Chapter 23

Gu Qing noticed his superior’s gesture but paid it no mind. His life was disciplined, and his superior was very understanding, never once reprimanding him for overtime issues; this made him quite satisfied with his position at the hospital.

He recalled how he had once intended to toy with them, only for the tables to turn, leaving him the one playing them like puppets.

Hearing Number Eight’s words, the latter felt truly displeased. He was clearly the second-in-command, so why were Number Six and Number Five now being placed ahead of him?

Thus, the four of them began to play cards. In the northern cities of the eighties, games like "Forty" and "Upgrade" were popular: one deck of cards, four players, with those sitting opposite each other forming a team to compete against the other pair. There were concepts of "trump suits" and "bottom cards," and "calling the trump" or "flipping the bottom" were crucial to winning or losing.

His voice paused, and he shouted sternly: "Who exactly is being hypocritical? Who exactly is making false accusations?"

How could they wear ordinary clothes? Wouldn't that mean they would never see such a handsome anchor again?

In the courtyard, the cold dishes for the two rows of banquet tables were already set. As the bride was invited down from the sedan chair by the groom and carried into the house, the neighbors offered their gift money and congratulations before taking their seats.

Hearing the two names, Jiang Youwei immediately remembered them. Both were characters from "Conquer." More than a decade later, Ying Hong became the owner of a dance hall and nightclub, while Tang Mian remained a civil servant.

Xing Yi thought for a moment and listed a series of names: Yang Linxiang, the old carpenter, Yue Xin, Yue Xin’s uncle, as well as Ni Jiyong and Yao Dongdong.

Lu Yangsheng did not dare to be negligent and quickly tried to sense his surroundings again, but still felt nothing. He walked to a slightly higher spot, took out the bamboo tube Jiang Guining had given him, listened, and took a look; his expression turned solemn in an instant.

Wangchuan City was quite a prosperous place. Peddlers came and went in an endless stream, and the sheer variety of strange and curious goods was overwhelming.

At this moment, Li Ying had already taken the crystal crown and was about to place it on Qin Chuchu’s head. Everyone was smiling, and no one noticed Lin Ran struggling in the vast sea of people.

Several passing male students covered their mouths and giggled, their eyes lingering on her with an ambiguous glint.

If the Plain of Death that originally belonged to him were to be breached and occupied, then it would be useless no matter how much territory he conquered in the human realm. The moment he lost his territory in the Demon Realm, he would also lose his chance to compete for the throne of the Demon King.

It was evident from this that the bracelet had been worn for quite some time. Zhang Lanfen was likely telling the truth; it was indeed her dowry from back then.

Suddenly, as several elders began to speak, the once-quiet Hall of Martial Arts turned into a vegetable market. The sound of haggling filled the air, with the elders arguing back and forth, unable to convince one another.

In an instant, Chen Rui felt as if he had entered a massive bronze casing or had been trapped inside an overturned bronze bell.

Of course, this was not the two of them actively refining the world's source energy. They didn't even know that such energy existed within their bodies, let alone how to refine it.

However, he did not ask Gu Zi'an for help, perhaps because Gu Zi'an’s calligraphy was too sharp and aggressive.

Han Mingzhu hugged Su Yuansheng’s legs, crying, "How could Yingying do such a thing? It was her, Qin Chuchu deliberately framed us. This recording is fake. A-Sheng, recordings can be forged. You know how well-behaved our Yingying is; she wouldn't even hurt an ant. How could she possibly hurt someone?"

After the feast, an old man stepped onto the podium. It was Master Bernard, the president of the Paris Culinary Association.

Gu Yutong was also very considerate, personally driving Zhong Miao to and from work every day and running to her company during lunch breaks to eat with her. Whenever she showed the slightest sign of distress, he became exceptionally nervous.

Shi Xuan still had some impression of this Dark Moon Starless team. It was the second team in the entire game, established after the Champion Team, founded by an alien named Mascara.

When General Dongxiang spoke, it was certainly not to win the votes of Chinese officers, but to sway other third-party officers.

The tool was indeed useful, but it wasn't that I didn't find white stones; it was that they weren't intact. They were mostly waste. Meanwhile, every one Changfeng retrieved was large and completely undamaged. After a while, he already had a large pile of stones in front of him.

From this perspective, pricing the Divine Origin Qi—the key item for successfully cultivating a "Seed Plant Planet"—at 5 billion star coins was not actually high.

"Ghost-hitting-the-wall" was a story I heard from my grandfather, but it was a true account. I don't know why, but it suddenly came to mind just now. Actually, this was different from a ghost-hitting-the-wall; it couldn't be that we had all encountered one. It was only when An Ye mentioned suicide that I linked ghosts with death.

She wore the uniform of an occultist, white with golden trim—simple yet grand. Half of her long hair was pinned up, while the other half flowed down, possessing a certain classical beauty.

Even the top special forces in human armies would be utterly slaughtered if they encountered such biochemical beasts on land.

"Isn't it a bit early to say thank you?" Gu Yuzhou teased. "Wait until you have the items in hand and find they work well; then you can come back and thank me."

As for the cards in Wang Wei's own hand... apart from his influence in the United States, he had the troops at his base in Myanmar and the Thai Prime Minister, Yi You.

"It's not actually that far. The key is that we can follow the coastline, and there won't be much danger along the way," Pei Ziyun said.

In truth, the income of writers on the professional ranking list was not very high; most authors earned less than 5 million yen. However, for those at the very top, it was naturally a different story.

Oktabritsky was panting heavily through his nose like an enraged bull, but with foreign guests present, he dared not erupt. He could only glare at Captain Beganov with a look that could kill, while the captain felt guilty and dared not meet the general's gaze.

"It won't be long before our Celestial Demon clan launches a full-scale invasion of your Qingxuan Continent. By then, there won't be any powerhouses like the Fire Ancestor. This time, our Celestial Demon clan will definitely conquer your Qingxuan Continent," the black shadow declared loudly.