Chapter 201: 200 Nearly Every County in the Country Is a Typical Martial World

With a good start, the two of them soon fell into lively conversation.

Compared to Song Qingdong and Qian Xiaoli, Fang Qingye found Shi Jingsheng very talkative, recounting everything from national affairs to county news and even obscure anecdotes with ease.

“Director Fang, have you heard? There’s been an incident at the new energy vehicle industrial base under construction.” Shi Jingsheng said.

“What happened? I don’t know anything about it.” Fang Qingye wasn’t particularly interested in such matters.

“The park’s main

“But how can we save him?” Qing Ji had merely avoided the highest power—he lacked the ability to challenge it.

His heart tightened painfully as he waited for the one message he most hoped to hear: whether the Crown Prince in the palace was unharmed.

Yet he had no way out; Gong Yichen had pinned him here, leaving him unable to move an inch, no matter how hard he struggled.

After a night of frantic activity, the sneaky little man realized the Sunflower Manual he’d obtained was not what he truly wanted.

On my way back, I passed by that hotpot restaurant again. After walking for a long time, I was much clearer. I only wanted to know if I’d truly misseen something.

The early spring wind still bit cold against the face, especially deep in this secluded mountain, where the dense shade of trees blocked out the sunlight, making the air chillingly dark.

“General Liu Xingzuo, take battalions one through five and the rifle squad to seize the opposite hill.” Liu Xingzuo immediately responded, leading five battalions and Zhao Wei’s rifle squad to occupy the high ground on the opposite hill.

“How could Tai Chu possibly be taken by Poseidon? How big is Tai Chu?” The unfamiliar middle-aged voice found it utterly unbelievable.

At night, Lin Tian first calculated his daily gains, put away the money he’d received, then asked the system about his merit points.

“I can’t see him at all—I only hear his voice in my mind, endlessly asking me about the eastern arrangements. Then I was slapped by an invisible force.” Dai Er rose, her face gray, and walked to the mirror to look at herself.

Jun Ying had agreed with Su Chengbei to return today, but Luo Jun arrived early at the set to pick her up.

After driving off the Blood Demon Head, Ye Xiangyu led them on a circuitous three-day journey through the Central Region before finally stopping at this place.

Xu Yunya gazed at Lu Zimo up close for the first time, and for the first time had such intimate contact with him—her face flushed with shy redness, she dared not even breathe, gazing at him with tender embarrassment.

Meng Chuanqing felt something binding her hands; she tugged, and it loosened slightly—her heart stirred: Could it be that Xia Xingchen was helping her? She remained expressionless, glanced left and right, and asked, “Where’s Xia Xingchen?” Yan Shangci shook her head, indicating she didn’t know.

She didn’t want her fifth sister to fully understand the situation, because she foresaw this exact scenario—Li Qiuyi’s temperament was too simple; she’d panic when faced with trouble and might cause even more problems.

Xuan Zimo could no longer refuse. The enemy was hidden; he was exposed. A direct assault would surely endanger the old master, and the opponent had a powerful expert guarding them. Without knowing their strength, it was best not to act rashly.

The woman who mocked her face turned ashen, her makeup unable to hide her furious shame. The woman who defended her smiled serenely at the stage, as if commenting on the play, calm and composed. But when she caught Li Ronghua’s gaze, she let out a cold snort.

Su Lie and Liuhuo, having shared every experience with Luohua, understood his thoughts somewhat, so they said nothing further. They set down their packs, sat with Luohua for a while, then set off together to find food and water.

Her voice was cold, yet trembled slightly; after speaking, she gave a signal to her subordinates and prepared to leave.