Chapter 214

Are you ready?

Lin Mo turned his head and asked.

"Already ready, already ready—how many times are you going to ask?"

Yu Linglong said impatiently: "The talismans are all stuck up—at the vegetable market entrance from the south gate. Protective talismans are also placed around the perimeter; we guarantee no impact on nearby residents."

Lin Mo nodded, then turned to Long A and Chu Wange:

"You all know the evacuation route? Follow my orders—no one moves forward."

Lu Yuan, like the others, half-organized his desk, then slung his bag over his shoulder.

She didn't need others to soothe her; she healed herself, though the process was inevitably painful—constantly empathizing with others' wounds, constantly healing herself.

Before the question could leave his lips, someone suddenly pushed open the window and leapt in from outside.

But I had no time to pay attention, because Zhou Yuting, representing Yongting Group, had come in person to sign the contract at Huanyu.

On the other hand, whenever free, he'd flip through his high school textbooks to get a general sense of the exam scope.

This time, Wei Xiaofeng, who looked worn out from debauchery with sunken eyes, also voiced his disbelief.

Conrad seized the document, handed some to Thomas beside him, and both began flipping through it at once.

The Benc team drove out of the school again; without motorcycle escort, only four or five Volkswagens followed.

"If that's the case, Ning'er has nothing more to say." Zhou Ruoning dropped her gentle smile, picked up the silver note, tore it into pieces, and threw them on the ground. With a light tug of her skirt, she stepped on them. Her eyes flicked sideways toward Zhou Ruoshui—unintentionally reminding her: you are beneath my foot; don't dream of escaping through anyone else.

At the ninth strike, thunder plunged into the water, dense and relentless, as if about to pour down—its power reached an unimaginable peak. Even observers outside felt their hearts pound like war drums; how much worse for those beneath it?

Tibetans generally refuse to sell; they rely on fierce Tibetan mastiffs for herding and warding off wild beasts, forming deep bonds. In remote mountain areas, money is less practical than supplies. If stranded in a vast desert, would you choose a cup of water or a million U. . dollars?

Speaking, the sorrowful shadow walked up to the city lord and forcibly poured the liquid into his mouth.

Like those Shu soldiers, he greedily and madly absorbed the energy from the giant mushrooms, cultivating forbidden magic even sorcerers dared not delve into—and like the Shu soldiers, he was parasitized by the mushrooms' spores.

After circling without finding anything, just as he grew disappointed, his nose twitched slightly. He walked to a crooked tree, idly dug a few times with his shovel, and uncovered a torn sheepskin bag.

"Esteemed young master, could you please tell us why you suddenly attacked the Nine Cold Frost Palace?" Xu Muwan did not rashly order her disciples to act; instead, she calmly asked for clarification first.

Wen Yiming tasted the pear threads—truly exceptional; they melted instantly, leaving not a trace, revealing their exquisite texture. He tasted the hawthorn cake next—it wasn't sour at all, but pleasantly sweet, with a chewy, elastic texture, perfect in color, aroma, and flavor.

For a moment, none of them dared do anything on the beach they had seized, for the enemy was far too treacherous—even in retreat, they struck with brutal force.

Watching Zheng Xiujing's completely languid demeanor, Yang Mo felt no irritation—only tender exasperation as he shook his head, propped his hands on the bed, and leaned over her.

But his expression was entirely different: "Commander, perhaps we're too young and inexperienced, and our actions have indeed been reckless. But consider this: our demands are not excessive. If we can reach an agreement, I guarantee every single Alliance soldier will return safely."