Chapter 462

Wu Qi is still the squad leader and still carries out missions, but they’re far easier than before Earth’s destruction; yet his gaze still intimidates, making no one dare defy him.

The man’s body was struck backward, then thudded heavily to the ground.

Popovich never admits it aloud, but deep inside, there’s a barrier he can’t cross.

“The western side of the map already had an airdrop—there might be something more important than a sniper rifle in it; I wonder if there’s a flare gun.” A calmer voice spoke.

The Lone Wolf team’s players shivered, wondering if Rick Carlisle had really had his brain squeezed by Popovich just now.

Seeing this, Im’s two companions’ prayers grew louder, causing Ethan to feel an involuntary sense of agitation.

Zhao Shufen sighed inwardly—how could fate be so unequal between people? Why didn’t she have Zhao Yulan’s good fortune, meeting a man who treated her well and was truly dependable?

Nights were colder than days; Wang Xihé imagined what other bases looked like. Though he’d seen fragmented training footage, all he’d seen were forests, mountains, and the same ocean—he’d never seen classic bases like primeval forests or tropical rainforests, let alone worlds deep in space.

Ye Ning’s lips trembled; every time she heard “Ye Qingqing,” her heart stabbed sharply, pain searing into her marrow.

This scene felt familiar—just like the special cheerleading squad that often surrounded Liu Chuanfeng in Slam Dunk.

She knew her hemorrhage this time wasn’t accidental—it was the result of a conspiracy. Otherwise, how could she, who had given birth smoothly, suddenly hemorrhage? If so, she must live even more desperately.

Butting in was a sign of terrible manners; Zhang Shi’s face flushed crimson when called out.

When Leng Yue received the news, she wasn’t surprised—it was even slower than she’d expected. She thought they’d ally by the time she mobilized for three months, but they’d extended the timeline. This gave her ample preparation time.

As he spoke, he drifted effortlessly into the room—ghosts had it easy; once inside, the door closed automatically.

Just as Li Bufan felt despair closing in, an elusive incantation surfaced in his mind.

The same thing was happening in She County, Anhui—Bi Maokang saw a miniature “two-shot firecracker” launcher; in Fengxin, Jiangxi, Song Yingxing, who’d just returned home last year after failing the imperial exams in the capital, saw a miniature waterwheel. Like Xu Guangqi, both immediately packed their bags and followed the imperial envoy to the capital.

This left Leng Yue torn, unable to think of a good solution—but she knew she could never abandon him.

“Your pick-up line is outdated!” Han Mengmeng cut Zhang Sanfeng off mid-sentence and walked away without looking back.

That day, two horses arrived at the gate, each carrying an official—one familiar from the area, the other unknown.

“Ruxuan!” Liu Huaiyong screamed, lunging forward, frantically tearing off his own clothes to stop her bleeding. The others finally reacted, rushing over.

This angered not just the Wang sisters, but the sisters from other families too—they wanted to enter the Qi household, but they weren’t girls from families like Su Xiang’s; if they entered the Qi household, their reputations would be ruined.

Sun Li also bowed his head and ate his porridge. Seeing Yue Zhenming and Yue Wanqing didn’t take Yue Lan’s words seriously, Sun Li figured Yue Lan was just speaking offhand and didn’t think much of it. But as he ate, he constantly felt Yue Lan’s gaze flickering toward him.

Moreover, supreme authority surged relentlessly from Sun Li’s eyes. There was no one before him now—but if anyone had been there, they would have collapsed to their knees the instant they saw his expression.

Meanwhile, the teachers beside him, hearing Ou Weibin’s words, turned to look at Sun Li.

Hearing the voice, their furrowed brows lifted; seeing Su Jin, their faces lit up with joy.

Seated opposite each other before a low tea table, Daoist Master Qingxu moved with elegant grace, personally brewing tea for Tang Ru. The tea, water, and utensils were all extraordinary; in the mist of steam, fragrance filled the air. A single breath cleared the body and invigorated the spirit.

And seeing Ning Qingqing’s brisk, efficient demeanor at work truly opened Avian’s eyes.

“Get lost! Some scoundrels always try to dodge payment—no way!” Tang Chuandao glared fiercely at Liu Lang.

I looked at Principal Lin, reluctant to leave. Professor Luo was already fidgeting impatiently. We walked toward the school gate; Lin’s two children pushed each other, whispering: “You ask!” one said. “You ask!” the other replied.

The arrival of these four instantly reduced the pressure previously imposed by Meng Baoyu to its lowest point.

But the inheritors of the two houses, Jia Jing and Jia She, were close to the Crown Prince, and the two dukes had tacitly accepted it. In truth, it was because their family’s power had begun to wane, slipping downhill.

“This tent seems warmer than before?” Benyashili wiped sweat from his brow, hesitantly addressing the two.