Chapter 312: Heavenly Dome Ancient Tower! Long A

Bai Yanran sneered, not bothering to invite Qin Lina in, and climbed the stairs on her own, heading home.

Emperor Zhao Gou personally selected the envoy to Qi, yet among his ministers, he found no suitable candidate. He thought of Zhang Jun, exiled for his unwavering loyalty to Great Song and his advocacy for northern expedition, but dismissed due to past affairs. Zhao Gou intended to reappoint Zhang Jun now, to counterbalance Qin Hui's faction.

After speaking, he turned back inside. Wang Siyao's eyes were still red. Da Niu picked up a bucket without a word, slung it over his shoulder, and followed Wang Siyao to the village well, where he saw the young man again.

He simply took her to countless places. He didn't know what she meant by "camera," but vaguely sensed it was something from her past life; he also didn't know where she got so many regrets.

As soon as movement stirred within Su Yuan, the shadow guards outside sent word to Ling Jing, who arrived just in time to trap them inside—Ling Jing and Elder Xu arrived simultaneously.

He used the Dragon Head's arrangement to facilitate cooperation between Old Zhuang and Dongjiang's Zhao Mingzhu, aiding Zhao Mingzhu to secure a substantial profit from the entire affair.

Li Wuxin subtly curled her lip. Such a woman as the First Lady was the kind she despised most, in both past and present lives—always shifting blame onto others for her own faults.

Two days ago, Yue Fei received reconnaissance reports of Jurchen activity near Wudang Mountain, purpose unknown. He ordered Yang Zaixing and Da Niu to investigate Wudang Mountain. Yang Zaixing had returned to Xiangyang yesterday due to another mission.

Even Li Wuxin didn't realize that now, she had grown faintly cold and distant.

In a moment, the lion blinked open its eyes, and He Xue's flawless face appeared before it.

"I'll take my leave, won't disturb you." The steward bowed slightly and walked away without even glancing at Gu Haoxuan.

Back in her room, Ajun slept lightly. When she awoke again, dusk had settled, and Aunt Yao had not returned.

How could this be? Mother lived permanently within the heavily guarded Immortal Palace, never venturing out—and with Odin and Tony, that brute with muscles but no brains, guarding her—how could anything happen to him?

Countless questions nearly burst Aibe Zhenghong's skull. He smiled—politely, not awkwardly—because he simply didn't know how to answer.

Less than ten breaths here equaled one second in the previous world; within less than ten seconds, they vanished into the chamber, hidden by the mist. What technique was this?

Si Lian walked over, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and pressed her face against his back, rubbing gently.

The Federal Government, forced to collaborate with the military and the New York Police Department, held an emergency press conference at the western edge of the ruined Manhattan.

Although Ai Lin explained the origin of the four installers, George now refused to abandon any possible lead.

Hundreds, thousands of crimson vines, countless mysterious red runes glowing faintly, tightly coiled around the Iron-Ball Bear Lord.

Li Lianying, no doubt a seasoned personal chief steward, easily defused the tension with just a few words.

"I've heard something about the Sword of Myriad Ancestors and the Holy Demon Blade," Nie Li frowned slightly.

It wasn't that the sunglasses on their faces played any significant role, but because Leo was using his mental ability to subtly influence passersby, making them unconsciously overlook the three of them as they walked.

"The Sky-Splitter Sakrio" raised an eyebrow and smiled, stepping back. Simultaneously, Zha'er and Ge'er moved—the two teams, as if avoiding each other, slowly retreated. Yet neither lowered their guard; weapons remained gripped, eyes locked on the other.

Sowiran froze. He last heard those words from Motte—but before he could voice his question, a deep green orb flew from his forehead, the "gift" spoken of by the Lord of Nothingness. "Could it be meant for this Chaos Prophet?" Sowiran wondered silently.

While Zhao Minsheng was frantically shopping in Atlanta, Lisa in New York was enduring a trial of fire and ice.

"Then what are we waiting for?" The old man, spurred by the good news, raised his voice.

Naturally, it was these players who worried—they had protested, but their protests meant nothing: "Play if you want, leave if you don't." Without these people, the Second World would thrive even better.

His now-empty left hand was completely immobilized; it could move only because the vines inside his body had replaced his tendons, forcibly pulling to enable motion.

"I've never seen so many Cosmic Gods," said the boy-like Dong Bo Xueying, arriving shoulder to shoulder with the Lord of Nanyun. They presented their gifts and entered the grand hall, where attendants guided them to their seats.

Twenty-eight: willing to create beautiful memories with you, leaving behind precious footprints to cherish when you look back in the future.

Besides Shi Jinping, Yue Jiu, Yan Zixuan, and Lei Yun, who had been trained by Fang Hao, two other teenagers in the top eight came from Imperial Noble families.

Training has hit a bottleneck; combat ability can no longer improve, and further training is meaningless.

Even if it doesn't reach Super SS rank, it will surely grant massive "level-up experience," enhancing the power and effects of the 【Thunder God】 ability.

Dr. Lin swiftly pulled out a medicine box, broke open a capsule, and tossed it over.

This time, Yan Yue had learned his lesson. As the ruler swung down, he moved swiftly to block the strike.

She spat out half the chewed piece, then ran to Chen Junyan's side and shoved it into his mouth without warning.

Chen Junyan left one door and one window open, and lit several bonfires in the center of the shelter and around its perimeter.

But the technological gap between half-breeds and ordinary humans was immense—remember, China hadn't even widely adopted the internet until 2007.