Chapter 103: Pen Pal Exchange

By the time the three left Xiang Jin's home, the sky had already darkened. The cement road through the woods was gradually wrapped in the shadows of night; lights at the distant construction site burned bright, but the roar of machinery had ceased. After a day's work, the laborers were eating dinner and enjoying their evening entertainment.

According to the Imperial Physician, the scars on his face would heal in three to five days and leave no hidden dangers. However, the wound on his shoulder, he feared, would show no significant improvement in less than ten days or half a month, and it would likely leave a scar forever.

The air in Las Vegas was dry, carrying a faint, refreshing scent of desert dust.

Even the Prince Lian Ming was slapped flying; unless the Great Emperor descended, no one could defeat the silver-haired man.

He should call Zi Yi to say he would return late tonight and tell them not to wait for him for dinner. But as he reached into his pocket, he realized he hadn't brought his phone today.

Moreover, the elimination round had a time limit; if they failed to eliminate the last enemy within the specified time, all the effort they had previously expended would be wasted.

"Huh? Why is there no reaction at all?" Looking at the space door that had been pushed open, shimmering with white-gold light, Zhao Hao and Toriya and the others were somewhat stunned.

All night, whether Su Mo tried to please or threw a tantrum, she could not see her son. Young Master Xiao even stripped her of the right to make a phone call, truly embodying the term "tyrant" to the extreme.

One classmate could not stand her; just then, in a bad mood, she pointed at her and said a few words on the spot.

"Then tell me, what is there that we can use?" Lu Zhenyun crossed his arms, looking calm and composed as he gazed at Long Yanbin.

Although Yang Fei'er was a celebrity manager in the modern world and quite skilled at hype, she knew nothing about poetry and songs, so she shook her head very embarrassedly.

Although he did not know why Yue Qi was still investigating Jin Zhengze at this critical moment, Song Kangchun this time did not hesitate at all; he picked up the phone and directly instructed Lin Ya to find detailed information on Jin Zhengze.

He fell to the ground. Turan wasted not a moment, immediately made the substitution move, then desperately clutched his own thigh, wailing.

"My father became a traitor who betrayed the Yu Dynasty. The entire province put a bounty on his head. Merchants who had done business with him were dragged to the bustling market and shot to death with firearms—anyone daring to do business with Chen Liuchuan would first taste the flavor of firearms themselves. Yet the family assets confiscated by the authorities were strangely meager; no one knew whose pockets the dead man's money had ended up in.

He turned and walked down the steps, watching the vehicles passing on the highway. He reached out, took out a cigarette, and placed it in his mouth, but did not light it. This bad habit of smoking had been picked up during his time in Jinghua Prison. Sometimes smoking wasn't because he wanted to think; more often, it was simply a habit.

If the organization's high command learned that Meizi had unauthorizedly sabotaged the alliance relations, no one, not even Sato Soyu, knew what punishment she would face. However, the only thing he could do was stop her from being so impulsive next time.

As the words fell, Qin Yan slowly pushed open the door. But just then, from outside the slowly opening door, a cold sneer rang out.

True enough, this was nothing compared to the Fruit Phone of later generations. Strictly speaking, the Fruit Phone was optional; if you changed brands, could you no longer make phone calls?

Now the situation was too bizarre. A door, which couldn't possibly have legs, had simply vanished. It seemed the only way to find it was to wander around and try one's luck.

After continuously striking more than ten sword blows, Qin Yan's sword momentum not only did not diminish but grew stronger and stronger, forcing the Liu family ancestor's dharma body to barely hold on.

"The pulse is much more stable. As long as you follow my prescription, treatment for four years will definitely be fine. Rest assured, really!" The Ghost Doctor, as if afraid others wouldn't believe him, hurriedly spoke.

As everyone knows, in order to fulfill the quota auctioned off at the auction, he would surely fight with all his might to seize this tower.

Carrying endless doubts, Nie Wanluo fell into a deep sleep. Strangely, that night she actually dreamed of snow filling the sky and endless white roads.

One evening after dinner, the old scholar recounted the matter of Old Sun to Qinglin one by one. Only then did Qinglin suddenly understand; he pondered carefully and believed the old scholar's words were true. From then on, he began to keep an eye on Old Sun.

Yang Ruofeng suddenly received so much soul power. Although it was full of impure thoughts, after the soul's constant tearing and tempering, it would eventually become very pure and continuously strengthen Yang Ruofeng's soul.

That night, Zeng Guofan sealed all the offices of the Changsha City Review Bureau, then, each taking a sedan chair with Peng Yulin, led four battalions of troops, marching out of Changsha City in great force, boarded boats to cross the river, and set out for Yueyang. Ta Qibu and Zhu Dianyuan rode horses alongside them.

Tiangang glanced at General Yao and left as well, which left General Yao depressed. By all rights, Tiangang was not the kind of person who fawned on the powerful; even if Qinghan was deeply favored by the Empress, there was no need to suck up. He felt something was off, but couldn't say where, and in any case, he was incredibly depressed.

One two-hour period later, Yang Ruofeng sensed Yao Ji's aura again and, without thinking, followed the aura to search. About an hour later, Yao Ji's aura vanished once more, because the Eight Virtues Daoist, relying on three broken Golden Elixir pills, had broken through to the mid-stage of the Golden Elixir realm, jumped out of the pit, and prepared to go hunting.

He barely dodged this sword strike, then his figure suddenly flashed forward, appearing before Ao Xia. Elbows, knees, fists, and palms launched dozens of moves in succession. Even Ao Xia, amidst this chaotic barrage, lost his composure completely, retreating fully dozens of steps backward, leaving only half a step's distance from the edge of the ring.

At midnight that night, Tang Shuyi led the remnants to break out. At the edge of a dense forest, he was struck by five bullets and died. Early the next morning, Hanyang was breached by Lai Hanying.

The Gu Diao did not believe he could refine the Stone of Heaven-Piercing and suspected he had some ambition; Li Tianchen did not mind this at all.

Yun Lizhe, how could you touch her arm? How could you let her wrap her arms around your neck?