Chapter 161: Children, It Is Me

Lan De Think Tank.

After the official announcement of the small aircraft carrier, the CVX Group was renamed Group 011, dedicated to analyzing this aircraft carrier.

Additionally, several naval experts were added, pondering over the photos and limited information.

"The catapult is very short, indicating their track airtightness technology is poor; otherwise, it should have reached 55 meters. The two on 011 are complete Shanzhai copies of the BS4."

"There are only two small elevators on the right side, the left

"Was it you near the church that day? Were you instructed by that masked man to spy on us?" Mu Fuye asked.

As Mo Yuyu spoke, a faint black light flashed in his eyes. No one noticed that his voice carried a hint of seduction, stirring the latent violence in the hearts of the demonic cultivators present.

As soon as Xuanyuan Honghui and the others rushed out, they were immediately surrounded by the enforcers waiting outside. Although the enforcers outside were not very strong, their numerical advantage allowed them to hold the group back.

After carrying the boatman's body down, I began to examine it. As expected, all his characteristics matched my predictions: a face full of terror, eyes filled with fear. More importantly, though dead and breathless, his pulse was faintly and intermittently detectable. The boatman's death was the same as that of the undercover agent and Zheng Dong.

Beneath that steel helmet, Knowledge revealed a pair of crimson rock eyes, filled with brutality, staring straight ahead.

However, whether it was Zhong Jin or Murong Feng, they all knew that everything was impossible.

"Ye Baisi and Chen Feng stay; everyone else get out and guard the door," said the cold Weng Baisi.

From a distance, Wu Tie clearly saw the situation in the arena. The originally golden sand around the three people had taken on other colors, and in their center lay a pool of blue, shimmering water. Needless to say, a confrontation had occurred in the brief moment just passed. Judging by the scene, they had been smashing talismans at each other, resulting in the current stalemate where neither side held an advantage.

"Then we part ways here; may we meet again if fate allows." Lin Bo bowed once more and then departed.

The very space emitted the sound of breaking under unbearable strain. Sword shadows tore through the void, instantly expanding to cover everything ahead.

"What's going on? How can he still move with his head pierced through?" Yuan Mu, grimacing in pain, hurriedly asked Tao Xin.

Upon entering the room, Lin Feng saw the group beaming with joy and guessed it must be related to the sect's cyclical mission.

The lantern bore a wild cursive character for "Buddha," and above that character sat a pointed monk's hat.

Snap! Master Shen slammed his hand hard on the table. He, who had remained silent until now, could finally hold back no longer.

Even after drinking all the water, it was still not enough. Seeing that there was still some in Bai Yu's teacup, he looked at Bai Yu, wanting to speak but holding back.

Does Prince Gong have the leisure for that? Shen Wanzhao did not believe that a prince would be unaware of the events in Sanshui County.

In a short while, the fruits and delicacies before them were completely consumed, leaving the bowls and plates dry and clean; the only regret was the lack of wine to accompany the meal.

Whenever stories of the type "Snowy Mountain Villa" are mentioned, almost none end happily for all.

Fan Yu's eyes grew even colder; perhaps in the next moment, he could kill this Heimo Yu.

"Just touch it with your hand!" The Fairy Sister snapped out of her surprise and immediately reminded them.

When they arrived at the Imperial Garden, they happened to meet the sisters from the Yeting Palace also collecting dew. Hong Xiao led several familiar sisters, holding bottles in their hands and aiming the bottle mouths at every clean leaf to gather the dew upon them.

This rogue is certainly not as carefree and smiling as he appears on the surface. Zhuo Tian's gaze darkened slightly. Qi began to circulate quietly throughout his body. Although the Ask-Heaven Sword was slightly inferior to the black sword of the man in black, relying on the exquisite nature of the Purple Lightning Roaming Dragon soul, it should not be much worse.