Volume 1 Chapter 113: The Joyful Concert
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The concert was scheduled for six in the afternoon. Lu Zhao dropped the two of them off at the entrance of the stadium.
"Lu Zhao, you can head back now!"
"Very well, sir. I hope you and the missus have a wonderful time!"
Lu Zhao knew those words meant his annual leave had officially begun.
The corridor outside the venue was decorated with a rich festive atmosphere of the New Year. Stalls lined both sides, selling TW merchandise, banners, and glow sticks.
Taking in the sight of the crowd packed shoulder to shoulder, Bian Xunzhou furrowed his sword-like brows and instinctively reached out to grasp Wen Xuyu's wrist, his voice low.
"Hold onto me, and mind your step!"
Wen Xuyu nodded, yet her pace unconsciously quickened. It had been so long since she'd been somewhere this lively...
Jun Qiao knew that the child she had watched grow up was going to Manna City as a hostage prince, yet she had followed him without a moment's hesitation.
Walking on the road to the Eastern Palace, His Majesty Li Er suddenly noticed thick plumes of smoke drifting across the sky ahead.
Yan Mo was equally taken aback. By all reasoning, shouldn't conspiracies be things that cannot be spoken aloud?
"I apologize, everyone, but it seems this shop won't be able to open for business today." As soon as Wind stepped into the shop, he gave a slight bow by way of apology.
Bai Cai warned this reckless idiot in a cold, flat tone. Not a single day of rest, and you think you can fly to heaven, is that it?
Hearing these words, Shi Yixiong opened his mouth, whether to argue or to say something else, but in the end, nothing came out at all.
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Meiduo, far from being angered by Qin Tianci's interrogation, instead showed a hint of worry. She said slowly, "Do you know why it is so hard to rescue Sister Naying?" Picking up the wine cup before her, she took a small sip, her cheeks growing rosier than before.
Gong Lingrui had not ascended the throne according to Jingxuan Emperor's wishes, having forcibly pushed Gong Lingjun onto the seat of supreme power. Yet he himself had not had it easy these past two years either. With Gong Lingjun's foundation unstable, he had put no small amount of effort into helping him, employing both the carrot and the stick.
"Boom!" The earth could no longer withstand the collision in the sky, splitting open with gaping cracks! In some places, the ground simply sank several meters! "Bang!" With a thunderous crash, the Nether King's finger shattered, and the remaining crystal flower developed fresh cracks.
"Mr. Jordan, you British have money, so your problems are easy to solve. But what about me?" Hioki Eki lamented.
Truly, one grew cunning with age—that frog had indeed eaten more salt over the years than he had! If the frog hadn't taken a liking to his ability to cleanse the darkness, would he have protected him for no reason at all?
"Oh, I see now. The green uniforms match the color of the surrounding grass and trees, which aids concealment and makes it hard for the enemy to spot us." Wang Qiang suddenly had a flash of insight.
Someone let out a great roar, and with that shout, the freshmen caught in the melee gritted their teeth and charged furiously in the direction of the Sky Dome Academy, battles raging all along the way.
The forest was restless as well. The dozen or so bandits who had fled ran for their lives toward their hideout without daring to look back once—the cries of their fallen comrades still echoing in their minds.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet—the seven colors each represented a different power. Red stood for flame; yellow for the covering of golden-scaled armor; green for the command of the wind.
"Grandpa Sun is still half-conscious, sometimes awake, sometimes in a coma. The doctor says it will take time for him to fully recover. The doctor can't even say when he might completely wake up!" Shi Yi said listlessly.
For under that terrifying pressure, whether it was the ancient god's qi, the demonic qi, or the fiendish qi within his body, all were suppressed by nearly thirty percent!
Fei Liangyan's words gave Shi Yi a genuine start. Shi Yi had no idea whether Fei Liangyan's wires were crossed.
From the command post, a messenger was dispatched to notify an infantry company stationed at the forwardmost position on both sides of the railway, some ten kilometers from Jingxing County, to remain on alert at all times. If they spotted a Japanese train flying the Red Cross flag approaching, they were not to open fire on their own authority, but must immediately report to their superiors.
Ethylene's critical temperature is not particularly low. Once it is lowered to a certain temperature, it liquefies and can be stored in steel cylinders.
At once, the Divine Gun Society erupted in a torrent of curses. Soon after, people on this side shouted back, demanding that Zhang Yi and his men kowtow and beg for mercy, and get the hell out of here.
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The burly man across from him was likewise drenched in blood, his eyes burning with fury and unwillingness as he stared fixedly at Wang Dao, as if he wished to devour him alive.
Zhao Xin had never bothered himself with the sales of soap. As one of the three great trump cards for a transmigrator, the sale of soap was never a problem. As long as one employed the right methods, having soap and scented soap fly off the shelves was a foregone conclusion.
It wasn't until later, when the teacher had delegated authority to him, and they had gradually grown closer through daily interaction, that he had finally won the other's acceptance.
Going up against such a terrifying opponent, even with three hundred brothers at his back, even with seven or eight men by his side, Zhang Dahai still felt no sense of safety whatsoever. If it were possible, he would rather spend the whole day searching this very room—especially when that dreadful fat man wasn't around.
During the three days of the break, Po Jun had practically bankrupted himself buying all manner of soul-enhancing soups, soul foods, and soul stones.
That was a subject he had never once brought up since coming to China. Not because it was any kind of secret, but because even if he did speak of it, no one would have understood.
At least she and Brother Mu had known each other in their days of obscurity. Surely Brother Mu wouldn't kill her over a few words from the children.
In his mind, these fellows were clearly all at a level that belonged in the "B" training room, and yet now they had wound up in the "C" room. Clearly, there were even more formidable opponents lurking in the "B" training room.
Stealing a glance at Jin Xiu, who had tossed out two or three unidentified concealed weapons and turned the tide for the two of them, Li Zhishi let out a silent sigh as the other sat there dumbfounded.
The two entered the cabin. Lan Lianxia and Nangong Ye were wondering why Ouyang Yi had been gone for so long without returning.
Once they had exited the combat state, Li Zhishi and the fat man immediately chose to return. After using the [Death Exemption Medal], the system waived the penalty for the ultimate mission.
Hu Taiwei enjoyed a certain standing in the entertainment industry. Since even figures of lesser rank than Hu Taiwei had shown up, it was hardly surprising to see Hu Taiwei appear here.
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