Chapter 581: Huang Fang: I Have No Feelings

The deep of night was especially quiet, with few cars on the road.

While waiting at the red light, Jiang Nian glanced at Li Qingrong in the passenger seat, then pulled out his phone to check the class group.

At two in the middle of the night, Sun Zhicheng was unusually active.

Seeing the light turn green, Jiang Nian put away his phone and shifted into drive. But by accident, his hand brushed the class monitor's leg.

"Mm?"

He looked down and suddenly understood.

"I was wondering why I shifted gears but nothing happened — turns out I shifted into the wrong one."

There are no free pies falling from the sky. No matter whose person Director Li is, Gu Pan only needs to understand one thing: as long as Director Li won't harm her, that's enough.

In the future, on this piece of land that is the Jiangshan Machine Factory, everything will belong to Wancheng Industry and Trade. Even the worker delivering milk in the morning must be an employee of Wancheng Industry and Trade. This will be a revival of the Jiangshan Machine Factory of the fifties and sixties — and this is only the beginning.

Mu Linxiang struggled desperately, green liquid splashing out of the bucket, while Shi Ye held the back of her head steady.

"Zi Shi, is everything ready on your end?" Bai Xiyue looked at the handsome man beside her. They had been preparing for so long, and finally they could see the hope of victory.

Leng Qiqi glanced at Yang Yanfei, who was holding her hand, her thoughts complicated. She had never wanted these phantom beasts dead, yet the person before her had directly cut off its life.

Liu Wancheng didn't understand the purpose of his meeting with Old Wei, but he had always followed the principle of suspecting those he doesn't employ, and trusting those he does. Since Zhou Tiemin wanted to see Old Wei, he didn't even ask why, just called Old Wei directly to fly over.

From these things, he gained an even deeper understanding of how Liu Wancheng was applying the Anshan Steel Constitution.

The Eldest Princess immediately turned around and glared viciously at Ye Dailing, Mu Jialuo, and Tang Ling.

Saying that, she slapped herself first. Wei Yuluan watched Lin Qingyuan hit himself through tears, and her heart ached at once.

She put her slippers back on and came down again. After hesitating, she took out the thing inside and glanced at it, only to find it was something she had once longed for with all her heart. Of course, by now she no longer had such a strong desire for it.

Because although Chi You had given up on other things, at the last moment he had urgently seized upon something he felt had the best chance of creating a winning bargaining chip for himself.

At the famous Greek oracles — Delphi and Dodona — this conical sun stone was also enshrined. It was regarded as the dwelling of the sun god and the vessel through which oracles were delivered.

Just as the Ghost Emperor holds a position among the human race, among all legendary cultivators, within their legends there is always someone called the Ghost Emperor; in nearly all the legends of the demon race, the shadow of Taihao can be found.

Shi Hao slept in an unrefined posture, sprawled out on his back, drool trickling from his mouth, occasionally smacking his lips twice.

Anyone could see Song Yan was fighting Tang Qing with everything he had. In an instant — slap! — Tang Qing's left hand clamped around his throat while his right hand's fingers rapidly shifted, tapping more than a dozen points across his body in quick succession. The flame-like radiance around Song Yan vanished in an instant.

"In one sentence — without the cutting ability of your Sky-Measurement Ruler, no matter how good the forgery, it's useless!" the system summarized.

He Yin truly did not want to offend Guo Yunfei. After all, the White Gate Xuanwu Hall's reputation preceded it; a figure like Guo Yunfei was not someone He Yin dared to offend.

The power of the wild card was absolutely not something an ordinary person could withstand. Thunder Dragon's arms trembled slightly — they had already gone numb.

Besides footraces, the entertainment activities during the festival also included classical wrestling, chariot races, fencing, mock battles, and dancing. At the liveliest moments, people from other city-states would come running over to watch.

Leng Yue also turned her head back curiously, and saw Nian Jiuling standing there, holding a jade tablet glowing green at chest level. A phoenix was carved upon it, along with a single character — she studied it for a long time but couldn't make out what it was.

Bingwu stood up somewhat agitated, her chest heaving violently up and down from nervousness, from suppression, from suppressed anguish, from those memories that seemed both real and false, from sorrow. Her breathing was tight, so tight it was nearly suffocating.