Chapter 481: He Chen: Let

"Don't be too worried!"

He Chen reached out and placed his hand on Zhong Bai's shoulder, her expression shifting uncertainly. He first offered a word of comfort, then suddenly shouted: "You will absolutely never encounter such a thing~!"

I was just saying that to give you a heads-up.

After all, it's not impossible!

Once your childhood sweetheart goes astray.

Then your advantage will be crushed infinitely.

Can you be with him all day for these four years?

Lan Zuanlei stopped crying. Her palms were covered in sorrowful flower petals, each one slowly shattering her rainbow-like dream. Gradually, she sank into the love legend of Apollo and Daphne.

Sima Dejian gave a cold snort and said, "You might as well pray not to be the Son of Heaven in your next life, but to be born a wealthy man." With that, he waved his hand. Linghu Xingda understood, stepped forward, gripped his steel saber, and prepared to kill Yang Guang.

Even Su Yuan, whom she least wanted to see, had been served tea politely that day. What else was there that they hadn't done? Thinking back to the tea ceremony that day, Su Yuan's arrogant appearance made Lin Wei's teeth itch with anger, but helplessly, since she was an elder, Lin Wei endured it.

Before long, we were led by Zhou Cong to the second floor of the supermarket. The second floor was for electrical appliances. Zhou Cong clearly came here often; he brought us to the mobile phone counter with ease.

Murong Shishi glanced at me, paused for a moment, but still took her phone out of the bag on the table and handed it to me.

"It's on the map next to the Abyss of Doomsday." The guild player who discovered the BOSS was clearly extremely excited. As a member of Who Rivals the Peak, according to guild regulations, if they could take down that BOSS, they would have priority in choosing one piece of equipment.

Madam Zhang was so angry her face turned pale: "What nonsense are you spouting? I'll tear your mouth apart." What Madam Zhang took pride in most was her husband's lucrative position, which had allowed her to take advantage of many things. Now that she thought Wanwan was cursing her husband, she was naturally furious.

"Rise." Yang Guang had already grown accustomed to the wide and comfortable dragon throne. Now, wearing the nine-dragon yellow robe that only an emperor could wear, he sat upright on the throne, giving people a sense of awe.

At the critical moment, someone was actually able to sacrifice their life to block the inevitable strike. Sun Kun was also somewhat surprised. At this moment, facing Qin Long, who was angry to the extreme, he naturally would not have any psychological burden.

Qin Long was even squinting his eyes, his fingers making simple yet profound movements. It was hard to imagine how much strength such movements required. As the movements continued, one could see wisps of mist steaming up from the remote ends of the world.

He was the third-place winner of the previous Golden Sword Assembly. Other rankings had risen and fallen over these sixty years, but only his third-place position had never been shaken.

After receiving another slap, the bald man was driven to desperation. He immediately pulled a combat dagger from his waist, ready to stab Chen Ya.

"Ten thousand, ten thousand, aren't you tired of adding? I bid twenty thousand!" the young man shouted, raising his head. Clearly, he also saw that twenty thousand was about the limit for the price of this raw stone.

This sudden act of arm-clinging and acting spoiled gave Qin Xiang Nan goosebumps all over, and he even lost his grip on the car's steering wheel.

Now that Lin Kun, who was responsible for the undercover work, had been caught, for Zhou Xingzu, they had lost their utility.

Behind the large banners, a squad of about three hundred Ming infantrymen were lining up and donning armor. The armor on their bodies was vastly different from the cotton armor and brigandine armor commonly used by the surrounding Ming troops. In structure, it was brigandine, but in style, it looked like two pieces of clothing woven together with armor plates and ropes.

In the span of a single night, the Ming scouts and night-watchers had cleared out all the Qing hidden posts. The main army rolled out from the mountain path. Looking at it, the fire-red torrent seemed like magma flowing through the mountains, stretching on endlessly. ===== CHAPTER 482 =====