Volume 1 Chapter 38 The Boss Has Wept for You

"Since... she did you a favor, you can repay her in another way. She loves being a star? Invest in her, give her money, give her resources!"

"However, it can never be a title!"

Fu Shihong softened his tone and continued.

On this point, he believed Liu Bei could still manage it; if he could sweep across the world and re-establish the banner of the Han Dynasty, even if he did much more, there would be no trouble.

After the three reached their destination, they found the exchange shop outside the military zone crowded with all kinds of Chosen Ones, a complete contrast to the empty scene they had seen earlier.

But the fans of Lelouch exited the animation page with a sense of boredom, their hearts still lingering on the character Euphemia.

He coughed lightly, pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his mouth, and then continued speaking.

There could be no better pre-battle mobilization than this; anyone with a brain knew exactly what Youzhou possessed.

At this moment, Zhou Xun’s appearance had not yet transcended the realm of ordinary humans; compared to top-tier looks, he was only a tiny bit better.

"Just aim this muzzle at the enemy and light the fuse. Then, wait for the cavalry to prepare for the charge..." Liu He instructed Meng Chang, entrusting him with firing the very first shot.

That was the best route to march into Liaodong thus far; if that path were cut off, anything he wanted to do afterward would become incredibly difficult.

In terms of seniority, he didn't even know how far behind he was; at the very least, more than half of the Han royal clan would have to die before there would be any possibility of Liu Bei ascending.

Early the next morning, Xi Xiu took Li Zhengfeng, Wuyuan, and Qimang up into the sky. Feng Qiqi and Bai Junge waited outside the safety perimeter of Anville. She needed to rendezvous with Feng Qiqi first before bringing them into the fifth layer of defense.

"Yao'er, please ask Grandfather not to be angry with Mother." Fang Fei had anticipated this and had already planned accordingly.

"What? Qin Danjun’s ghost cultivation technique is the Profound Ghost Art?" Fairy Yu Tong exclaimed in astonishment, her face full of disbelief.

Yang Yun gazed at the massive war machine and muttered to himself. He was not naive enough to think that his Invisible Air Wind King Barrier could withstand a direct impact from such a thing. Furthermore, judging by the light shimmering from its apex, it seemed the object had also been enchanted.

The crowd saw clearly that the young cultivator wore a faint smile, and at the very moment the various attacks reached him, he struck out with both fists.

Everyone around them was seeing such a supreme treasure for the first time. They curiously leaned in to look, and were immediately stunned by the beauty of the Other Shore Flower.

"You cannot bring this divine artifact inside, or it will also be suppressed," the remnant spirit of the cosmic vessel said coldly.

By taking over Daewoo Heavy Industries, the Kubota Group could become a comprehensive heavy industry conglomerate spanning agricultural machinery, heavy construction machinery, and industrial machinery.

Amidst a high-pitched dragon roar, one hundred and eight crimson, majestic dragons, each dozens of meters long, appeared out of thin air. In an instant, they churned the clouds and winds; in an instant, flames surged, turning the entire arena into an ocean of fire.

Whenever the Tsar and the Tsarina traveled or toured Russia, they always carried trunks filled with Fabergé jewelry, ready to be given as gifts at appropriate moments. By the time Nicholas II ascended the throne in 1896, most of the Russian Tsar’s gifts were the work of Fabergé.

Deep within the encirclement, the patriarchs of the descendants of the ten ancient emperors unleashed their ultimate techniques. For a time, the world was filled with intense, violent energies of lightning, water, and metal. With every move, thousands, if not tens of thousands, of the enemy fell.