Volume One, Chapter 46: The Ambition for Grand Unification!

Yang Peng was not pleased in his heart.

Qin Bao was even younger than him—how could he be considered his elder, how could he take a higher position? It wasn’t right! It simply wasn’t right!

Yet Yang Peng also worried about being reprimanded by the Grand Master, so he ventured tentatively, “Grand Master, there is something I’m not sure if I should say.”

Kong Yingda snorted, “If you’re not sure whether you should say it, then don’t. No one will think you’re mute just because you keep quiet.”

And when the population of Shanghai County surpassed one hundred thousand within a few months, he became all the more certain that his hope lay in Shanghai County.

Dugu Yun controlled Li Yuan’s intelligence network and knew more about many matters than most ministers.

The “Sister Xia” Yang Mengxiao spoke of was a game character designer at Jiuqi Interactive, mainly responsible for designing in-game character costumes.

In Xu Chang’an’s view, whether for cultivation or the coming expedition to the ancient city of Jingjue, it was necessary to study this thoroughly.

Still, on reflection, if Donggao Village could really establish a transport team, it would be quite a good thing.

Upon entering the hospital, Lu Jia first went to the outpatient department to pay the fees. Only then did the doctor begin stitching up the old man’s head wound. Afterward, the doctor performed a checkup and found that aside from some excessive blood loss, the old man also showed signs of a concussion, so he was admitted for blood transfusion and medication.

Although she was extremely talented, she still lacked Ling’er’s innate advantages and thus found things somewhat strenuous.

A fire dragon, two zhang long, burst forth from the less-than-two-foot iron-bronze tube, piercing through the splashing waves and striking the water weeds, burning them into a writhing, shrieking fireball with a thunderous roar.

Hengtong Electronics rented a floor below Hengtong Group’s main offices for their workspace. Usually, Yang Hongmei could easily take care of Hengtong Electronics’ affairs at any time.

Ye Qianyu suddenly hurled the man upward, releasing her grip on his waist and, in a flash, reversed her hand to seize his ankle, suspending Yin Pingchuan upside down with his head down and feet up.

But her eldest brother said that their mother-in-law was confused, and provoking her would only make things worse. Alas, she was lost and anxious again. She dialed Lu Chengfeng’s number again and again, but he never answered. She truly was desperate.

“Not bad, not bad. If you had a physical form and walked down the street like this, you’d definitely cause a riot. The police would have to maintain order just for you.” Xiao Yu said appreciatively, grinning as he took a sip of his drink to moisten his parched throat.

Gu Fengchun’s eyes were blood-red. Oblivious to the chaos before him, he stiffly strode toward the seven crippled men, still clutching his glowing scepter.

The fiend was furious. Their identities had been made clear—they were under Hu Jinming, members of the Green Bamboo Gang—yet she dared to regard them with such indifference? Did she truly see herself as the gang leader’s wife?

“Hmph! To think you hid so well! Do you really believe your disappointing disciple can escape?” Zhao Yinlong, having observed Elder Tianyi’s every move, sneered coldly.

Because of his height, he had to bend slightly to look at me. That posture was so earnest, even more so than someone pleading for a favor.

Zhao Yinlong halted, fixing his gaze ahead. “Who dares block my path?” he called out in a ringing voice.

I love you. I love you so, so much. How can I leave? How can I find the strength to leave you? If I don’t, I’ll have to watch you kiss, watch you make love, watch you be happy together. Can I really endure that? I don’t know.

Xiao Yu glanced at his own machine, which only had 512 MB of memory, and wondered why nothing had happened to his, when those high-end machines had all run into problems.

Even so, that voice, as crisp as jade falling on a plate, persisted in reciting the prominent titles, finishing document after document.