Chapter 152: The Gloomy Marsh (Part 3)
After finishing the first one, the woman continued with the second, and then the third. Her mouth was greasy and her hair was a mess, yet she completely abandoned all regard for her appearance. Even the black crow at her feet was eating with utter delight.
The fire had long since died out, leaving not even a glowing ember, reduced to a pitch-black...
"Th... that, I've already told my big brother how to make fire and build wooden cabins." Mio timidly raised her hand. Only after hearing what Xiulun had just said did she realize she might have done something wrong.
Instead, I was surrounded, my scalp stinging from being yanked, and with the world spinning around me, I genuinely wished someone would just give me a hammer so I could finish myself off.
Since he kept pestering me with no end in sight, I simply used his QQ to register an account for him, and even went so far as to professionally top it up with money for him.
The mere thought that he could look so happy when I choked Huang Simin, yet still insisted on wearing the label of "Huang Simin's Man," filled me with an indescribable agony.
Because the scope of the project exceeded Chu Wanqing's initial plans, the construction took a full five days. Looking at the majestic and imposing walls, a sudden surge of pride welled up within the beastmen's hearts.
After all, that force was too overwhelming. Chen Mohan stumbled and crashed straight into the man's embrace.
"Forget it, stop overthinking it, just try copying one!" Yun Jiao urged hastily.
Qiao Guang was more than happy to see this happen; if a fight actually broke out, it would be even better, as he could finally witness what kind of concept the top fifty's strength truly represented.
Though she had mentally prepared herself long ago, upon seeing the ultrasound diagnosis, she still could not bear the reality of it.
Qiao Guang stared at him in astonishment, looking as though he had seen a ghost. The captain assumed he was merely shocked by the heavy trust being placed in him and paid it no further mind.
"Wh—ah! Lian!" Although she had already heard how Ren Pindi had bewitched her younger sister, hearing Lianlian say those words right to her face still made Jue immensely shy. She instantly covered her crimson cheeks with her hands.
Jinhegu tossed away his cigarette butt, crossed his arms over his chest, and spat out two cold words: "Unruly mob!" With that, he walked toward his luxury car, unwilling to bother himself with the mess here and leaving Qi Baoxiang to clean it up.
"That sallow-faced man has actually shown up again. Ye Hao, deal with him, and as for that damned arrow-insect, leave it to me," Tang Tang said.
The Japanese navy had been completely annihilated during the Korean campaigns of the Wanli era. Although the country had stabilized since then, its maritime strength was desperately weak, and its navy was utterly pathetic. Just twenty-odd Dutch warships would be more than enough to give them a taste of devastation.
The universe shook violently, and time and space intertwined to form a bizarre vortex, completely disrupting the river of epochs. Yet the man and the insect, separated by a million years, remained completely unaffected—a truly terrifying sight that begged the question of what realm their cultivation had actually reached.
"Two months at most," Li Batian said indifferently, believing that the matters in the Golden Triangle would surely be resolved within that time.
Lu Boyan put forward his conditions first. Xu Jinfeng had mentioned that jade carving to him countless times; it was the apple of his eye, but for the sake of the carving technique of the Single-Word Formula, he gritted his teeth and threw caution to the wind.
Ever since the incident, Tang Xin had never once entertained the idea of running all over the world, pulling strings, seeking powerful backers, or pouring out grievances for help. In his eyes, this was never a clash between justice and evil, but a purely personal entanglement of gratitude and resentment, only that Peng Xiu and his gang liked to wrap themselves in grand banners of the nation and country for their own pretentious purposes.
Sister Hua nodded with absolute certainty, saying, "Yes, to the point of being exceptionally intimate, even sharing scandalous secrets. When we are together, we can speak the most hidden words and do the most intimate things, and then we become the best of friends, forming an unbreakable clique! This is what the ancients called 'jackals and wolves colluding together.'"