Traveling Through the Middle Ages 047

"What is it?" Luan Rui's curiosity was laced with a thinly veiled sorrow of regret; he clearly did not yet know that the Tomb Dust had lost all its magical power.

Descending the mountain was much easier than climbing it. While still at the peak, Doudou had spotted a massive lake inside Youzhou City, and as soon as they reached the bottom, she began making a fuss about going to play there.

"Shi Quan" within the spiritual altar grew somewhat restless; should the physical body be destroyed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Hua Ruoshui warmly invited them to help themselves to whatever they liked, but in the end, no one touched a thing, creating a rather awkward atmosphere.

Tossing and turning upon the bed, his chest churned violently. It was already past six o'clock; the sky had brightened, and the sun was rising.

He had merely taken on a disciple—and a rather disobedient one at that—so why was he feeling so deeply concerned?

Xiao Shouyi felt a sudden warmth blossom in her chest, her expression softening. In a rare display of tenderness, she sent him a message as well.

The glass coffin was lifted from the wooden cart onto the ground, positioned directly beneath the open-air balcony. Mo Luo glanced at it, and had his throat not been so parched from the recent reprimand, he would have spat upon it to vent his frustration. He licked his lips, and turning around amidst the closing sound of the Hell Rose's gate, he walked away.

At this thought, Hu Xian'er's cheeks still burned slightly. Although things were not entirely clear to her yet, she had roughly grasped what so-called "husband and wife" actually entailed.

Passing by those waitstaff, she cast them a haughty, glaring look. Seeing them now hanging their heads in silence like stray dogs, she felt somewhat better inside.

"Haha, Yingying-jie, if you keep acting like this, you'll never find a boyfriend." Liu Lang considered himself a rather kind person, so why did he suddenly feel such an urge to rile up Li Ying?

"Yesterday's?" Xue Linfen lightly stroked her chest, pleasantly surprised and thrilled all at once, and moved to open the jewelry box on the spot to admire it.

The Black Hawk helicopter was a model China had long desired to replicate, but from the 1980s until a few years ago, no breakthrough had been made. It was only when Lin Peng contributed those technical documents a few years ago that the indigenous variant of the Black Hawk, the Z-20, finally achieved a breakthrough, completed its development phase, and entered active service.

"You—what did you do to them?" Wang Luo asked in astonishment as he looked at those beside him. Hadn't the opponent just pulled out a single card?

"Liu Lang, say that again!" Li Ying's voice carried such a fantastical tone that Liu Lang involuntarily associated her with the wicked witch from a fairy tale.

This caught Liu Lang somewhat off guard. On one hand, the old man seemed to be the shrinking coward Ah Jie had described; yet on the other hand, Liu Lang always felt this old man was not simple. Even the way the old woman treated Ah Yong—could that have been at his behest as well?

Launching air-to-ground missiles from a distance of two hundred kilometers was exceedingly safe. Currently, no anti-air missile could strike a low-flying warfighter two hundred kilometers away.

Jennifer Connelly became red-hot in the market after winning the Shadow Queen award. She didn't need to worry about her career; right as she was leaving Los Angeles, she had just secured an endorsement deal with Balenciaga.

"Let's take a break, everyone." By the time Dion Wilson announced the break, everyone's throats felt a bit dry. Song Ya looked up and saw that it was already midday.

"There is indeed some information, but we cannot be certain if this is specifically the item in question. Furthermore, this object is damaged, making verification even harder," Liu Lang spoke truthfully, genuinely unsure of the exact situation.

PS: Work has been quite busy lately, and I get home very late at night, exhausted. I'll save up for a massive update for everyone this weekend.

Sato Kazuto's expression froze, a terrifying murderous intent flashing in his eyes. Targeting Jiang Qingjiang's neck, he kicked him squarely in the back of the head. Jiang Qingjiang was sent flying instantly, crashing down onto the fighting ring.

Jiang Kaitran only then remembered that earlier in the year, there had been a Crossing Fire movie with the exact same title, featuring this very plot.

"Knowing is enough!" Li Ling was usually a man of few words, nor was he one to readily open his heart to others, yet he genuinely cared for his subordinates.

Logging into Crossing Fire, Jiang Kaitran devoted himself entirely to the game. No matter how vast the world was, nothing mattered more than completing his own mission.

Juqu examined Su Gien's injuries, noting they were merely skin abrasions. Su Gien quietly confided his worries to Uncle Juqu. Juqu applied ointment to his legs and secured them with wooden splints.

The next breath, amidst the extreme terror in everyone's eyes, Brahma—now transformed into an aged visage—was completely reduced to a pile of ash within the hellfire, dissipating into the space around them.

Yelao had no choice but to reveal Wang Yi's identity. Ou Zhongbao stared at Yelao for a long while, his expression turning somewhat grotesque.

With a crisp "crack," the massive table in the center of the room was split directly in two by a fierce surge of aura.

Duyuan, Gu Qingshian, and the scene before them: the seven grand elders of the Nine Peaks Sect, several representative disciples of the sect, and the deans of the nine major academies were already seated.

"Inform Feng Qin's family team to have her swap shifts; from now on, Feng Qin no longer needs to make tofu," Father Qiu said in a deep voice.

Who could have guessed that upon transmigrating to antiquity, she would find herself utterly solitary and helpless, with no one to protect her? Was encountering Cao De truly destined by fate? As he stood on the verge of forcing himself upon her in bestial violation, would she really just let herself be ruined like this? Was there truly no one who could come to save her?

This year, Han Shan was twenty-four in nominal age, but because his birthday had not yet passed, his actual age was twenty-two. The age on his ID card had merely been exaggerated by a year back then, so no matter how one calculated it, Han Shan could not possibly be older than Wang Cuihua.

Dou Zhanlong gazed at Old Ghost, the intent to kill him that he originally harbored silently fading away before he even realized it.

Though it sounded absurd, the true marvel of martial arts lay right here. For those proficient in the martial arts, provided they were not decrepit with age, their combat capabilities genuinely could grow stronger as the years advanced. After all, martial arts relied on far more than mere brute strength.

Therefore, a saying circulated throughout the Jianghu: "Rather dance with Bureau Chief Xing than drink with him."

Yuan Shao sneered and said, "Right on time! I was just about to look for you, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep." He ordered the premier general, Yan Liang, to swiftly muster a force of fifty thousand troops and follow him out of the city to crush the enemy.

A mother carried an immense amount of worries; they had only just gotten engaged, and already her thoughts had drifted to future wedding matters.

The elevator doors opened, and Charlie led us outside a certain room. I noticed several burly men in black suits standing outside the door, who appeared to be bodyguards. Those bodyguards demanded that we present our identification documents, threatening to bar our entry otherwise, and Charlie made the same demand of us.