Chapter 62: Tang Liu Tells a Story

"Mmm, delicious! This tastes so good. It's the best pastry I've ever eaten in my life." Tang Liu nearly choked, forced it down, and praised endlessly, "Third Young Master Zhao, the things you have here are truly wonderful."

"You brat, how old are you even, already talking about 'in your life'?" Zhao Minghua glared at him twice. "If it's so good, keep your ears open when you go to the capital in the future, listen more, and come back to tell my cousin. My cousin loves stories about the capital the most."

...

Arriving at the shattered corner of the building, he could directly see several nearby structures, all of which had been reduced to ruins. The once-prosperous streets were now littered with fallen concrete boulders and all kinds of debris. It was truly just as the bullet comments in the livestream had described: this place looked like a nuclear apocalypse in a movie, a living hell on earth.

Yet these matters were things Empress Dowager Li had to handle thoroughly; otherwise, securing peace and stability in her twilight years would be exceedingly difficult.

For a moment, Captain Liu of the fire department was left somewhat speechless by this barrage of professional terminology.

Calculating this way, Jiao Ming felt he had taken a massive loss, so how could he possibly reconcile himself to it? He brought a flashlight to the site of the explosion, briefly assessed the wind direction and speed, and then determined the spatial coordinates vertically downward. Just as he was planning to gather men tomorrow to dig three feet into the ground, the world suddenly spun and he staggered violently.

Lin Chong nodded, and Lu Zhishen asked again, "Yet you only have eighty-six men; what good can that possibly do? Do you seriously intend to lead them to Guanzhi to fight the western bandits?"

"Humph!" After reading the intelligence report, Malin slammed it heavily onto the table, letting out a dissatisfied cold snort.

"Wang Xin!" Chen Yu couldn't help raising his volume. People nearby all looked over, and even Yang Kayi, who was making a phone call not far away, turned her gaze toward them.

Qin Aiguo was helpless as well. Had he not understood Zhang Pingze's temperament, he would have surely fallen out with him long ago. Since Zhang Pingze said it like that, he definitely had arrangements in place, which was why he spoke with such certainty.

"Alright, you two cousins, one moment you're stepping on each other, the next you're praising each other. What kind of show are you two putting on here?" Wang Xin shook her head as she watched them.

Ji Chenxi, sitting on the other side of the backseat, looked straight ahead with unfocused eyes and gave no verbal reply.

Haoran was seen abruptly pulling Wuchang's hand, grabbing the dissection tools nearby to store them into his spatial storage, while simultaneously holding a scroll in his hand.

...

"Then... get some rest! I'll take the bowls back to the kitchen!" Nan Changruo said nothing, turning sideways with her back facing Xuan Qi.

Just as Nan Changzhen was about to reach out to take a piece, Nan Changhan raised his hand to block him. Nan Changzhen glanced sideways at Nan Changhan, picked up the teacup from the table, pushed the lid aside, and took a sip of tea.

"Fairies, we still have some matters to attend to and will come join you shortly." Su Qianxue exchanged a subtle glance with the others, who understood tacitly, bowed, and walked off in the opposite direction.

To be honest, before her mother was murdered, she too had lived a life of luxury and had never touched such chores. Now having to do them, she found it a bit difficult to adapt at first.

Inside the Chengming Hall, Nan Changhan was sorting medicinal herbs in the courtyard when Nan Changzhen walked in carrying a box.

However, the first thing she did after regaining her freedom was not to flee for her life alone, but rather to step in front of Luo Chen, shielding him from behind.

You must know that I personally escorted Seventh Uncle out, and I am absolutely certain that Seventh Uncle is not in this desert city.

Jian Ning's mouth twitched. Did he think she enjoyed getting in his way? Such a narcissist and utterly shameless. She was glad that the two rounds of lovemaking had also exhausted Gu Jingchen, sparing her from being tormented further.

Although dawn was approaching, Hua Yunyan, listening to Long Tian recount his experiences, felt not a trace of sleepiness; instead, her emotions grew increasingly high-strung.

Each department would first hold its own preliminary matches, and the champions of each department would then gather to compete in a final tournament.

Fairy Xiao was so frightened she let go of her hand, but immediately reacted and grabbed Mu Zi again, prompting Mu Zi to emit chirping sounds.

I couldn't quite hear my mother's words clearly, nor did I have the heart to ponder their meaning, because my ears hurt so intensely that it felt as if they were making the sound of bones fracturing.

What if something similar happened in the future? Would I still stand by like today and let those people bully Sister Gu?

With a loud "boom," Tie Xia's brain felt as if it were about to explode with joy: "This...? Thank you, Brother Jun! Thank you!" Although Kwun Tong was considerably inferior to Wong Tai Sin, the whole gang still brought in over a million a month. It could truly be called a meteoric rise to heaven.

...

Although the softness of Sister Gu's lips felt exceptionally pleasant, what felt even better was that Sister Gu was holding me tightly, causing my body to press against two soft obstructions—that was the ultimate stimulation.

Meanwhile, the emergence of the rumors led people to actively seek out evidence. The Big Circle Gang providing protection was chiefly composed of demobilized soldiers; they strived to find employment for these veterans and their families; built factories in the mainland; and boosted mainland exports through entrepôt trade... It was just like the man who suspected his neighbor of stealing his axe: the more they looked, the more it fit.

The surface was covered with evolving patterns, extremely profound and akin to a sky full of stars, though many were submerged under layers of rust.

Only Qu Jin had anticipated this maneuver and thus prepared well in advance, holding his breath without inhaling.

Ruhan had escaped death by the skin of his teeth and was now gripped by terror toward the Heaven-Connecting Demonic Spider. Rather than fear of the spider itself, it was fear of death; only in the moments approaching the end did he realize how precious his life was, and he lacked the courage to continue challenging the overlord of Broken Guts Peak.

Jiang Liechen flipped his wrist, grabbed his right arm, advanced as flexibly as a slithering snake, pinched his shoulder, and tightened his five fingers simultaneously. A sharp pain shot through Constable Cui's shoulder, instantly draining his entire arm of strength. Seeing his shoulder blade was about to be crushed, he sought victory amidst mortal danger, hastily swinging his left fist toward Shen Shiyun.

Only then did Cheng Yitian see clearly that this white horse was vastly different from ordinary white horses. After running down the jackal, a bloody, abnormal protrusion stood out prominently on its forehead—it was actually a deformed horn.

Turning around to flee, he retrieved a gourd from his spatial ring and began playing a melodious tune upon it.

Zhu Qianjun spoke, beckoning Hu Tian over. Yet, what seemed like a casual remark sent a tremor through everyone's bodies, leaving them utterly stunned and dumbfounded.

"Qingqing, I recently received news that Zhang Cheng might accompany Yan She to the United States for about a week or so!" Huang Shaoshang said, moving a chess piece.

"Tang Mengling, get yourself prepared. An elder specializing in fire-attribute cultivation techniques has arrived at the sect, and they will definitely want to see you later!" Even though Xu Qingqing had already instructed her once, He Ding still couldn't rest easy and repeated it.

The Miasma Poison Beast was slightly startled, not expecting the Iron-Feathered Roc to have such a dark side to it as well, though it harbored no malicious intent.