40 Returning Home

Secondly, it was a gesture of trust and peace of mind toward Mu Jingxi, as they solemnly entrusted Qiao An to his care.

Once enclosed, external electromagnetic energy, including various concrete forms, could not enter, and nothing from within could escape.

This scene was strikingly similar to the sight of underprivileged civilians demanding the truth after an accident in the Lighthouse Federation, only to be met with the scathing vitriol of a powerful legal team.

For Li Meng at his current level, it would be difficult to earn more than 800 experience points from ordinary monsters unless they were above level 14.

Previously, when Chen Hezhong asked him to come and help Ruyi and the others run their medicinal tea shop, he had felt that Chen Hezhong considered him an old, useless relic, relegating him to a trivial job to pass his twilight years. For a time, he had been quite disheartened.

Although the new government waived medical expenses for impoverished patients, the grandmother always felt uneasy about accepting too much from others. Thus, for many years, whenever she visited her son at the nursing home each month, she would bring natural produce she had grown herself to help offset his meal costs.

Li Heng picked up the letter and began to read. Its content was simple, detailing the collaboration between the Tibetan Empire and Yang Guozhong, and how Yang Guozhong intended to cede the Qinghai Road to the Tibetans once the mission was accomplished.

After receiving a phone call regarding urgent official business, Mu Shaoxi returned to the banquet hall to offer a brief explanation before taking his leave.

They were penetrating deeper into the heart of the killing formation, and Chu Xun could even feel a trace of pressure in the deeper recesses.

It was merely a hope that lovers would eventually find their way to each other, rather than wasting time in pointless, spiteful bickering as they were now.

For a couple of minutes, Bi Tielin snored so aggressively that Bi Yue poked him repeatedly, making him bob like a toy drum.

Others saw only Jin Yu’s beauty and pleasant disposition. But she knew that while the Sheng family appeared glorious, establishing a foothold and truly integrating into the family was no easy feat.

His words made Gisna feel that if she were to stay, he might truly have designs on her "Scepter of the Gods."

How could he not be nervous? Being rejected was humiliating enough, and he had even misbehaved at the restaurant.

"If it weren't for you, how could I have been harmed like that back then? It was you who ruined me, and yet you can still say such things! You bastard, I’ll kill you!" It took Wang Fei'er a long time to react, and she lunged at Zheng Kai with a shrill scream.

The wild boars kept coming, though their numbers dwindled each time. Rien had already cycled through the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, appearing as if he were practicing the two signature martial arts of the Beggar Sect leader.

Immortal Lords also varied in strength. One who had just caught a glimpse of the "Great Dao Realm" was an Immortal Lord, and one who had reached the "Peak of the Great Dao Realm" was also an Immortal Lord. However, there was a vast chasm between an Immortal Lord at the early stage and one at the peak; the gap between the four stages—early, middle, late, and peak—was at least tenfold at each level.

A few days ago during a military district meeting, Commander Zhao of the Zhaorong Military Sub-district had stubbornly pestered the political department director of the military district for one more quota.

A resonant incantation began. While ordinary people could not sense the invisible agitation, one could clearly see ripples of spiritual light within the magic net, spreading continuously from the five-star master mage as the center, like a drum being struck, its sonic waves vibrating in all directions.

Today, Xu Qingping changed into a sports outfit; she had worn black yesterday, but today she was dressed entirely in white, right down to her shoes and socks.

"For us." A deep voice resonated in Ye Wei’s ear, startling her into looking up. For us? What did he mean by that?

After the Battle of Hulao Pass, he had lost all hope in the imperial court. It was from that moment on that he stepped away from being a loyal subject of the Great Han, gradually transforming into an ambitious warlord of the chaotic era. Yet, just as he was achieving his goals and reaching his peak, the court delivered this reversal, leaving him feeling utterly disoriented.

This sports enterprise had no competition with other companies or businesses in the city. If categorized, they belonged to the "sports service industry," an absolute emerging sector in the country, to the point where it was difficult to find even similar units.

Why would Angelina give you so much money? It was because the Tenth Magic Academy could be deployed to the battlefield when necessary.

Although she had the experience of entering the underworld once before, opening the gateway between the living and the dead to enter it personally this time, without the protection of a formation, the surging, boundless yin energy still made one feel suffocated.

The Starry Sky Fleet had taken everyone they could, leaving only the Fifth Field Army to Cotton-Cloth Jack. 150,000 men was not a small number, especially for an army like Xia He’s, which was heavily equipped with robotic soldiers.

Mo Ming stared wide-eyed at the white figure lunging toward him. How could she possibly have blocked bullets?

This topic could not continue; Princess Angelina still had to maintain her status. In Xia He’s words, the Flame Demon was merely a servant, but the problem was that even a servant shouldn't be scolded—this fellow had just instantly killed a legendary-rank court mage.

Lin Yang had always known that Xu Hongyi liked Mai Zi. Mai Zi would occasionally take her son to the hospital for treatment, and Lin Yang had seen him a few times. The man was delicate and clean, with eyes as bright as obsidian; though not stunningly handsome, he left a deep impression at first glance.

"Nalan Heng, what if I told you I had gone mad?" Xiao Yuyin slowly raised her head, looking at Nalan Heng’s back, and spoke softly.

She had long wanted to take off the ring and return it to Chen Jin, but it seemed the ring’s previous owner was thinner than her; it was easy to put on, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't take it off.

Most importantly, his stamina was just like hers—inexhaustible. During their first night of intimacy, they had tossed and turned for three days and three nights, without a single break.

The people of the Xuan Sect were anxious, suspecting that it was resentment manifested from all the negative emotions in the world. Being tainted by even a wisp was trouble enough, let alone the fact that Ming Zhuo was covered in it.

Liu Hongmei stared blankly at the triangular talisman thrust toward her, unsure whether to accept it or not.

First, the price was random; not everyone paid with a soul ring. Second, as it was a prank, the effects weren't necessarily good for everyone. It was entirely possible for a mage to end up with Berserk, a swordsman with Fast Chant, or an assassin with Riding.

They were all very clear that if those above did not provide grain, they wouldn't get a single kernel, even if they withered away in the brigade office.

Flender slammed his fist heavily into the ground, leaving a blood-stained imprint. At that moment, his heart was filled with regret.

Jiang Qianrao put on her usual confident smile, which held a hint of provocation. She reached up to sweep a stray lock of hair behind her ear and said unhurriedly.

In particular, while all the other images were clear, in this edited video, the two faces were so blurred that one couldn't tell where the noses or eyes were.