Chapter 39: Are the Little Gerbils Moving House?

Xu Ying blinked. "I'm riding my motorcycle back to the rescue station."

"Take the helicopter; it's much faster," Qiao Yanli insisted, blocking her path. "Besides, it's scorching hot and sunny this afternoon. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I just left my savior behind like this."

Xu Ying looked back at her bike. "Oh, but what about my motorcycle?"

Qiao Yanli cast a glance at Xu Ying's battered, sand-worn vintage motorcycle and replied instantly, "I'll get you a new one."

Xu Ying: "Ah..."

"The location where they are selling food is to the southwest of the city; you will find it there." That was what the guard had said.

The autumn wind blew mournfully, and the waves surged high. Before long, figures began to emerge from the grasslands and forests, cutting through the waves and wind, gathering and spreading toward the same destination.

"This... how is it possible? He is clearly not at the Supreme Realm, yet he has pushed his Great Dao to the fourth stage of strength!" Inigos's face was filled with utter disbelief.

Zhou Sui suddenly felt a massive headache, because the thing that had managed to put the patriarch, who was at the peak of the God Master level, to sleep was the medicinal powder he had given to Zhou Chang—a potent, hypnotic concoction.

On the night of the 27th and into the early morning of the 28th, a large number of people entered and exited the Huaxia military camp, some openly and others covertly.

Brittany rolled her eyes at Li Tian. She didn't believe a word he said about it being "above board." He had likely been stopped by her assistant outside long ago; after all, her assistant lived right next door, and if there had been the slightest disturbance, she would have known about it well in advance.

"General Lelyushenko," I said, shaking his hand while probing cautiously, "may I ask which unit you are currently commanding?" I knew he was a favorite general of Stalin and held the rank of Lieutenant General; surely, they wouldn't let him serve as a mere corps or division commander—at the very least, he should be the commander of an army group.

"It is truly an honor that you like it here. If you have time, you are welcome to stay as long as you like," Charles interjected.

Gna had a somewhat rigid personality; one could see a hint of it just from the way he sat so stiffly.

Zhao Fuhe watched her calm and indifferent expression, trying to find a trace of collapse or agony, but... everything remained as usual.

"I am quite fond of that piece of jewelry. Yanqing gave it to me, and it holds sentimental value," Cheng Jin fabricated a reason.

"What? Scared now? When you were framing me back then, did you ever think you'd end up like this?" Cheng Xinran gritted her teeth in hatred, glaring at her viciously, a secret sense of triumph rising in her heart as she watched the other woman.

"Why?" Nan Xin was astonished. This was the first time Wen Xue had clearly expressed a refusal. In the past, she had always just said, "You decide," rarely asking about any specific circumstances.

"The good news is that I have already recruited a group of people for you in the Upper Realm. I wonder if that counts as good news for you?" Ye Baiyi turned around, her beautiful eyes fixed on him without blinking.

"Stubborn fool!" Chen Xuan took a stride. That seemingly slow step actually brought him instantly before the young genius of the Wangqiong Ancient Clan, with such terrifying speed that the opponent didn't even have time to react.

The day had been quite pleasant, especially when she overheard gossip about others; the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

"President Gu has already woken up. You... you should go tend to your wound first, otherwise, President Gu will be worried when he sees it," Zhou Anbei said.

Wen Xue couldn't help but frown, stopping her footsteps with great reluctance. Gao Shuai appeared before her, having recovered his previous, insufferably arrogant demeanor.

Gu Pingsheng tapped his slender fingers on the desk a few times before closing his laptop.

Qing Xuanzi lowered his head to look at the "nose" of the Void-Piercing Shuttle. He saw that the entire front, which had originally protruded, had vanished; it had been smashed flat and buckled inward.

That afternoon, excavators moved into Nanwan Village and Guanglin Village, and the vigorous road construction project began.