Chapter 152: The Young Master Trapped

Then he turned to He Feng and asked, "Where are the prepared large baskets?" Seeing He Feng at the training ground, Han Bo told the three of them to rest for a moment and then start gathering stones. Obediently, the three went over to the training ground to pick up stones.

Zhang Junfeng sat at the other end of the sofa, clutching half a bottle of soda. His face was flushed red, and beads of sweat stood out on his forehead.

They knew very well that apart from Ye Zhenwei, who possessed top-tier strength, the rest of the younger generation fell somewhat short of expectations.

Lin Le had already contacted the person in charge over there. Now, he was going for a field inspection to see the actual condition of the Glory Amusement Park before making a decision.

Replace the acacia gum with purple quartz powder and reduce the proportion slightly. In the formulation of alchemy-related reagents, superior materials are not always better; excessive spirituality will disrupt the stability of other components, causing the reagents to lose their balance and yield the opposite of the desired result.

Although interpersonal relationships in Jingsu are somewhat distant, parents will still build a world for their children before they enter a military academy to study.

Han Jiancheng rubbed his left arm, where there was a gunshot wound given by Jing Pantuo. It was still bleeding even after being bandaged.

Eisen picked up where Chloe left off with lingering fear. Although he didn't describe the specific details, judging from the fact that he still couldn't help frowning just mentioning it, the scene back then had truly frightened him quite a bit.

The special reconnaissance company soldiers in the carriages were not having such a comfortable time. There were a total of eight carriages filled with a substantial amount of cargo; despite working themselves to the bone throwing things out for half a day, the volume inside didn't seem to decrease by much.

As the bell of Gilded Lily University rang, old Charles happened to walk up to that maple-wood office door. On the nameplate hanging beside the door was a string of names, designating the office of a full professor in the Department of History.

The old charlatan didn't come to save me, but instead crawled shivering toward the entrance. The zombie sniffed hard with its fleshless white bone nose, then violently flung me aside and bounded toward the old charlatan's position. It seemed the old charlatan's urine had attracted it.

Before the plane took off, Xia Tong called Ye Tingjue to inform him that the wedding had been canceled. As for the reason, it was hard to explain over the phone, so she would slowly explain it to him when he returned to Yetu.

Ye Liyan still felt a bit unwell. Finally shaking off her hazy daze, she gave the man a push.

Zhao Bo'an's face was chillingly cold and devoid of expression, but his fingers involuntarily clenched tightly.

Efficiency dictates the strength of an organization, from which the immense power and high operational efficiency of the "Plum Society" could be seen. They had managed to get it settled in just this short amount of time.

The Three Xiao sisters were the eldest Yunxiao, the second Qiongxiao, and the youngest Bixiao. The three of them addressed Zhao Gongming as an elder brother. Legend has it that the Three Xiao sisters were originally three clouds formed at the creation of the heavens, while Zhao Gongming was a wisp of pure breeze. Before taking human form, the four of them depended on each other and attained human form together, hence their exceptionally close relationship.

Mother Zhao hurriedly dialed Cao Ge's phone, but no matter how many times she called, it went unanswered.

Those white mists were like the morning water vapor of a chilly autumn season—very wispy, as thin as a hazy dream. The presence of mist was not unusual; as long as the humidity was sufficient, mist was easily generated. However, Yun Piaoying and the others had overlooked one detail, and that was the source of these mists.

The Huo family and the Liang family were renowned prominent clans in Shengjing; an alliance through marriage between the two families would naturally be the icing on the cake.

Today was the weekend, and the outpatient clinic was not busy. While she was looking at her phone, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

"If we mobilize the Guardians to help, it will probably take about three days or so," Leni forced back the tingling sensation in her earlobe and replied, pretending to be completely unruffled.

Like some invisible force sweeping across the entire venue, choking everyone's throat, the noisy and bustling dance hall instantly fell silent, leaving only the sound of everyone's breathing and heartbeats.

"What do you mean by 'ha'? Dancing can attract customers, isn't that what you humans say?" Judah said matter-of-factly.

A glimmer of hope reignited in Weisogen's eyes. As long as the legion had demands, Weisogen dared to stake his entire future on a gamble.

"Of course, since you're coming to see me, I've got something good for you," Ye Tian said with a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

Only the rebels against fate were granted this treatment. As for other living beings, if they stumbled in by chance, they would simply hide and turn a blind eye.

The Tianchen star system was almost like a silver disc, with the Chenhe Empire ruling a quarter of its territory, encompassing some one hundred billion planetary systems.

If Ksitigarbha had not wished to deliver evil ghosts and grant them a trial to manifest the suffering of the world, there would not have been any ghost guards in existence at all.

Therefore, she nodded obediently. She still knew where to draw the line between when she could act willfully and when she needed to be obedient.

A cargo hold transporting fruit would naturally attract more insects and ants. Jian He thanked her and looked back at Ah Xuan, but Ah Xuan waved his hand, signaling that he wanted to sit here a bit longer. So Jian He walked back by herself first.

"What's so eerie about it? Hurry up and tell me!" With her mind preoccupied, Jiang Zhilian had no appetite for food and simply laid down her bowl and chopsticks.

As the silver needles penetrated deeper bit by bit, the Emperor's breathing gradually grew steady, and his complexion was no longer as pale as before.

As we talked and walked, we reached the street by the entrance of the shopping mall. For some reason, it appeared unusually deserted.