Chapter 45: Entirely Handmade, Guaranteed Identical

After hearing Han Ge’s report, Xu Lei did not bother to review the detailed paper documents but calmly gave instructions to Han Ge.

She planned to use dragon sinew for the bowstrings in the future; if it were sinew from a divine dragon, that would be even more perfect.

It wasn’t that her son was incompetent; rather, both sons were so outstanding that she didn’t know which one to favor.

After saying this, Li Hongxiu released her grip on Ruo Lingxue’s right hand and left, leaving Li Yu dumbfounded.

Taobo’s mid and lower lanes were both positioned far back, so he couldn’t find a suitable moment to gank.

However, through this simulation, Li Yangrui understood why the mountain bandits had to ruthlessly attack the villagers of Li Family Village.

He then fell into a painful “prison mode,” forced to use his Q skill to farm minions from afar, and sometimes even got beaten up when trying to gain experience by moving forward.

In the past, they always went to the Changhai Launch Center to board rockets into space; this time, however, they took the newly built space elevator for their first ride, which naturally stirred excitement and anticipation for the upcoming mission.

Both sides were fairly evenly matched; if they fought to the death, it would only allow He Yuzhu to reap the benefits.

But when Lu Zi’ang touched the scar on his left cheek, his brows furrowed, and his expression of disdain was impossible to hide.

At the royal banquet, Consort Liu took on Ji Yu and Ji Qianyun, two hot potatoes, to attend the feast, prompting rumors that she valued the Ninth Prince’s potential and intended to draw him closer.

If the food couldn’t be finished, her siblings couldn’t eat it all either, and leaving it overnight risked spoilage—so the only option was to give it away, making today’s effort seem in vain.

Even though this problem was widely known, it seemed inevitable that it would continue; work was an invisible shackle from which many adults could not escape, binding them from spending time with their children.

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“This Dachuan doesn’t know yet because he stumbled upon it while tracking. That’s why he’s asking about your next move,” A Biao shook his head at me, making it clear that Dachuan was waiting for my orders.

“But,盟主, you once said you could save all our loved ones; why the rush now?” asked one of the older sorcerers.

Su Xin stepped outside, coughed twice to catch attention, then rolled up her sleeves, pretending she was going to wash dishes.

“Do you know why you were able to get in so easily?” Qingya suddenly smiled with a hint of wickedness.

Zheng Ming raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. As he had feared, once the betrayal of Arthur by Gwenna was exposed, chaos inevitably ensued.

Duan Ran remained indifferent, gently furrowing his brows but saying nothing. Faced with baseless accusations, he was surprisingly calm and unbothered.

Mu Chen had Su Xin press a button, instantly filling the air with a screen full of text. He told Su Xin, “Read this through,” then returned to his chair to focus on his own work.

Ji Zhenchuan’s expression darkened further. He said nothing but impatiently waved Ji Xuan away, refusing to engage further.

On that day, every member of their team shed tears—some fiercely, some quietly.

Zhou Xiuping frowned as Zhang Qiling swung a blade toward his neck. Although his opponent was just a freshman, he dared not underestimate her.

Qilin looked ahead at the ferocious warrior in shock—it was utterly beyond her comprehension.

“Money? You’re asking me to die!” the man sneered. “Your family just fought against those who sell fried big fruits. They must suspect those people kidnapped you.” He laughed coldly, thinking himself clever.

To maximize the use of the catapult, Lu Shuang generously arranged for four master-level carpenters and a hundred sixth-rank soldiers to assist.

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Instead of gaining any advantage, they not only failed but also had one person punished, struck by lightning and thrown into some remote corner.

“Go ahead and attend to your own matters. There’s no need to worry about me here,” Chai Xiujing urged Ji Xuan, thinking she had urgent business and didn’t want to hold her up.

The Holy City, a vast oasis spanning tens of thousands of miles, was surrounded by numerous towns. Many powerful factions stationed troops there, so no bandits dared cause trouble.

His greatest advantage now was that others operated in the light, while he worked in the shadows. He had to maintain his composure and avoid making any mistakes.

However, this made Zhou Lin even more uneasy. He had planned to put down his belongings and immediately seek out Qiu Ling and the others but found that Taijian had already assigned two supernatural operatives to monitor him. They said that since he was new, the captain ordered special care for him these days.

“Report, Commander! I—I was just feeling unwell, maybe caught a cold, so I wanted to lie down for a while!” Huang Lianpeng, seeing the commander already spotted him lying on the bed, dared not fabricate further excuses and stuck to claiming a cold caused him to rest.

Was there any other way? Zhou Lin observed the terrain—those huge rocky mountains and the dim light made it easy to lose one’s way if he didn’t retrace his steps.

“I might die here, you know that?” Qiu Shaoze answered sadly, a trace of relief in his gaze.

Chu Lingfeng was amazed—could his gentle junior sister have returned? But the next moment, he mentally slapped himself.