Chapter 469

Jiang Nian stared at the reward column, his eyelid twitching.

Skill! Did I hit gold?

Just seeing the CD nearly made him faint from sweetness—thirty days of cooldown.

【Letter Paper】.

Don't know what kind of abstract skill this is; last time's 【Good News】 left the gold I dug up still wrapped in layers at home.

Someday I'll let it enter the market, to support Zhennan's economic development.

The last two periods this afternoon are physics class.

Ceng You was too lazy to listen, so he simply sneakily took out

Jiang Nian stared at the reward column, his eyelid twitching.

Skill! Did I hit gold?

Just seeing the CD nearly made him faint from sweetness—thirty days of cooldown.

【Letter Paper】.

Don't know what kind of abstract skill this is; last time's 【Good News】 left the gold I dug up still wrapped in layers at home.

Someday I'll let it enter the market, to support Zhennan's economic development.

The last two periods this afternoon are physics class.

Ceng You was too lazy to listen, so he simply sneakily took out

No one doubted this, not even the most hostile Generals of Saint-Germain, who believed the legend because Arahan was a rare genius, and this genius never lacked personal effort—he had already successfully entered the Saint Realm at just twenty-five.

Ensure the eastern grasslands are first set up with stalls; after all, the entire Mongolian Plateau spans over two million square kilometers, and even a thousand trading posts couldn't achieve one every hundred kilometers, and Zhang San must also observe how the Mongols react to the trading posts.

"Perfect. Awaiting good news. Remember, based on my estimation, the Japanese will complete their assembly within fifteen days and reach the coast to find an exit within twenty. You understand my meaning, right?" Bai Chongxi rose, his face grave as he reiterated.

Bai Chongxi's eyes glinted with a cold light—if he could blow up all the ships assigned to provide support, these isolated Japanese would have no escape route; Bai Chongxi was confident that even by wearing them down, he could exhaust these devils to death.

To help Bian Yuanhang as much as possible, Bian Bi'an also settled down "in peace and contentment" within Bian Yuanhang's world.

On the wedding day, the palace gates of Yi Kingdom were nearly surrounded by congratulatory guests; even the Imperial Guards could only hold position at a distance. The people of Yi Capital, still craving more festivity, flooded the streets; the palace gates were packed so tightly not a crack remained, filled with joy and clamor, cries of celebration rising and falling, as if the blue sky and clouds themselves were startled away, leaving ten thousand li of clear sky.

"Yan Zi, can I still trust you? You, surely know what I'm asking." Jia Rong clutched the letter, his eyes blazing as he stared at Yan Zi kneeling on the ground.

Of his remark, apart from Yuan Han's eye roll, no one else reacted at all.

"Never seen anything like this—a proper first-rank jinshi, a respected third-place laureate, who once consorted with the imperial clan—how infuriating!" Though Qin must now be protected,

Feng Yi, Geng the Censor still held a very poor opinion of Qin Fengyi.

Because Lubokov had moved, and tanks in this era had no stabilizers, the first shot went flying—the armor-piercing round struck the second floor of a building on the street, punching a hole in the wall.

Even Li Jing felt a thrill of awe, let alone the southern barbarian vassals, who had assumed that with Qin Fengyi's lazy nature, after Gui and Xin were pacified, he would settle into quiet, peaceful days—yet this time, spurred by the Imperial Prince, Qin Fengyi was clearly racing full-speed down the path of extraordinary brilliance.

Xie Mao took his task seriously, earnestly seeking those who might be deeply grateful to him and willingly die for him.

A tall man walked in carrying a bag and flowers, froze in place upon seeing this scene.

Controlling the two clones to stop brawling, Xue Jing waved his hand, dismissing one of them.

The luxury car had already driven toward the suburbs; the man slammed on the brakes, unfastened his seatbelt without hesitation, and his hand touched her porcelain-white neck.

Saying this, he drew his old command saber; though aged, it was well-maintained, its shine visible even hundreds of meters away.

He had long sensed that members of the Zhiguo Base had surrounded this place, but dared not approach.

"I find it hard to believe," Dong Xiang Yu laughed bitterly; in his mind, the third son was always a spoiled, playboy type—he simply couldn't imagine him accomplishing anything.