Chapter 117: Chang Qingshu Sets Off Overnight, Such a Book Fan

Nanjing.

After receiving Cao Sheng's reply email, Chang Qingshu turned off the computer, stood up, put on his coat, walked out of the bedroom, changed into leather shoes, dragged the suitcase he had prepared long ago, opened the door, and set off.

Yes, he had long been prepared to go to Huizhou.

Traveling to Mount Huang was merely an excuse he had made up; in truth, where did he have the mind for travel now?

The boss called personally, saying that Hetu, Gaia, Shu Pin, Adventurer, and several other publishing houses,

Lu Baiyang did not mention any mission, reward, or third-class merit in the phone call; some things need not be told to family members to spare them worry.

Ning Xiu's plan was to train soldiers according to the Fubing system of the Sui and Tang dynasties. This could guarantee an upward path for soldiers, thereby keeping them motivated.

In the blink of an eye, several hours passed, and Nangong Yunyao and his group had also selected a huge pile of items.

A moment later, having slightly calmed his emotions and forcibly steadied his mind, he walked to the door. Hearing the low moans and urgent, heavy and coarse panting coming from inside the room, Zheng Xichen felt his heart, which had just settled, become uncontrollable again.

Thinking of a future army famous throughout the world selling soap, Zhang Weiyu suddenly felt like dying.

Regarding the team battle in the first round, you executed a brilliant counterattack tactic that successfully turned the tide and ended the opponent in one wave? May I ask how you achieved this.

Li Liang swallowed it without hesitation. At this moment, Lu Shu had been secretly observing Yi Qian's expression. When he saw the other party's puzzled look, Lu Shu breathed a sigh of relief; Yi Qian had never seen the Marrow-Washing Fruit.

But they also knew there was no way around it; to allow more people to survive, choices had to be made.

However, upon second thought, he felt he was overthinking it; in this forest, he probably did not live as comfortably as the other party.

"Could the stone tablet be trying to swallow that bead?" Seeing this scene, Zhao Yu widened his eyes.

"Fighting against our brother Ao Zhanfei, he actually didn't use spiritual power and still wanted to compete with physical strength; isn't this too arrogant?" Seeing his movements, the members present were extremely surprised.

Afterwards, Zhao Yu began to breathe in and out. The spiritual energy here was so dense it reached a terrifying degree; although it did not liquefy, with a slight squeeze, one could see the mist-like "spirit liquid."

Shen Mo stared for a while, as if seeing something, then started the car and returned to the Shen family. Ruan Bing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he probably hadn't noticed anything.

Even so, China remains one of the countries with the best order globally. At least China's army has not had problems and remains an important and steadfast force protecting the people. Without needing to consider internal troubles, one only needs to deal with external threats, so the situation is naturally relatively better.

Family and friends are all here, but the person he most wants to see immediately is Yuan Shiqing. Having been separated from the old man for so long, he didn't know his current state.

In the preliminary round, Arenas went out first, and the first point didn't even score a single ball. But his performance was good afterwards; in the last point, he even made five out of five shots, truly starting low and ending high. He finally scored 14 points.

Isn't his current state exactly proof of how much he loves himself? He didn't even play the match. He didn't want clothes or shoes, and in his bare body, he sped all the way from San Francisco to here.

"Trouble Master Kui and Sect Master Qi to maintain order and prevent the cultivators outside the formation from moving around," Zhao Yu said to the two who were still drinking tea.

Xiao Jinyu also told Luo Feng what Zhang Luoshan had said. Luo Feng certainly had no objections; as long as the money he wanted arrived, he didn't want to manage the specific process.

Thinking the child was about to cry again, the child turned his head, buried his face in Gu Jingye's arms, and stopped looking at the two of them.

She recalled that Shen Queyan himself had said he was not a good person, but she still felt he was very good: polite, attentive, knowing how to advance and retreat appropriately, and even teaching her how to view things normally.