Chapter 89 What a Pity! We Can't Go Back 3

Immediately, a commotion erupted both on and off the stage. Standing below was Shang Linjun, motionless as if watching a play, doing nothing at all. Zhao Yiya, on stage, rushed forward to block He Zheyu, her emotions fraying as she said, "Zheyu, that's not Mo Qinghan, she just looks like her. She's Shang Linjun's wife."

Hearing Zhao Yiya's words, the fury in He Zheyu's eyes was enough to burn Zhao Yiya to ashes. He violently shook off her hand from his arm and, without saying a word, chased after her.

Watching He Zheyu pursue without even a hint of consideration, Zhao Yiya felt the air inside her body drain away, leaving nothing behind. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.

The socialites nearby hurried forward to help Zhao Yiya up.

Like a dream in a lover’s heart, reluctant to part at the Bridge of Magpies, Xiao Shan and Li Lili bid a lingering farewell. The two gazed at each other with deep affection; neither wished to leave first. At that moment, a sweet childish voice interrupted their tender stare.

However, since Zhe Kecun had fled from Xinzou, he shouldn’t have lingered in Raozhou. The combined troops of all towns in Raozhou barely amounted to ten thousand, entirely incapable of assisting the Zhe family’s army. Yet Zhe Kecun was confident that, so long as he didn’t split his forces, he could defeat Fang La’s main army head-on. That was truly playing with fire.

The company issued standardized badges and ties; any internal employee could be recognized at a glance. But once someone reached the level of regional manager, there were no such strict requirements, and the dress code for assistants was also lax. The other party hadn't identified their status.

That blast from the sky cannon seemed to transform the entire horizon into its energy, colors shifting endlessly across the sky. Players tens of kilometers away witnessed it and were utterly astonished.

Zhang Zizhong and Tian Boguang had gone over to Zhang Hanchen’s side, busy with unknown matters. The idle layabouts, having eaten their fill, sat among the flowers, laughing and joking with their companions.

The Soul Cleansing Pool had vanished and then reappeared. Lin Yu and his companions waited in silence, uncertain if it was luck, yet the pool had shown itself once more.

Like the Hand of Space, his attack power was weak, but his unique abilities made Chen Luo exceedingly pleased.

I remembered the old man who could transform into a crow. He had visited the palace a few days ago, prophesying the destruction of Lordaeron, and advising my father to lead all our people west to Kalimdor.

"Alright, since Director Guan is so sincere, I'll gladly accept." Zhang Wei said with a smile.

In other words, there was never a so-called fourth strongest family in the outside world. From this, one could see just how exalted the status of the top three families was.

"Boss Long, you're too generous. Honestly, I've never stayed in such a luxurious place before. It's a bit overwhelming, and the resting area is rather ordinary." Qiu Shaoqiang was straightforward, saying whatever came to mind.

After finding one of the needed materials among the supplies, Yun Fan didn’t pause, continuing to search. In the end, he found more than twenty kinds, almost so excited he nearly leapt for joy.

"Sir, you really don’t need to bother with such people. If you need anything, please let me guide you." Watching Long Xing remain calm, Xiu En felt this young man was not as simple as he appeared. Out of conscience, she kept urging him on the side.

Tang Hai appeared outside the distant window holding the adorable child. It was already eleven o’clock; the first service had ended, and this must be the second.

Lang Bing naturally didn’t understand Wei Renpu’s calculations, mostly for his own benefit. He didn’t know history and thought these years didn’t matter. But Lang Bing was well aware of their importance: in the sixth year of Xiande, Chai Rong died; afterward came the Chenqiao Station mutiny, Zhao Kuangyin donned the yellow robe, and the world changed its surname to Zhao.

Dwayne Johnson was a giant of a man, and so was Tang Hai. Moreover, Tang Hai had a ‘battle-ready’ physique, and his waist bulged, clearly carrying a gun.

After the storm, the morning air was exceptionally fresh. Yet in this peaceful dawn, a group of several dozen people escorted three horse-drawn carts, stealthily making their way through the valley.

On February first, 1992, the match between Wang Lei and Al Koehler attracted little attention from the media, who were more focused on another matter entirely.