Chapter 31: A Newcomer Arrives at the Publicity Department

Although no one blamed her, she felt she had failed everyone and betrayed their trust.

With YA City’s defenses depleted, Nanhong needed to rely on local thugs to maintain control while all their troops were deployed elsewhere, forcing them to continue their collaboration.

Xia Xin blinked, watching Zhao Jiaying as she articulated her unreasonable demands with such self-righteousness and conviction. He was stunned for a long moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Look at his competence compared to yours. No wonder he can pick up girls while you all remain single. You should really learn a thing or two," Xu Mengkong sighed, patting Liao Xiao on the shoulder before moving to join Li Ran and the other, ignoring them entirely.

For a moment, Zhou Lin and the others watched as Chu Jingyu’s expression shifted constantly—one moment Chu Yuan, the next Chu Jingyu—a truly eerie sight.

Though Xu Yao had integrated into this era almost perfectly, he still harbored a psychological aversion to the slave market and the act of purchasing human beings. However, with Liu Tan obstructing his efforts to hire suitable workers through conventional means, he had no choice but to follow He Ru’s instructions and head to the market.

Chen Xue watched her display of concern and spoke to her quite earnestly. It was a timely reminder; if anything else were to happen later, the situation would only deteriorate further for them.

In the past, Yu Teng would never have been this easy to talk to. But after following Xu Yao for a year, his temperament had gradually undergone a great transformation. Though the arrogance of a top-tier aristocratic scion remained, he had learned to set aside status and wealth when dealing with others.

"Perhaps you two are just too heroic." I didn’t want to dwell on this topic. If my mother knew we were practicing contraception, she would surely unleash her nagging prowess, and then I would never have a day of peace again.

Meng Chang felt only pity for those thirty-some scouts. With that look on Bu Qianhuai’s face, something bad was clearly about to happen.

Though her palms were somewhat calloused, the rest of her skin was well-maintained, remarkably delicate and smooth.

"I..." Tang Jin had intended to say something tactful—neither rejecting nor accepting—just to dodge the question for now. But he hadn't expected Wang Yiqing to demand an immediate answer, leaving him momentarily at a loss for how to respond.

He heard Tang Shouyu continue, "Fortunately, I am also well-versed in this field and possess a certain resistance to various insect poisons, which is why I was not immediately afflicted."

When things evolve to a point of extreme complexity, the skill of "divine calculation" finds its purpose. But what if there is only one choice? A choice can only be made when there is more than one option. If you are walking down a road with no forks, you have no right to choose whether to turn left or right.

Everyone was stunned, Qiao Zhou having stifled their words before they could be spoken. They had indeed wanted to argue for winning against superior numbers, but that statement clearly no longer moved Liu Zhang.

After a muffled sound, the entire forest suddenly fell silent, creating an atmosphere completely different from before; now, everything was hushed, without the slightest sound.

There is an old saying that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, but it seems this is no longer practical. The saying should be reversed: close neighbors are not as good as distant relatives.

Upon arriving at the pre-booked hotel room, Gongsun Yu began dialing the phone number buried deep within his memory.

"That..." Tang Jin heard Xingyue’s warning and noticed Liang Xiaoying’s ears turning red with anger. He guessed that if he didn't act, she would strike first. Besides, to boost his romance score, he had to beat this redhead to the ground! He feigned hesitation and beckoned to the young man.

Two months passed. During this time, the valley where Tianyou stayed was filled with the resonance of zithers every day, the air thick with spiritual energy. Tianyou practiced incessantly in solitude, determined not to stop until he reached the peak of the Qi Refining stage.

"Mother, how did you know these were Flat Peaches?" Jiang Tao asked, unable to help himself. He had only just returned, and it seemed he hadn't told anyone about the peaches.

In an instant, Qin Beiyang remembered the Polish assassin who had attempted to kill the German diplomat today. Wasn't he also hiding an identical badge?

As the group reached a narrow path, the troops moved through first. Liu Bei and the others watched the army from the side, feeling a sense of security. With so many men, they surely had to be useful, right? The army moved slowly forward, and Liu Bei followed. As he scanned the open ground ahead with his binoculars, he felt an inexplicable reluctance to continue.

At Twitter, the moment Lin Fan stepped into the company, he saw Jack waiting for him. Williams, standing beside him, beamed at Lin Fan with particular radiance. He knew exactly why Lin Fan had come to Twitter—some people were due to be moved, and it was his turn to step up.

He seemed to be trying hard to suppress the emotions in his heart, keeping his anxiety from leaking out, which Qin Hao found very satisfying.

No way. He had made it all the way here, and facing a table filled with exquisite delicacies one rarely saw in a decade, he could only watch and not eat?

Thirty-seven years ago, in the underground palace of the Tang Dynasty tomb right before his eyes, he had witnessed the birth of Qin Beiyang with his own eyes.

Giuseppe Caproni discovered the core of the Nine-Color damage: several pipelines connecting the spirit stones to the organs had been severed.

Fortunately, the body memory of his predecessor held a fair amount of knowledge regarding where weapons could be concealed, which gave Feng Xue the courage to arm himself like a hedgehog.

After all, once Qin Liuyi truly became the head of the Qin family, they would have even fewer opportunities to meet.

He had expected it to be a simple matter, but he hadn't anticipated that in the next second, Chu Chen would pin them all to the ground—the entire process taking no more than a few seconds.

Hearing this, both the Black Eagle Cult Leader and the Golden Scale Eagle King changed expressions slightly, struck by an ominous feeling.

The Xiao brothers arrived a bit late, just in time to see an object resembling a human figure slide past them and fly into the room in a parabolic arc.

The Cursed Technique Reversal was a good thing. With it, he would never have to worry about overtraining and getting injured again.

There were also many merchants: vendors selling candied haws, acrobats, crosstalk performers, Peking opera singers, and folk musicians—a great variety of them all.

The moment she spoke, Shen Xiujin, standing beside her, grabbed her arm almost instinctively. His insecurity and fear of losing her were laid bare by that single action.

Shouldn't the important thing be that she missed the banquet and was quite pitiful? How did it turn into this?

Long Qingchen’s gaze grew firm. Even if he couldn't reunite his parents right now, he believed that in the near future, he certainly would—as long as his strength was sufficient.