Traveling through the Middle Ages 057

Baskets were scattered all over the broad wooden bed in front of the porch, and strings of cured meat hung densely along the pillars as he muttered in dissatisfaction.

However, upon learning that Qing Jiu had volunteered to treat the plague, the group easily managed to leave the capital.

Meanwhile, Tian Feifei was currently in the capital, where her investment negotiations regarding Didi Chuxing had reached a deadlock, prompting her to call Zhuo Yue for support.

It seemed that my intense concentration during the recent exorcism of the bamboo-chip Gu had inadvertently enhanced my inner vision.

No wonder when she was carrying that meat earlier, the weight had felt somewhat off; it turned out that a portion of it had been sent to the Jiang family by Qin Yinghuai.

After all, Shi Cheng had been unemployed since returning from the timber yard, and having no money for cooking oil, he had been running a tab at the supermarket. When things finally reached a dead end, the village committee even had to intervene. The village even raised money for his medical treatment, yet nothing conclusive was found.

Then she saw Lu Zheng extend both hands, raising two universal international gestures, and instead of speaking out loud, he mouthed an F-word greeting.

Because of this, the prefect of Liangzhou and the Liangzhou army had been constantly vying for him, not only promoting his rank but also attending to every aspect of his daily life, especially matchmaking and marriage prospects.

She was wearing a black slip dress today, featuring thin straps that exposed a large expanse of her chest and back. The form-fitting dress clung to her body, highlighting every curve of her slender waist.

The icy seawater swallowed her whole, and Zhuo Wuyou’s chest was instantly filled with fluid, depriving her of breath and leaving her powerless to break free.

A dark glint flashed in Yi Han's eyes as he pressed forward without stopping, slightly pulling up the scarf covering his face.

In the past, she had to scheme against the Second Prince and support the Fourth Prince. Later, after the Second Prince fell, she had more thoughts on her mind but fewer actual matters to handle, which simply meant she was idle. Now that she was busy again, things were much better—it would be best if she could stay this busy forever.

An uneasy premonition crept inch by inch into his heart. Lowering his head, he cast a sidelong glance at the person sitting nearby who was leisurely raising a wine glass and gazing out the window. For some unknown reason, Jiang Youcheng suddenly had a gut feeling that the plan had failed.

Xia Ange coaxed Big Girl for a long time before the child finally stopped crying. Because she had woken up early and cried herself out, she was soon lulled to sleep. Xia Ange placed Big Girl onto the brick bed before coming over to talk to Liang Jing.

Shuran gave him a reproachful look mixed with shyness and anger, then covered her slightly swollen red lips and ran away bashfully.

"Everyone, please quiet down!" Nakiri Azami arrived at the center of the venue, escorted by numerous guards holding umbrellas. Holding a microphone, he shouted loudly to quell the anger of the Totsuki students in the stands.

At that moment, both of them were scared out of their wits, especially Feng Laidi, who had been slapped across the face several times; her face was covered in red marks, and the corner of her lip was split, faintly oozing a trace of blood.

"That goes without saying. Look at whose grandson he is. Alright, you don't need to act aggrieved here. Giving you these few strokes is to teach you a lesson. If you had been swindled by those thieves to Hong Kong, your father would have endless troubles."

However, almost no players could win matches in "Crash Jackpot." Generally, players with high scores possessed racing skills far superior to those of low-score players, completely crushing them in technique. Thus, practically no player could reap generous rewards from "Crash Jackpot."

Re-entering prison, Xie Yiyang was assigned to a double cell, directly rooming with a death row inmate.

You should know in your heart whether the child in your belly is my son's or not. If you give birth to it and it's ours, I'll raise it; if it's not, you can go wherever you please.

Ye You nodded. This could be considered a decent restriction, but he still had one lingering doubt.

With that, he bowed deeply again toward the rest of the Kunlun members, deeply moved and speaking with immense agitation.

No one had been answering Pei Zhan's calls, leading Xia Qing to guess that he might have gone out on a mission; otherwise, Pei Zhan was someone who valued punctuality and kept his promises.

Du Chun'an nodded, glancing at Steward Ma as if he had guessed why the latter was so shocked and flustered.

Lightly leaping up to the crossbeams of the seventh-floor ceiling, it was still difficult to observe the surroundings without moving a muscle. The seventh floor differed from the other six; though the area was not large, it was brightly lit, and the decor was extremely luxurious, brimming with imperial royal flair.

As a disciple of the Hunyuan Sect, the highest honor after death was to be buried in the "Mountain of Heroes," and the old man knew he was not qualified.

Rather than waiting until the zombies grew increasingly powerful and difficult to kill, it was better to organize manpower in the early stages of the apocalypse to wipe out a massive horde of zombies. Although this reduced the probability of high-level crystal cores appearing, it simultaneously minimized human casualties.

Xia Yun bit her lower lip. She hated these people and wished they would all just die—how could she possibly want to save anyone? Yet Xia Qing's approach was the correct one; she could not let emotions dictate her actions now.

Li Changhuan turned out to be a company general manager, thirty-six years old, yet the original host was not registered under his household registry—they were not family on paper—and furthermore, he was a married man.

So during that period, I focused entirely on studying and playing basketball, and whenever I felt suffocated, I would look for Qian Yiwen. Slowly, I realized that I was trying to escape from certain things, or perhaps intentionally placing myself in another world.

Sitting at home with nothing to do, the computer room was no longer safe either; if anyone familiar with Dalong found out I was at a computer room, they would likely bring people right over to beat me up. I had to keep my composure and thoroughly put Dalong in his place by the afternoon.

"What did you promise the old man?" Before going to sleep, Luo Chenxi actually hadn't forgotten the matter. The moment he closed the bedroom door, this guy asked impatiently.

As he spoke, he broke into a violent fit of coughing, a trace of dark Qi surfacing on his face, making his aura even weaker.

Jeanne rowed a boat far more gracefully than Lingxiao. Her abundant bosom rose and fell with her movements, resembling undulating jade waves.

"Alright, thank you, but we don't have any other needs for now. If we do, we'll let you know," Lingxiao said.

In his own words, having spent his entire past life as a Genin without ever experiencing what it felt like to be a Chunin, now that he had finally leveled up, he hadn't even had his fill of it before being promoted to Jonin. Only a fool would agree to that.

While speaking, he walked over to the roadside to hail a cab. The evening rush hour had passed, so cars were relatively easy to flag down. Three minutes later, the two of us were seated in a taxi.