Day 22: My Brother Loves Me Too Much

Tomorrow marks the three-day deadline set by Sheng Jintian. For the past few days, Dai Cheng has been leading men on Biezhu Star, calculating the accounts day and night. Only tomorrow will it be clear exactly how much she owes the Sheng family. With this thought in mind, Jinyi decided not to insist on giving the money to Yu Meimei.

He had thought that the plan he racked his brain to devise would cause Gao Feng to lose face and money, but the result was the exact opposite. Not only did Gao Feng handle it with ease, but he performed even more brilliantly than he had imagined.

"The Italian forces will surely launch another wave of attacks shortly. Since this is your attitude, we are pulling back. You can go fight them yourselves..." Han Lie directly signaled his troops to prepare to leave. He had not expected the British forces to be so ungrateful for their rescue, let alone respond in such a manner.

"Go back and discuss it with the old woman," Elder Xie said, pulling a bewildered Xie Ping'an back to the military family quarters.

"Uncle Mo must have been incredibly glorious back in his day!" Gao Feng seized the opportunity to flatter him; opening up this line of conversation was exactly what he wanted.

The detection crystal ball had malfunctioned at a depth of about a few thousand meters, yet Li Feng and the others had already descended nearly ten thousand meters under these conditions without encountering anything unusual—nothing but monotonous, rugged rocks and vast, empty space.

"What’s so funny about that?" Lin Miaomiao curled her lip. The way an idiot thinks is always different; it was no surprise he would do something like that.

"Is that so?" A gravelly male voice suddenly cut between them, piercing the quiet night.

Zheng Daniu felt a sense of fear. He didn't understand these things, but he knew Lin Shuying's family was from the city and her brother was an official; they surely understood much more than he did.

The image on the slide changed to reveal a vast poppy field. In the fields, some drug farmers were using specialized tools to extract sap from the poppy pods. They seemed to be in a good mood, their faces beaming with happy smiles.

"Hiss!" Upon seeing Ao Wen, these black mamba snakes suddenly became restless, appearing quite terrified.

Privileges still existed; at the very least, there was no need to buy tickets to enter the scenic area. Even the nearby villagers didn't have to pay to enter, let alone County Magistrate Qi and Qin Long.

Regardless, all sorts of strange rumors circulated, and Qin Long was shrouded in a veil of mystery. Fortunately, the recent uproar regarding the crackdown on pirates had been contained within a certain scope, and no one linked the events to Qin Long. Otherwise, he likely wouldn't have been able to sit still.

If he could investigate the interior of that black coffin during the night of the full moon on the fifteenth, the next phase of the plan could be implemented within seven days following the full moon.

The oversized T-shirt she wore made squatting down quite difficult, so Jing Jia simply took it off and threw it onto the bed nearby, planning to put it back on after pulling up her pants, as that would be more convenient.

The demonic realm's energy was chaotic and isolated from the outside world. The black coffin that had invaded her consciousness, now far from her enemy, had lost its controller. Occasionally, the black coffin would fall into a frenzy, rampaging through her mind. Struck by this impact, Xia Yongxin's sanity would waver.

Tong Hua gritted her teeth. Seeing shards of glass from the shattered skylight nearby, she grabbed a few in her palm while swallowing two Qi-recovery pills.

"Damn it, we didn't arrange any plants for this auction. Thirteen, did you volunteer to be a plant yourself?"

After walking three or five miles, they reached a mountain hollow. Seeing his chance, Silver Horn hurriedly performed a hand seal and chanted a mantra, using a spell to move mountains and drain seas, summoning Mount Sumeru to crush the monkey beneath it.

Restricting movement and sacrificing power—could such a crude formation really trap the three of them?

"Go to hell—" The Eighth Divine Son's black hair danced wildly. He looked incredibly arrogant, a cruel smile hanging on his lips as he unleashed chains of order toward Jiang Yun.

Meng Xianjun looked at Zhang Chuming with a strange expression. In truth, he couldn't fathom why Tang Ming's stamina was so formidable, being several times greater than others of the same level.

An Botian glared with fierce eyes; the sea of blood and mountain of corpses behind him seemed to surge again. Even Guo Chuanzong and Snake One showed expressions of shock at his words.

At this moment, Murong Qianqian was still wearing her patrol officer uniform. It seemed that even after receiving credit, she hadn't returned to the Criminal Investigation Brigade and was still working at the Chengnan District Police Station.

Yet, every time, it was because of Jiang Yun's schemes and tricks that the Lihuo Tribe was defeated. This man's military strategies and intuition were terrifying.

With that, Ye Chen summoned the Dizang Sword. Immediately after, a banner appeared in his hand—it was the Demon-Subduing Banner he had obtained earlier.

For some reason, a chill suddenly permeated his heart, spreading from the depths of his soul to his entire body, as if he had fallen into an icy cavern.

After finishing his cigarette and tossing the butt away, Ye Fei simply folded his arms and leaned against the wall, acting as if he were an outsider watching the spectacle rather than a party involved.

However, such thoughts were best kept to oneself; voicing them aloud would make one seem frivolous and disrespectful toward one's elders.

In the end, both an ordinary person and a master of the Transformation Realm eventually fade away. Many martial artists do not live longer than those who never learned the craft, with many passing away between the ages of seventy and eighty.

If people can be free from all illnesses, why are there hospitals? Why spend so much money? Why is it that even when some have lived to one hundred and twenty, people still refuse to wake up to the truth?

Huang Chengyan had introduced this person earlier. At first, Liu Yu hadn't paid much attention, merely feeling that he looked somewhat familiar. Now, hearing the man stutter, he suddenly realized the man's identity.

How many families have lost their sons and husbands in this war? How will the orphaned widows and children survive? I wonder how the imperial court will console the fallen soldiers and how it will soothe the broken, desolate hearts of the families of the dead.