Chapter 38: My Lord, Aunt Lan and I Were Gossiping About You

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A-Fei nodded and told me that Zhang Xiao had indeed gone over to help that day. While having a barbecue with a former associate, a verbal altercation broke out, leading to a physical fight. However, the owner called the police as soon as the skirmish began, and they were all taken to the local station. Fortunately, it was a minor incident, so there were no criminal charges.

Through the recent period of working together, the soldiers had grown increasingly dependent on Ling Xia. In their eyes, there was nothing Ling Xia couldn't handle. Hearing that he had already come up with a plan, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

When it came down to it, even after being strengthened, he was still a weakling with a strength stat of only 8, not even reaching the level of an average farmer.

Lingdang stepped forward and found herself enveloped in grayish-white mist. It was boundless, with visibility limited to just one meter around her.

The island nation's soldiers ran in growing panic, their once-orderly ranks collapsing instantly. The army of over three hundred thousand was swallowed by flames; horses and soldiers alike turned into living fire. The soldiers wailed in agony, and the warhorses shrieked in pain.

Thousands upon thousands of rat-men swarmed in desperately. The Wood Elf dodged to the left to avoid a fierce pounce, only for another rat-man to immediately fill the gap. Killing it was useless; the corpse was just dumped there, further shrinking the space available for evasion.

Many big shots were either dead from the infection or located in other cities; it was impossible for them to be clustered in Zhongzhou City. Having been in the apocalypse for so long, Lu Chuan had realized that as an inland city, Zhongzhou lagged far behind coastal cities in terms of talent reserves.

After leaving the Qiankun Terrace, Ling Xia first returned to the barracks to complete the handover procedures. By the time he arrived, Jiang Hailiu had already received his promotion orders. The two congratulated each other, collected their tokens from the division commander, and dispatched He Youzhen to tally the supplies and equipment before Ling Xia made an appearance at the training grounds.

Martin hadn't really wanted to use the "Brainwashing Hit Song," feeling it was a bit underhanded and inappropriate to use on Susan.

Seeing this, Yun Ji cried out in alarm, "Aunt Wen!" She then rushed over, attempting to lift the pillar that had pinned her down.

"Fourth, Fifth, I have some matters to attend to, so I won't be joining you for afternoon tea. Please excuse me!" Ling Haotian stood up and said with a smile. To Da Hua, the voice sounded incredibly grating.

After three great roars, he crouched down in agony, covering his face with both hands as tears streamed through his fingers.

Bai Jin stared in the direction Canaan had left, stunned for a long time, before finally exhaling and stepping forward to take Ruoxi's hand. Just as she was about to say something, she noticed that Ruoxi’s face was already streaked with tears.

"Who has been whispering in your ear?" A flash of killing intent crossed Feng Juechen's eyes. Because she was pregnant, there were some things he didn't want her to know, fearing it would upset the fetus.

Old Bu did not retract his profound weapon; instead, with a haughty air, he directed it toward the center of the heavenly thunder.

He figured that by nightfall, Vice Dean Kun Shan should be home. In truth, it was Zhuque who told him that these eighteen peaks were covered by a high-level domain similar to the Ming Imperial Palace, suggesting the master of the place should be home.

Inside the presidential suite, Mu Ye wore a silk robe, holding a glass of red wine as he stood before the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked everything. His gaze was cast slightly downward, cold and distant.

Just as he reached the brink of despair, his vision blurred, and he saw Ding Yu and Wendy floating down to the cave entrance.

Looking at the familiar city gates and streets, Fang Hao smiled and slowed down as he drove through the toll station into Yanjing. Yet, at that moment, Ding Yu’s expression gradually turned cold, for he knew that the impending conflict involved Li Yizhou.

He Yi sniffled, then pulled out a pancake with trembling hands and began to tear into it ravenously.

With outsiders present, Liu Dayong addressed Ye Zhong as "Sir" rather than "Elder," as Ye Zhong did not yet wish to reveal his identity as the Supreme Elder of the Wenxiang Sect.

The Wild Dog seemed quite responsible as well; without making any excuses, he immediately summoned his magic treasure, the Demon-Suppressing Disk, and smashed it toward the Snow Fox Immortal Venerable.

"How much of ExxonMobil's market value has evaporated?" In a seaside villa in Long Beach, USA, CIA Director Helmus sat comfortably on a sofa, feet resting on an Italian crystal coffee table. In one hand he held a glass of red wine, and in the other, a cigar.

Two puppets lunged into the carriage and pulled the wooden door shut. The buzzing sound had arrived, hammering against the door like a torrential storm.

There were fifty or sixty lychees, stems and leaves still attached, sitting fresh and tender in an ice chest, as if they had just been picked.

The middle-aged man beside her adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. As Huang Que's biological father, he dared not speak, clearly suffering from a severe case of being henpecked—no, it had surpassed that; he had practically lost all male dignity.

Since Li Da had put it that way, there was no reason for Xu Wuyou not to bring him along. If Li Da was so eager to test him, then he truly had nothing to hesitate about.

A massive amount of dust and debris filled the air. The sounds of collisions still lingered in all directions, and the earth beneath his feet continued to tremble, as if it had endured a devastating natural disaster.

In the early morning, sunlight filtered through the milky-white window frames, illuminating the bedchamber. The exquisite porcelain bathed in the light, cloaked in a dreamy, crystalline shimmer.