Chapter 47 A Tricycle? That is a Rarity!

Back when she was still living with her parents, she had learned a few tricks for making braised dishes from her grandmother. While she wouldn't call the taste top-tier, it was certainly far from ordinary.

She could also prepare some braised pig intestines, braised pig ears, braised dried tofu, and those crispy fried peanuts that men loved so much with their drinks.

When the time came, she could load them onto a rickety little pushcart and take them to sell right outside the gates of those large factories in the county seat.

Those workers, who had spent the whole day doing hard physical labor, would be heading off shift with a little loose change in their pockets. Catching the mouth-watering aroma floating in the air, who could possibly resist buying a portion?

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, washing away the lingering stifling heat as a gentle breeze carried the vibrant breath of nature.

An emperor of supreme virtue and ultimate benevolence, once fallen out of control, would degenerate into the most ferocious and evil spirit. Yan Xun did not even dare to imagine who in Tokyo could possibly stop him if he ran amok in such a state of loss of control.

"If that is truly the case, I, Niu Jinxing, am willing to join forces with your Excellency to usher in an era of universal peace!" Niu Jinxing收敛了笑容, bowing solemnly as he spoke.

Feng Quan had already reviewed the specifications of the energy weapons, which were more than capable of dealing with ordinary undead. If drones like these could be mass-produced, they would indeed be formidable weapons.

Fan Ze had initially worried that after acquiring merit, he might no longer be able to use the techniques of a Daoist cultivator. However, after experimenting for a while, Fan Ze finally felt at ease. Not only could he still use them, but his current volume of merit had actually reached the Foundation Establishment realm, allowing him to employ many techniques previously restricted to that stage.

And all of this meant that if this guy joined their school, he would undoubtedly become a force that could be deployed immediately. The only question was how much impact he could make. But this also meant that the probability of his team advancing to Koshien next year had increased by just a bit more.

As for how to expend them? Naturally, they would use the refugees as cannon fodder to deplete the Ming army's defensive siege weapons. The reserve forces were organized precisely to serve as the vanguard, and there was certainly no logic in cowering at the back.

"Amitabha. Three hundred years from now, this old monk will proceed to guard the Palace of the King of Yue." Monk Yixing pressed his palms together and closed his eyes.

During the break, inside Class 1-A, drawn by the scent, Miyuki Kazuya, Kuramochi, and the others gathered around Tsukishima's desk.

Annoying as it might be, Student Asami obediently followed Tsukishima's instructions, striking a batting stance.

The spirit of resistance within Dong Jin had long been worn down to nothing by Liu Mu, completely extinguishing any notions of ever rebelling against him or attempting to overthrow him one day.

Unlike his middle school days when he had eaten himself into a round ball, the school bully had slimmed down. Dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, he exuded an air of elegance, especially with his confident, radiant face—far more than just handsome in appearance.

Ye Hong found it hard to believe. The Imperial Seal Forbidden Chapter was his family's secret heritage. Following the death of the old Prince Xian, aside from him, no one else in this world should be able to execute it.

Lin Baibai gazed at the light screen, where the imagery shifted continuously in response to the light bulb's words: one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to ten thousand things, with countless resplendent stars glittering amidst it all, a breathtaking sight.

Yet, upon remembering this bizarre place, she had no choice but to endure it for the time being. She raised her head, took a deep breath, and forced a smile, trying to keep her voice steady. Given the current circumstances—being under someone else's roof—Lin Baibai had no other virtues to speak of, but she was exceptionally pragmatic. Gathering information first was the most crucial task.

By now, the sun was sinking below the horizon, and the temperature was beginning to drop. The sky turned a murky gray, heavy clouds pressing down as if about to crush the cluster of buildings below, making the small town look somewhat gloomy, much like a dormant beast.

"Brother Jiang, that ruin he mentioned..." Li Huaxin had already swiftly bandaged Jiang Liushi's wound, and she looked up at him as she asked.

The award was announced by Rainie Yang. As she accepted the envelope and opened it, she said, "The winner of Best Action Choreography is..." The envelope seemed a bit stuck, and she pulled at it a few times without managing to tear it open.

"We thank Your Majesty!" Another thunderous, simultaneous shout echoed across the entire plaza.