Volume One, Chapter 106: The Signature-True Heiress from the Seventies: Why Are You Panicking When I Head to the Countryside?(Bright and luminous moon)

The Dong couple stood still, finally grasping the situation. Dong Qiang shouted furiously, "You wretched girl! You know full well we're your parents, yet you pretend not to!"

The police officers halted at once; they were unarmed, as regulations forbade carrying firearms except in special circumstances.

Suddenly, a lotus flower as large as a face appeared before him, radiant and golden. The petals emitted a dazzling brilliance, so intense that no one could keep their eyes open.

"Master Cheng, what is the public sentiment now?" Time seemed to freeze; though no immediate signs were apparent, strange anomalies would surely arise.

For ordinary folk, there was little benefit in venturing forth this time. The authorities would likely reply: "No one died, so there's no need to pursue the matter."

Though the beast-fire had been devoured and Qingtan herself gravely wounded, her cultivation remained at the Cycle Realm. Thus, when Tang Feng unleashed that wild, furious palm strike, Qingtan instantly moved, swiftly dodging to the side.

But at that moment, watching Xu Shuanglu and Wu Da, their backs already turned, memories of their dismissive conversation echoed relentlessly in his mind.

There was another reason: the Soul-Gathering and Blood-Condensing Array had produced an inner pellet, which Tang Feng could use to replenish a specific amount of primal energy.

Earlier, in the Dream-Sleep Township, he had been constrained, unable to unleash the Wheel of Reincarnation fully, fearing he might shatter the space in one blow.

Left with no alternative, Tang Feng chose to confront Shi Weihan, using himself as bait to draw Shi's attention, thus creating an opportunity to strike.

"It's your fault for lacking talent, yet you insisted on making martial arts a wager. I taught you anyway; whether you learn or not is your own affair!" As he tidied the chessboard, Zhou Botong gloated gleefully.

Murong He immediately brought saline solution for Zhibao's infusion, but due to circumstances, could not grasp Meatbun's hand.

If this goal could be achieved, Steed Arms Company would become the largest military enterprise in America, allowing Li Mu to launch a full-scale offensive against Colt and Winchester.

Obediently, Yun Chong removed his outer garments and sat down, slipping one sleeve off the inner robe to expose the wounded area.

A dull sensation pressed on his chest, as if countless unknown objects clogged his lungs and esophagus, making him nauseous. His entire body felt as if it had sunk into a pool of glue, sticky and sluggish, unable to move.

Since ancient times, Chengdu had been the political and economic center of southwest China. By 2015, the city had grown into an international metropolis.

If any mishap occurred during this period, the reputation painstakingly built up for China's infantry rocket launchers would vanish instantly. There was no help for it: weaponry was a brutally pragmatic business. If a product was good, no matter how ugly, it would be sought after; if it was useless, even the prettiest would be left to rot, ignored by all.

"Everyone, take your positions! This is the critical moment to showcase the North Alliance's strength!" Wang Dahu raised his fist and roared. His men clambered atop the city wall, forming orderly ranks, exuding the aura of seasoned warriors.

Yun Qixi awkwardly moved aside and sat, then untied the bamboo tube strapped to her foot, pulled out the slip of paper inside, and unfolded it.

Yin Gezhi made no effort to avoid her gaze, laying several sheets openly on the table, all filled with news transmitted from outside.

I knew December 21st was their greatest concern. Now, anything I said was meaningless, so I spoke no further, determined to do whatever little I could.