Chapter 66: Magnanimity!

Chen Fan believed there was nothing wrong with what he said. Damn it, they're all archaeology majors—don't they have any discernment? This wine was just the lowest tier of Lafite. Chen Fan could guess the reason; ordinarily, it shouldn't have been this. It was simply that Zhao Ming lacked the flair, making Wu Hao hesitate. Besides, who cares what wine it is? Isn't it all just for drinking?

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It must be said that the 3D company now had its own studio in Hollywood, and it was among the best in its class. This was Ike’s idea: if you're going to do it, do it well.

“Husband, Cloud County is our own territory. Aren’t you going to do something to teach this scoundrel a lesson?” Liu Bing said angrily.

This fellow must have gone stir-crazy, and as he spoke, he started to ramble wildly, his imagination running riot until he himself was doubled over with laughter.

But was it possible? The divine general could, with a gesture, pierce five skulls and a snow mound from afar. Such unimaginable prowess—could Water Spirit really withstand it?

The diffusion limit of telekinesis at the advanced stage of the Flying Sand level was one kilometer; therefore, his perception limit was also one kilometer.

Li Shimin felt that everything in his heart was being seen through by Changsun Wuji, leaving him deeply embarrassed. Moreover, Changsun Wuji’s somewhat aloof tone made him feel at a loss.

Yet the Polish army’s resilience, the brilliant performance of the anti-tank grenade launchers, and the various mistakes made by the Germans themselves, all together failed to save Poland, nor did they slow the German advance beyond the timetable set by the German High Command.

“Comrade Chairman, perhaps we should wait for the results from the Central Asian front before deciding our next strategic move,” Tukhachevsky suggested. He favored eliminating Hitler first, but he did not wish to argue this point with Trotsky. After all, defeating Germany or China was not something that needed immediate consideration.

Upon hearing such good news, Yang Guang finally felt a bit better. All day long, he had been hearing reports of rebellions everywhere and defeats suffered by the imperial army, making him believe there were no generals left to use.

She unexpectedly raised her right palm, her eyes fixed intently on the wooden table several feet away, her expression quite grave. Within her dantian, qi was circulating ceaselessly. As soon as she struck the table from afar, she would know whether her recent dream was true or false.

Master Xu paused serenely, his demeanor so calm it seemed as though everything lay within his grasp.

Having said that, he pulled out the dagger found on Wei Lao Qi, took a wide step forward, leaping up to the tall, fluttering banner of the Hengbo troop.

The jade pendant hanging from the Ironwood Eagle’s neck shattered with a crisp snap, dissolving into powder.

“Xiang’er, are you saying that this distiller, shaped like a rice steamer, can produce liquor as clear as water?” Lü Hong picked up the sheet of paper and examined it carefully. No matter how he looked, the thing in the drawing was just a steamer used for cooking rice. The only difference was that it was taller, larger, and had an extra piece of bamboo attached.

What must come will come; what must be faced must be faced. Not everything can be avoided just because one wishes to.

“Mayor Qin, you look like you want a drink. How about I join you? I’ve heard your family’s osmanthus-aged brew is quite good. I’ve always wanted to try it,” Dong Xiaomei saw through Qin Feng’s thoughts and volunteered.

Perhaps this chapter of their story truly had ended. Whether they could rekindle their bond in the future depended on his resolve and what he could achieve. Before that, he finally realized that each encounter only added to their awkwardness, slowly eroding their affection.

Yu Xi ignored all advice and drove Qin Feng straight to Binjiang Middle Road. Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the Moon Bay Bar.