Chapter 271: Beth, open the door, Daddy~

America.

Kentucky.

Beth Harmon looked blankly at her foster mother, who was lingering on her sickbed.

It had already been more than three months.

She, who should have been participating in various international chess invitation tournaments, could only stay at home, accompanying her foster mother who had suddenly become seriously ill.

This would indeed have made her feel bad.

But it wouldn't be as painful as it was now.

Because her foster mother was still quite good to her.

Without her foster mother's insistence, she would still be...

The thick fog was still blocking her eyes, and the lush trees stood quietly as if they were paintings painted there.

As for "Yama," who ranked second on the list, his bounty could no longer be measured. The crown represented supreme status and position, and it was also the respect and awe of the underground world of various countries toward him.

Sun Yi began to let the transfer department list candidates according to his requirements. He prepared to go and inspect them in person before deciding who to buy.

After speaking, she packed up the buns, put them in the refrigerator, drank the remaining bit of red date yogurt in one gulp, turned, and went to the bathroom, locking the door from the inside.

Zhang Tianyi had always had the idea of building his own exclusive anti-Japanese team. He was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the appearance of like-minded partners.

Especially when Xiao Lang was recounting the period when Du Yan was killed by cruel evil magic, he clenched his hands tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, and ghost energy swirled around his body.

She was worthy of being the beauty who had fascinated King Cheng; if she were only beautiful in appearance, it wouldn't have been enough for King Cheng to cast aside the Queen he had pampered for over twenty years.

The senior brother's goal for next season must be to defend the national server championship. If the performance in this global finals is not good, it is very likely that the goal will be to achieve a ranking in the world competition.

In twenty or thirty minutes, Zhu Wentian and Sister D had already handled the car rental; accurately speaking, Zhu Wentian handled it single-handedly, because Sister D didn't carry an ID card or money with her, and even her account was empty.

"Sun, you haven't eaten yet, right?" As the plane entered stable flight, Dio beside him said.

Xu Chuan looked at Fang Zhou and asked in a deep voice. Fang Zhou was more proficient in formations than him; perhaps there was a chance to break the formation.

He was wholeheartedly thinking of Ya Ruo's words. To deal with the ghost in Jin Hu's body, he must rely on Lou Xuanze and the other two. If they all died, what would happen to Jin Hu?

"Very good, then where did you lose them?" As long as they hadn't left the palace, there was still hope for everything.

Hehe! To put it bluntly, it was just him currying favor with her. God was helpless, thinking why did he have to do things that made others hate her?

Moreover, he wasn't a so-called frugal emperor like the Daoguang Emperor who sought fame—a patch cost several taels of silver; he was truly living very frugally.

Midnight, remembering yesterday's cold wind, it still remains today. A hanging curtain in the side room, black hair lighting a lamp and scattering dim yellow, exhaling fragrance lingering on the beams, a strand of longing infinitely tied to sorrow—My lord, my lord, where are you?

In the last dozen pages, Ji Qingzhu suddenly stopped, then thought desperately, even slapping his own head, but he couldn't remember anymore.

Early the next morning, Xu Chuan woke up from his sleep. The first thing he did upon waking was to enter the Buddha Bead World. The rich spiritual energy rushed toward him, sweeping away his sleepiness.

The false emperor Yongde felt a chill in his crotch, and then blood sprayed wildly. Although he was colorblind and didn't see the blood as red, he was scared out of his wits at this moment, his whole body trembling.

Han Bing's body was tattered, reshaped countless times, dripping blood to be reborn, breaking bones to be reshaped, interpreting the miracle of the Union with the Dao Realm.

If it were defense, he naturally wouldn't be afraid, but without corresponding attack power, even if he could take a beating, it would be of no avail.

So, whether she could successfully turn the tables, Tiantian didn't know either. Anyway, her purpose was just to provoke a war to conduct large-scale experiments.

Crosstalk is a traditional art, but its history is not long—only a hundred years or so. However, it is very good at learning from other art forms and absorbing their nutrients to enrich itself. ===== CHAPTER 272 =====