24 Transmigration into the Qing Dynasty (24) Bug Fixing

The only path forward is to slow the development pace of Zhongtian Source Energy and allow for gradual accumulation. Perhaps in a few years, when the various consortiums realize the benefits of source energy, they will no longer be so harsh toward the company.

Mr. Hai watched the Lincoln accelerating frantically and sneered. When he clashed with Lin Moxue earlier, he had intentionally used his internal energy to strike her heart meridian. Given her robust constitution, the effects weren't immediately apparent, but now, the inevitable had arrived.

Perhaps because she had wept so bitterly and acted so convincingly yesterday, only to be dismissed by Feng Yunxuan as hypocritical, she shed not a single tear today, despite her wailing. She had thought this would show the Crown Prince her sincerity, but it seemed she was wrong once again.

The sound of horses breathing—it was not just one, but the wheezing of hundreds, perhaps thousands of steeds.

A long blade, brilliant as a rainbow, slashed fiercely into Feng Xuegui’s left arm. He let out a wild roar as his arm was severed, but gritting his teeth against the agony, he struck down with his own blade aura.

Now that the device had been removed, it continued to receive the heartbeat signal from the "Grim Reaper," achieving a seamless transition. The indicator light on the explosive anklet remained blue: safe.

The house belonged to him, and she could hardly kick Gong Luojue out; that would be far too excessive.

Seeing their impatient demeanor, Qi Cai quickly issued a reminder. He rarely had the chance to return, and he didn't want them to merely bump heads only to go their separate ways again.

According to the monitoring of the forty-odd monsters’ trajectories, besides the Tokyo direction guarded by Chen Mo, the southern side of Mount Fuji was likely to face the heaviest impact.

I stood on the riverbank, gazing at the broad expanse of water, and waved my right hand. A curtain of light instantly appeared before me, displaying a series of squares. Each contained different items—essential supplies I had carried with me before crossing over.

Beiming Jiguang took the purple-gold box and inspected it carefully. He was astonished; it was a treasure box crafted from the finest purple gold, worth no less than a million monster coins for the box alone. The contents must be priceless. That the other party would bestow such a grand gift so casually truly showed they held him in high regard.

Lu Yusheng watched his unusual sister-in-law with wariness, wondering what kind of scheme was brewing in her heart; she was full of malice.

"No, I'll just buy some waffles," Chen Ying said, peering closely at the shelf to find her usual brand. They were originally on the bottom shelf, but some stock clerk had moved them to the highest one. She looked up, feeling a bit helpless.

Ren Nan was startled. This made no sense; he had only arranged for the matter to be handled yesterday—how could she already know today?

"Big Brother Wang Fan?" Dong Mingyun turned back, his face filled with surprise. He had not expected Wang Fan to intervene at this moment.

He approached the glass chamber. Due to the special construction of the glass, he could not see the face of the person inside—the one the researcher referred to as "White."

Upon hearing Mu Jingheng's words, Huo Hanxiao truly believed that Jiang Fanxing was pregnant and that he was going to be a father.

The farce in the dressing room ended just like that, and everyone acted as if nothing had happened. However, during the shoot, Jiang Fanxing clearly sensed that they were being exceptionally cooperative.

"The students and faculty at the School of International Relations share a very consistent style," Chen Ying said, taking a tray of lamb rolls handed to her by Wang Yi.

The Three Swordsmen were incredibly frustrated; it was as if Liu Hao had evaporated into thin air, leaving not a single trace behind.

They brought Lu Sihan back to the Lu family, claiming—in high-sounding terms—that it was to let her acknowledge her ancestors and reunite with her biological father.

Guo Xincai clenched her fists and cursed, "That guy, he's so sharp; he transferred the money ahead of time."

"Cheng An?" Was this a name duplication? Was there another dean at the Zhongzhou Academy? He had never heard of such a thing.

Yin Yang Zhenren wanted to say something, but before he could, he saw Yin Dang tap his feet and soar into the air, drawing his Tengshe Sword as he did so.

"If I circle around from here to the Eastern Hemisphere, there is no way to avoid the encirclement of the robot fleet. It looks like I'll have to charge through," Mo Ding adjusted the trajectory, began circling the Earth, and prepared for combat.

In recent days, triumphant reports had arrived from the eldest disciple, Meng Hua. The one thousand elite disciples of the Tianchen Sect had set out and already destroyed over a dozen sects that had previously oppressed them.

It could be said that once the Emperor Armor's energy was exhausted, Zhang Xiaowei would no longer have the ability to contend with these thirty-six ghouls.

Ao Yuchang was momentarily stunned. She didn't know if the first two points were true, but the third was indeed correct; sleeping with men who paid for it certainly impacted family harmony.

"None of your business." Nangong Kuanghu rolled his eyes. Just as he was about to make another sarcastic remark, he suddenly felt another tremor beneath his feet.

As I pulled at the weeds, the black bear charged right in front of me. Seeing its massive paw about to strike, I didn't care about anything else and rolled to the side. Though it looked undignified, I had at least saved my skin.

After tumbling over and over, Shen Ge finally could not get back up, lying on the ground and sobbing bitterly.

"He was more than willing; he couldn't wait to get rid of me. You don't know—I was the one always chasing him. He would find people to fake emergency calls every day just to escape me. As if he were the most important doctor in the hospital," Qu Xiaoxiao said, waving goodbye to Wang Baichuan as she walked into the elevator with Fan Shengmei.

Luo Ange had not replied to my text messages. I guessed he might be a bit angry; after all, he had always minded that I was too close to Shu Congxuan.

On the third day, I suddenly had a craving for Bridge-Crossing Rice Noodles. Luo Ange was incredibly indulgent. In my mother's words, I, Yi Lanshan, must have saved the galaxy in my past life to meet a man who pampered me so much.