Volume 1, Chapter 162: Zhou Jingdu, I'm Scared

The snow fell heavier and heavier.

Yet inside the house, the temperature steadily rose.

Shen Chaowu reminded himself that this was just a dream, that everything was false, not to be taken seriously.

Due to climatic differences, the grains around Hengshui in southern central Hebei matured a few days earlier than those in the northern regions.

At the North China Dispatch Army Headquarters in Beiping, Kang Cun Ningji had stayed awake all night and now showed signs of fatigue, sitting in a chair while gently rubbing his temple with one hand.

Long Yun, unable to figure it out, simply stopped trying and called Jia Xu in. Since he couldn't find the answer himself, he might as well ask Jia Xu directly.

"Very well, thank you, Mayor," Dian Wei said, bowing in thanks. Not knowing how to swim had made him feel uneasy here. He glanced at Xi Zhizhai, who had already run off happily to the seaside area to play.

They followed so closely not out of fear of being discovered, but because Luo Yu simply had no idea where the Demon-Subduing Ruler was. The Discipline Hall was entirely unfamiliar territory to him—its many chambers, secret rooms, and inhabitants were all unknown. Who could say where the treasure was hidden?

From this perspective, joining the main lineage made no real difference. Gradually, Wang Qing's desire to enter the main lineage faded.

Initially, Xiang Ningxuan was skeptical of Zhu Huan’s prophecy. But now that the fish people had appeared, was the arrival of Naxxramas far behind?

Nie Shu smiled. Though his name was well-known, few had likely seen his face. For this man to recognize him at a glance, he must have met him before.

In contrast, the casualties in Edo City were much more severe. The exact numbers were still being tallied, but the police headquarters alone suffered over three thousand losses. More than ten districts were destroyed, thousands of houses collapsed, and infrastructure like roads and electricity was heavily damaged, with economic losses incalculable.

Someone kindly brought over local specialties, only for their own child to say some strange things in return.

At that moment, the Meiji Academy and the Miracle of Divine Light had already arrived, while Garland Academy and Ishulant Academy were tardy. Though the nobles had taken notice, none approached to speak.

Seeing this, everyone gasped in shock, knowing that Lin Chen was truly in deep trouble this time.

Zhou Huanling, a farmer’s daughter, dressed in formal attire, carried a unique charm. Before, she had been like a pure plum blossom; now she blossomed like a magnificent peony.

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"We can't beat you in one-on-one combat, but do you dare to challenge us in military formations?" Titus said. Their Roman infantry phalanx was formidable. If single combat wouldn't work, then let’s compare battle arrays.

That night, the four children’s hearts were in their throats, facing life and death multiple times. In the end, they barely managed to save the Stone of Three Lifetimes.

In the hospital ward, Ruan Xingqi held her best friend’s hand, crying over the unfairness she had suffered from Hua Rufeng. Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a chill wind swept in. At that moment, the hallway light flickered twice.

"Talking about this now is useless. Let’s think about what to do next!" Zhou Batian said with a dark expression.

Having finally adjusted to the sunlight, Qin Fan crawled out from the thief’s tunnel, gasping deeply for air, then exhaled a breath of stale air.

In front of the Liu residence, guests came and went in an endless stream, all wearing black suits with expressionless faces, moving briskly.

Chang Qingyu’s cheeks flushed—this was the first time in over thirty years she had so openly seduced a man. Although he was her lover, she had always been composed before.

Huo Bang’s breath faltered. With Lei Hui’s downfall, his reliance seemed utterly laughable now.

Director Gao and Yi Qing were discussing filming techniques. Upon seeing Ye Qian and the makeup artist approach, they were somewhat surprised.

Zou Manhe noticed that Situ Yan hadn't appeared yet, and their patriarch’s face had turned extremely dark.

But at that moment, the black dragon’s massive body froze midair, motionless like a scene captured in a photograph.

Of course, in my opinion, thunder and lightning are the ultimate yang and most powerful magic. Zombies belong to the yin realm and naturally fear lightning, so I plan to go with Jiang Ming and see for myself.

Some had already entertained retreat, but at an unknown moment, Ling Yue appeared at the door, smiling as he spoke to them.

Although Taishi Ci had broken through the enemy formation several times, these were only localized successes; overall, Ma Zhou’s defensive line remained solid.

Why was I seeing symbols resembling the Bagua in distant Egypt? Wasn't the Bagua said to have originated from Fuxi? Did Fuxi actually visit Egypt? Or were these photos fake?

Li Zhicheng and Wu Jian exchanged a glance and swallowed nervously. So all the heavy items they had just carried were money? In their lives, they had never seen so much money appear at once.

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Someone attacked Murong Yu; he tried to dodge, but Murong Yu caught him and placed him in front.

The man in black in the center spoke briefly, drew his sword, and charged at the guards surrounding them.

Josh left the scene. Lian Chen sat down calmly, as if nothing had happened, and ordered himself an American coffee.

The oil lamp smashed against a pillar and shattered. The tung oil spilled onto the curtains, and the still-burning wick instantly ignited the oil in midair.

Holding one foot, Shu Huaye’s eyes were calm and unruffled. He glanced at the sole of his upturned wooden shoe, squinted at the dust stuck to it, snorted coldly, and casually brushed off the footprints on his black suit pants.

Upon hearing this, Bu Li didn’t catch any hidden meaning in Xiao Qi’s words and nodded seriously.

That man happened to be the CEO of a certain company. Chi Wan didn’t listen carefully, but Feng Yiheng went over to greet him, shaking hands and chatting.

"They’re going to return this energy," a sudden voice startled us. We’d thought Jiao Heping had fallen asleep, but he had been listening nearby all along.

It’s true what they say: every loss brings a gain. Although the drug causes tremendous mutations in the transformed bodies, granting terrifying power, fortunately, with the aid of the Buckknife, Ye Feng could still handle those dreadful foes.

Xie Anbo finished the half bowl of soup, set the bowl down, took a deep breath, and wore an expression of anxious urgency. His hand resting on his knee kept nervously wiping the sweat from his palm.

She thought that if she survived this disaster, she must reveal the details and provide clues to the police.

Such talk might be fine inside the house, but Ruan Mengxi hadn’t expected Qi Zeyan to say in public that he was pursuing her. Her breath caught, as if something had struck her heart, leaving her at a loss for words.