Chapter 567: On the Qualities of the Mediocre

Four eyes widened, studying each other for a long while, from head to toe, then back from toe to head.

Wan Anping spoke first: “Is this comrade Liu?”

Liu Xiaolou nodded in greeting: “Comrade Wan, hello.”

Wan Anping fanned himself and asked: “Have you heard of me, Comrade Liu?”

Liu Xiaolou shook his head: “Never heard of you.”

Wan Anping’s breath hitched, then he smiled again, fanning himself: “We’re both middling talents—I assumed Comrade Liu had at least heard of me.”

Leng Bai replied calmly, his fleeting moment of shock gone, his eyes slightly raised in that lazy smirk, though his hand clenched tighter inside his pocket.

A thunderous roar came from afar: “Who dares seize Prince Zhong!” A yellow shadow flashed in, an old man appearing beyond the Demon King’s domain of the Sola clan.

Her family still did not know she was not of this world, but a soul from the modern age, so she asked no further questions.

Half an hour later, Lian Haiping, Yun Fei, and Shui Qingyan landed on the ground; before them stretched a vast, red-glowing chasm—a narrow, hundreds-of-meters-wide crack in the earth.

After being forced to swallow that cup of water, Gu Yu felt the entire mouth flooded with a strong medicinal stench, like some chemical agent, making him nauseous.

They lit their own lamp, disabled the enemy’s reconnaissance lamp, then Liu Feng placed their lamp on the enemy’s high ground—but he had barely set it down when Zhou Yu of the enemy team knocked it out.

No time guaranteed = when I have time, you can come play chess with me = you can come over for dinner.

Tang Shui’er tilted her head, propping her cheek on one hand, gazing contentedly out the window at the blue sky and the white clouds, sweet as cotton candy.

Gu Lang heard Jian Yu’s words and recalled how, after his sudden overnight fame, he’d once been a little proud—but then, furious that General Gao had tried to sexually exploit him, he’d been blacklisted. Yes, back then his temper had been too rigid.

Of course, mainly because virtually no merit could be found in Qi Ge himself to justify his match with Zhen De.

The Dark Night Duke, reduced to low health, managed to counterkill two enemies; when he turned back, he saw Bai Kong lounging lazily in the grass nearby.

“Alright, alright, I’m dressed, you can turn around now. Seriously, what’s there to be shy about? You’re a guy, I’m a guy—we’re the same.” He rubbed the back of his head, staring at Xinas with a look of utter disbelief.

In short, no matter what, he had to decide today that he would follow them.

“No need. I understand what you mean.” He didn’t like him—that meant no matter what he did, he would never be liked.

It is said that ever since then, the frail Zhao Young Master and the corpulent Master Xuanjue became inexplicably inseparable friends.

Lin Shu approved of Huo Qing’s approach: at least they shouldn’t dispose of people so casually, or else the blame would fall on them.

Luo Tiantian struggled through the pain, too drained even to hate. By the time she barely made it home, she didn’t even have time to put down her bag—she staggered straight toward the bathroom.

The name sounded nice, but in truth it was barren sand, lifeless and treeless, where the martyrs’ graves lay quietly.

The electronic screen ran at high speed for five full minutes before stopping; then, on the display, a simulated human face appeared.

Shen Mengqing and the others stepped outside; seeing Lin Feng’s expression and the phone number just called, they knew who had phoned.

“Tell me.” Often, those involved are blind, while outsiders see clearly—he needed others’ advice to make the best decision.

The entire operation consisted of precise sniping: as soon as someone died, Hidden Dragon’s team moved in immediately, dragging the bodies into panel vans; in crowded streets, their speed and precision caused no commotion.