Volume 1, Chapter 24: Joyous Tidings for the First Branch

Luo Yifan swaggered away with the money, leaving Marbury standing there in astonishment. It was strange that the casino attendants didn't follow him and made no attempt to use other means to take the money back.

Most of the officials in the northern counties were direct appointees from the political departments of the former Grand Marshal's Office of the Guards. After all, special forces were the most mysterious and formidable units of the national military. Upon hearing that Zhao Qibing, Liebao, and Tianlang were all retired special forces veterans, Chen Shaohua and Zheng Zhiyong could not help but admire them.

Thirteen hundred years later, Chen Lixin and Sanmao emerged from the alchemy room. The sect leader, Fu Ming, was personally keeping watch outside, his demeanor exceptionally respectful.

Before departing, Lin Hao made a trip to the private kitchen restaurant. He needed to update Han Xue on the situation and ask her to look after his home while he was away for the next few days.

The Imperial Palace on Peace Star was the largest and most opulent restaurant on the planet. In the most luxurious private room, Dandan quietly activated a global broadcast. They were about to leave Peace Star. Once they were out and discovered by the Star Alliance, they would face a bloody hunt. Before leaving, a final moment of madness was mandatory.

Finally, Xu Jiayi called her mother, telling her not to cook dinner as they would be eating out that night. Zhang Meiling eventually agreed.

Thinking it over carefully, most of those who chose to drop into Pochinki were likely teams confident in their own skills.

Jin Niang was puzzled by the glare. She looked at the Empress, who offered a helpless, bitter smile and steered the conversation toward Jin Niang's pregnancy, clearly wanting to avoid the subject.

After asking the NPCs along the way, they finally found the cathedral. It was a typical Romanesque structure, its sharp spires piercing the clouds, with countless towers orbiting like stars, creating an indescribable sense of vastness and grandeur.

The Crown Prince became interested, the fleeting sense of loss in his heart vanishing; he was very happy to be involved in anything concerning Ying-er.

Li Yun felt a suction force emanating from the palm, reaching straight into his soul. He felt the various laws within his primordial spirit being drawn by this force, as if they might be torn from his body at any moment.

"Exactly, they say the project will be finished by the end of the year. We might be able to spend the New Year in our new home." Feng Lihua’s eyes crinkled into slits at the thought of such a bright future.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!..." Seeing someone coming to cause trouble—the same people who had just snatched their food—Doudou and the Snow Leopard were having none of it. Their fur bristled, and when the man pointed at Li Yunfei, the Snow Leopard charged forward without hesitation and bit him hard.

Li Yun sighed, "Alas! The dead are gone. The most important thing now is to preserve your own life so that you can return the remains of your two seniors to the Ice Plains. Fallen leaves return to their roots; dying in a foreign land is not what anyone hopes for." He reached out and handed two storage bags to Zhou Leiming.

Knowing that the geothermal pipes had cracked the previous winter due to the contractor's negligence, Zhu Zhu had the workers rip up the floor and redo the heating system. The male owner living across the hall, who prided himself on having the most high-end renovation in the building, was left completely dumbfounded when he saw them redoing the geothermal work.

"Don't worry, there's no illness. I've just been feeling listless lately and prefer lying in bed. It's nothing," Lady Ai said, patting her hand to comfort her.

The verbal sparring between the two massive armies clearly did not cease because of Huo Wu Liulan’s overwhelming killing intent. After all, the number of troops on both sides was staggering, stretching for nearly a thousand kilometers in a dense, unbroken mass. One could only imagine how vast their numbers were.

Xiyue observed Gu You for a while and, noticing he seemed quite unhappy, secretly wrote a note and passed it over.

Nan Qiyue was wearing a fluffy pink sweater with a coat over it, complete with bear ears on the hood, looking as adorable as could be.

Because it was at the main gate, true experts could not be blocked, so the buried bomb fragments were only of primary and intermediate grade.

"Yes, I told Zhan Qiu to stay here obediently and not wander off. I am certain she wouldn't disobey me and run around. They must have stayed right here until they were kidnapped!" Lu Baishuang frowned.

I guided this nameless energy to my fingertips and pointed at a tree in front of me. A faint, shimmering current shot from my finger like an arrow, piercing a hole straight through the tree.

The other three stone men swarmed toward Xiao Ran, their momentum soaring and their fighting spirit high, as if they were confident they could trap him there.

Seeing the child accusing him of not being a good father, his heart ached as if pierced by a knife.

After years of meticulous planning and scheming, it all amounted to nothing but a piece of absurdity.

Although repeating it in his mind had taken a moment, it was only a brief delay.

Zhuo Feiqing hadn't encountered trouble early or late, but specifically on the day Zhuo Yunxiao and his sister entered the palace, and specifically when Zhuo Dongyang announced that Qiu Ran was to be posthumously named Empress and moved into the imperial mausoleum.

Seeing the heavy bruises on her wrists from Fu Bei Chen's tie, she couldn't help but imagine many intense and scandalous scenarios.

"Your strength has already surpassed mine by quite a bit. There is no point in continuing this fight; it won't be of much use to you. You should seek out stronger opponents for sparring," Zhang Xiong admitted with difficulty, acknowledging the gap between himself and Wang Feng.

When Xie Qingquan crossed the "Naihe Bridge," accidents happened one after another, and things did not go smoothly at all. First, his spirit tablet flipped over, forcing him to start again, then one of his shoes fell off.

At the time, he was just acting casually; he didn't know what kind of character Zhuo Jing was. The script only covered the first few episodes, and he knew nothing of what followed.

Wang Junqing's blog was always loved by his fans, as he rarely posted advertisements and mostly wrote about his daily life. Even when he occasionally promoted a show, it was done in a way that didn't feel annoying.