringing up the rear, by the time he realized what was happening, their entire unit had already been completely surrounded.

The painting bore no inscriptions or signatures; it was impossible to tell who had created it or to which era it belonged.

Xie Feng had been tortured in prison and was still nursing his wounds. One could only wonder how he had fared over these past few days. If his wounds festered and his tongue rotted away, he would never be able to speak again.

Looking out, everything was a vast expanse of white. Even the trees and houses were blanketed in snow; the entire world had become a realm of ice and frost.

"How do you intend to sell that snow-milk dessert? Are you offering the recipe or the ingredients?" Manager Luo asked.

If not for the presence of the numerous Black Armored soldiers, Han Zhenhan might truly have dragged Tang Wanyun from the carriage. But there are no "ifs" in this world, so Han Zhenhan could not bring himself to use force and simply had to take her along.

They were not far from the edge of the human base. Occasionally, chaotic currents of the Void would appear, which, in theory, made it unsuitable for a large army to engage in combat.

The December weather was already bitter. Outside, the cold wind howled so fiercely that I dared not even open the windows. Whenever I did, I could hear the gale whistling past—a sharp, piercing, and high-pitched sound.

All that remained to be done was to wait for the formation of the United Void Fleet and then set off toward the other side of the Sea of Stars.

Looking up, I saw the entire night sky suddenly collapse, turning pitch-black, with not a single star or moonbeam to be seen.

President Lei nodded upon hearing this. The point Zhou Feng raised was indeed crucial. Although it was early 2012, many people in the country had never used or even known what a smartphone was. Even the advertisements from many manufacturers in the mobile industry focused on slogans like "Owning Your First Smartphone."

The entertainment industry is a game of musical chairs; if you step down, I might rise. If you earn less, I might earn more. If you are out of the game, even better—everyone celebrates.

The inheritance of Zhao Xingxian was different. It contained only three specific formation diagrams, arranged from simple to complex, following a logical progression. More importantly, the inheritance held numerous rare classics, as well as the insights and realizations of his predecessors.

With the situation changing abruptly and falling into a tight encirclement, "Eighth Master" did not expect to escape easily. His flight just now had merely been a lure to facilitate his next move. As he reversed his posture, the "Jade Dharma Blade" spun rapidly.

Suddenly, Chang Wuji erupted into action, his entire body ablaze like a human torch, his Fire-Pointed Spear thrusting fiercely toward himself.

Chu Qiuxin was already panting for breath. She had been acting in tandem with Bai Xiaosheng and had not rested since the start. If she were to die here, it would likely cement Bai Xiaosheng’s reputation as a jinx, remembered by everyone as the greatest expert to be tricked to death by him.

Douyin, the "beloved child" of Fang Zhe and Feng Xue, finally embarked on its path of large-scale globalization, supported by various forces, resources, and a stroke of good fortune.

Lu Chen dialed Gou Batian’s number, but no one answered; it indicated that the phone was out of service. Lu Chen frowned, feeling even more uneasy. Could it be that even Gou Batian had met with an accident?

Fu Xun felt exhausted. After concluding his conversation with Xiang Xiao, he went to a hot spring spa. During this time, he arranged for his subordinates to investigate the past relationship between his foster mother and the Jiang family.

As they opened their eyes, both the irises and the whites were pitch black. They were filled with the suffocating pressure of darkness, yet in the presence of the dark Yang Tian, they appeared humble and subservient.

Fu Xun tumbled to the side, and Jiang Fei finally managed to break free again. He rolled over and crawled toward the edge of the bed, only to be subdued by Fu Xun from behind once more.

"Since when did the Black Hawk Mercenary Group start peddling such low-level trash as drugs?" Chen Ang walked to the table, sat down, crossed his legs, and glanced sideways at Black Hawk.

Lord Zhang, with his thick, bushy beard, came to the side of Ji Chang, staring intensely at the object in Ji Chang's hand.

Three days later, Ling Xiao returned on schedule. He descended upon the Xiangshan Cemetery, holding the divine sword in an exquisite sandalwood box, and walked step by step into the depths of the cemetery.

This was more than just buying a mirror; it was obtaining a protective umbrella. These 500 million immortal coins were truly well spent.

Of course, the Golden Scale in the pond never imagined that the Carefree Fairy was the Carefree Swordsman herself. They had not only met before but had also shared many entanglements, grievances, and romances.

A crater nearly a kilometer deep had appeared where the meteorite was struck, and the edges of the pit had been completely crystallized.

Yan Qing lay on the roof of the boat, peering downward. Several crew members' corpses lay scattered across the deck, and a few men in black were moving them into a cabin.

At that moment, the sudden appearance of Lan Ye startled Bian Bi'an so much that she nearly let out a piercing scream.

If the Gao family were not so wealthy and powerful, would so many people be coveting the position of this "Martial Arts Trio"?

Was it him? Nemo was stunned at the thought of that person. Would this not be against the rules? What if something went wrong?