26 Records

These were nothing more than Tang Yunyang using the new recruits as test subjects, experimenting to see whether this kind of battlefield ration could meet the demands of strenuous activity. This combination of rations, rich in starch and fats, would become the mainstay of field provisions in future wars.

“It doesn’t matter whether or not they’re assisting the Nazis; after all, we’ve already declared war on them. If the Allied forces wish to aid the Belgian army, then we might as well join forces with the Germans and invade the British Isles. I suspect your old friend wouldn’t want us dragged into that conflict either.”

“Don’t worry, I know what to do,” Ling Jingyu replied with a faint smile. He understood what Iron Man meant, so he intended to compete with his C-level strength and only reveal his true abilities in the finals.

Luo Yichen felt a little embarrassed by his father’s words. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t thought of these things, but Shang Qi had a stubborn temper and wasn’t easily won over. If he pushed her too hard, things could backfire, leaving him in a difficult position. Besides, the company was currently in chaos, and Luo Yichen didn’t have the leisure to worry about anything else.

Nightfall gazed after Ye Mo as he departed, his expression gradually twisting in pain. Sweat streamed down his cheeks like running water. At that moment, a white light flashed around Nightfall, and as it landed before him, it transformed into the Celestial Ram.

As for why he didn’t go now, it was because he didn’t want to leave any regrets for himself or his family.

The residence Li Haonan provided for them could be considered well-furnished, but it still fell short of being ready for immediate occupancy. The two of them went to the supermarket and picked out basic household necessities, from bedroom to kitchen. Only then did the empty rooms barely resemble a home.

Repairing a primal artifact was never a simple matter; the sheer variety of materials alone would take Song Yun a long time to gather. Now, facing innate lethal intent, Song Yun could only abandon the artifact, for at present he truly had no way to forge a magical item capable of containing such a deadly force.

Xiao Yihan was extremely pleased. Ever since he had taken Song Yun as his disciple, his unchanging heart had been challenged time and again, and each time Song Yun had brought him new surprises. With such a disciple, what more could he ask for?

Forget it, there was no blame to be placed. Big companies require guests to register and make appointments first, especially someone like Yifan, an executive. If he were that easy to meet, with his charming looks, wouldn’t he be hounded to death by those starry-eyed girls dreaming of marrying a rich and handsome man?

Empty Mite was rather surprised; in that world, there was no change of day and night and he had no sense of time passing at all, only continuous battle with the Plague Poem.

Wang Le shifted his fishing rod to a lower spot. Such a big fish couldn’t be reeled in from here; he’d need to go to the stern.

I have witnessed gatherings, and even more dispersals. Often, I wished that when everything was at its best, the clouds would part and the light would fade, sparing us the desolation of life’s twilight.

Behind him, Yiyi, unable to contain herself any longer as she watched the old and the young clown about, finally covered her mouth and burst into laughter.

“Don’t worry, Nanny, I know what to do.” Qing Shuang pressed her lips in a gentle smile and cast a reassuring glance at the old woman.

Plucking flowers, toying with willows, traversing the ever-changing world—how could it be a sin to embrace beauty on both sides? Yet to stir so many hearts brings nothing but endless fatigue.

Then, centering himself at the pond, Chen Hu set out to explore northward, while also tracking his progress on the system’s exploration quest.

It could be said that, had Lan Ran’s dream not included that great deity, perhaps no one in the three realms could have defeated him.

As the two still held each other, their lowered heads suddenly brought their faces so close that they could feel each other’s breath.

A hundred miles beyond the Imperial City of Ziming, a desolate and lonely mountain, long since declared forbidden, stood silent and solitary beneath the gloomy sky.

While making notes, Dong Zhu watched the scattered points of light in the mirror. The grey ones were ordinary mortals, while the dazzling, multicolored ones corresponded to cultivators.

Recalling how he was thrown out of Huafeng International Hotel by Lu Dan, he couldn’t help but grumble inwardly.

“There were reasons. Xu Wei never wanted to kill; he was truly left with no other choice,” Xu Wei said through gritted teeth.

Today the sun was just right, and the wind was gentle. Hua Minyun instructed her maids to bring out her lounge chair. Half reclining, she sipped rose syrup mixed with milk, utterly at ease.

To see such a beauty, as if stepped from a painting, weeping before him—no matter how straight-laced a man, his heart would soften at the sight.

After all, these three great cultivation methods were truly wicked—treating all martial artists as crops, to be harvested when the time was ripe.

Suddenly, beams of violet light shot out from Lin Qi’s sodium storage pouch, enveloping him and forming an awe-inspiring suit of violet battle armor.

Aptitude too is divided into grades: inferior, average, superior, top-tier, legendary, and mythical.

This was rather odd, but Lin Chen soon realized their intent. This pair of guards was most likely from the Luo family, and their goal today was probably him.