Chapter 710: The Sea Embraces All Rivers

After Madam Xin and Shi Chaoqing arrived in Bianzhou, they were placed in an ordinary residence inside Kaifeng City; the surroundings were not very quiet—daytime rang with children's clamor, nighttime with rooster crows and dog barks, full of the breath of life.

Or one could say the folk of Bianzhou are restless, love to chase profit, and simply cannot stay quiet.

Fang Chongyong just left Shi Chaoqing and the others hanging; he neither received them nor dealt with them, only sending some food and ordinary clothing every few days. Those who serve Madam Xin

"Report to command: Wang Zeming called in; the oil field has started producing, and the Rockefeller family wants to spend a hundred million dollars to purchase. British rubber stocks have also begun to be traded. Personnel sent to study at the U. S. Naval Academy, the navy, and shipyards have already been settled," Wen Yingxing reported.

Time flew; three days passed in the blink of an eye, and during those three days, the geniuses of Qidu also "got along as one."

Chen Yi was startled, but when he saw the disdainful look of the burly man, he understood the meaning: it was clearly that they thought the two of them were poorly dressed, and thus looked down on them.

Wang Xuanlong smiled, patted his shoulder and said, "I didn't expect you to be so considerate, thank you." He then took the mineral water from the boy's hand.

The magnificent Wang family residence has, in recent years, become like a dead, silent tomb, without a single breath of life, and the reason is simply that child who was thrown off a cliff years ago.

Jiang Yufan was also a bit displeased; because of this matter, he had been unable to lift his head for a month, and wondered how long the old man would need to forgive him.

"Why scold them? Just kick them out of the Love River Resisters Alliance; if you have the ability, let them go fight the aliens themselves..." Valentai gritted his teeth.

"Chen Ning, you can dispatch a ship to Hanyang Steel Plant now; the workers have already been arranged," Zai Qia said.

The spear flew back twice, seized tightly in the hand of the Bone King, whose mouth twitched, emitting an extremely sinister smile.

Sister Zhang stepped around the scattered clothes and placed the insulated bucket on the table. On the table lay a few scattered Durex condoms, which Sister Zhang, being an experienced person, recognized at a glance.

"That's true; this is like trying to paint a tiger but ending up with a dog," Gu Fenshen nodded in agreement.

About a quarter of an hour later, Jin Tianzhuang finally caught up, his face instantly lit with joy, and his breathing became a bit rapid.

The two passed through the second silver gate into a spacious marble hall, where roughly a hundred and ten or so sprites sat behind a long counter, hastily recording in the ledger; some weighed coins on scales, others examined gems with magnifying glasses.

These dozen Shark Tribe members were all at the Golden Immortal level; if it were the past, how could an early-stage Demon Lord like Luo Xue possibly not be a match for these few brutes.

However, Wei Qing noticed a crucial piece of information: the Soul Feather was not shown by the system as damaged. In other words, this is the Soul Feather's true form.

Of course, joke aside, since they met Ren Xiaorong here, friend Chen Long would naturally not stand by idly; after all, Ren Xiaorong and several Qingshan Sect disciples were caught in a difficult situation.

Ten years had passed; looking at Yang Yi, who still looked the same, Mingyue Xin's expression turned slightly bitter. If they had acted directly back then, the person before them wouldn't have had such power, and who knows what the outcome would have been?

The remainder were two peak-level Great Luo divine warriors; one, being a subordinate of the Red Sand Old Demon, naturally had no objections, and the other, a lone cultivator, also consented.

They could see with their own eyes the spray of their own great arteries, and of course they could also hear the sound of their great arteries being severed.

The device is mounted on a long mast and can rotate freely until it aligns with the hull's axis; the sail adapts to changing wind directions, allowing it to catch wind and alter course in narrow waterways. The ship's patterns are exquisitely crafted, featuring a typical Huaxia style.