Chapter 1: The Older Generation Really Is Dedicated, Isn

A mid-level college graduate from the 1980s.

Comparable to today’s 985 or 211 universities—how did he end up like this? Coming to a small company to look for a job?

I heard the county oil factory has also shut down.

Fang Qingye muttered to himself, but his expression didn’t change; he continued asking, “Can you use a computer?”

Wu Zeyuan looked embarrassed, shook his head, and said, “When I worked as an accountant, I used an abacus and manual bookkeeping… but Director Fang, rest assured, I…”

I only collapsed from not eating for a long time and staying up all night gaming.

“Master, if you can find three more pieces of iron marrow this size for me to refine, I’ll be able to fight for you!” said the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, still excited after absorbing the first piece.

The banquet was carefully prepared; knowing the angel disliked meat, the king had various berries and fine wine served.

Finally, he found a protruding circular stone on the wall three meters away; Xiao Ling carefully put on his ice-silk gloves and pressed it down—the stone door opened at once.

After knocking the man unconscious, Qi Xibei dragged him into the stall, stripped off his clothes, and swapped them with her own.

Qu Nan Yue naturally sensed Hua Wuyao’s thoughts, but paid them no mind.

But because of Xiao Ling’s bloodline, these bizarre battlefield creatures and the undead legions dared not approach the two; Xiao Ling simply filled a jade vial with his own blood and placed it on them.

Just as Luo Shang finished speaking, before Ba Lie could reply, her gaze suddenly turned toward Xiao Zhen.

He used the disguise technique his master taught him, transforming his face into that of a middle-aged man—the shopkeeper naturally couldn’t tell.

Han Xin nodded and said, though Peng Yue treated him with great respect, he held Peng Yue in no regard; in his eyes, the only one in the world worthy of being his equal was Xiang Yu.

Besides this, other rules were introduced this year, causing all participants to frown.

Hearing Zhao Heng’s soothing tone, Qin Xiujun’s anxious heart instantly settled.

While eating breakfast, Xu Maoyang beside him was stunned—this “Brother Biao who loves alcohol” hadn’t admitted his mistake; instead, he replied to yesterday’s official Nan Shan Team post in the comments section with just one line.

The man was Meng Wushang of the Haotian Sect, renowned even among the younger generation’s prodigies.

But he never expected this zombie to be so foolish, as if it had never fought a human in a thousand years.

Pu He paused, his gaze sweeping over the rows of police officers seated ahead, who responded to his look with solemnity or excitement.

“Originally, when the Mie Ling Array activated, everything should have been reduced to ashes—but I don’t know how he managed to protect this place, and my soul and his became fused with the array.”

Qin Yuyan was also an array master; she had merely been curious, wanting to see his array flags, but later the two ended up discussing them together.

But now, some girls approach relationships with pure merchant mentality—where’s the emotion? Before even starting, they’re already calculating every move.

To pass the Domain Lord-level “Primordial Tongtian Mountain,” one must be capable of clearing at least the 16th level of the Tongtian Bridge.

Tang Shi rummaged through a large red suitcase, pulling out one expensive gown after another to choose what to wear today.

The Prince of Pingjun looked dazed, still trapped in grief, unable to accept the news of his father’s death.

Chu Chongshan’s death was highly suspicious; anyone with even a little information knew he was killed inside his residence under heavy protection in Zhonghai Security Zone, yet the killer remained shrouded in silence.

Of course, it’s not a flower vase—it’s said that its power was already at the peak of the Seventh Rank many years ago.

Yan Yaoyao rubbed her temples—Ye Fu was beyond hope. How dare she act coldly? Does she think this place is the Ye family home, where she can do as she pleases?