Chapter 638: Thank You by Showing Sincerity

Under the streetlamp, He Minjun stood up.

It was already eleven o'clock; this area belonged to the slums, utterly devoid of the prosperity of Zhennan Street.

Around them, silence and darkness prevailed, with only the streetlamp casting a dim yellow glow.

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? Then show some sincerity."

"Huh?"

He Minjun's face flushed instantly; she thought, Is unlocking a lock really this costly?

No money—need to sell your body.

Under the streetlamp, He Minjun stood up.

It was already eleven o'clock; this area belonged to the slums, utterly devoid of the prosperity of Zhennan Street.

Around them, silence and darkness prevailed, with only the streetlamp casting a dim yellow glow.

"I'm sorry..."

"Sorry? Then show some sincerity."

"Huh?"

He Minjun's face flushed instantly; she thought, Is unlocking a lock really this costly?

No money—need to sell your body.

After using the restroom, she placed her hands under the faucet, looked up at her reflection in the mirror, and saw her lipstick had smudged.

"We'll split up and search separately; remember, if you find it, use the snake-pattern mark to notify the others." As he spoke, he tapped his arm.

Song Ying smiled at Ji Anning; her words were clearly poking at Jin Xiumei's pride. Sure enough, when she looked toward Jin Xiumei, Jin Xiumei's face had frozen.

Having finished speaking, Lü Bu, who had been standing frozen for a long while, suddenly turned and hurried away, leaving the surrounding guards bewildered.

Handsome Ragnar, stole the Princess's heart; valiant Ragnar, passed the elf's trial; la-la, la-la, he finally fulfilled his heart's desire—he found it, Ragnar, Ragnar, he forged a love vow with the Princess, together for life, never to part.

That emotionless gaze dipped slightly downward, as if viewing a dead man.

"Is this a new paper improved from Cai Hou Paper? I wonder how difficult it is to produce. And what exactly is this printing you mentioned?" Qin Feng was stunned; if this paper could be mass-produced, it would be a monumental achievement.

Qin Ruxiang sneered; in her hand, the Haiying Sword suddenly lashed like a venomous snake—shaking, sweeping—its power, surpassing the Shattered Realm, erupted like a gushing spring.

A tense, unnatural emotion stirred in her chest, spreading all the way until the car stopped at the entrance of the suburban villa district.

The other children, seeing their friend collide with someone—a nobleman dressed in brocade and silk—were terrified, eyes bulging, let out a shriek, and scattered like birds and beasts.

Ding Ruoxue, hearing Mo Ran say this, seemed to understand her meaning unintentionally—at least the meaning Mo Ran was conveying. At this moment, for her to state even this much was already extremely difficult.

Inside the cabinet beneath the lattice, items were stored, either ready for display or for discerning customers to select.

"It's hard to say! Although the islanders of the Pacific have been killed by the Japanese, this is still the Pacific region. We can only relocate some Chinese here to survive; if other nations object, we can let them establish their own country, while Huaxia acts as protector and supervisor."

"Le'er, I'm sure Consort Liu didn't mean it. If she knew this parrot was yours, she wouldn't have dared do this." Lin Chuxia stepped forward, feigning to console her; she didn't want to hear Liu Mingyue crying and whimpering in her ear.

The Death-Point Arena's Ao Bao Contest, after yesterday's terrifying massacre, now had only a handful of participants remaining.

Lin Chuxia turned around and only then realized he wasn't upset or disgusted—she had simply been watched patiently as she drank.

Could the Prince really be asking the Princess Consort to dine with him in the front courtyard? Had the Princess Consort finally won the Prince's heart?

She felt wronged: it had been mutual, yet Qiu Zhi, citing career as priority to avoid gossip, forced her to lock her emotions in a pitch-black iron box. To break free, she'd have to leave the company—yet both knew full well the company couldn't function without her, and she could never bear to destroy the current situation.

"No one fails to admire the Commander's magnanimity. Mingdian, you heard that too? Any unit fighting bravely on the future anti-Japanese battlefield will receive weapons, ammunition, and logistical support from us—this is meant to inspire warlords to unite against the Japanese."