Chapter 195: The Third Ship

To get ashore as soon as possible, Ma Linuo broadcast with the energy of someone who had just been injected with chicken blood.

Several different sailors recorded a few audio clips and played them continuously on the public channel.

With this radio station, the entire Nansha and the surrounding land could almost all receive the broadcast.

Just the next day, Ma Linuo's voice spread across the world through the radio.

Gai Jin responded immediately in newspapers and on television, stating that two ships were available to provide support at any time, but

"It doesn't matter, thank you," Tianjiao said with a smile; she was deeply impressed by the dedication of the people here.

Perhaps every industry has exceptions, but when three suspicious points come together, they cannot be treated as a single exception.

Back then, the Qian family's porcelain could not withstand Fang Yi's earthenware jar, but now the situation has reversed; it is Fang Yi's turn to be unable to withstand the Qian family's desperate counterattack.

Clearly, the meaning represented by this horn is very important; loud and urgent, it most likely signals the arrival of enemy forces, otherwise the people inside the tent would not be so anxious.

As this thick smoke mostly dissipated, a face-masked person appeared; it was Nangong Yier.

After receiving Huang Zijie's call saying he could not come to pick her up and telling her to go to the orphanage first, Li Xiaomai had to take a taxi to Yuan Ziling's place on her own.

"Sword Spirit! I never thought the sword spirit of this blade had already awakened!" Saying this, Lin Feng helplessly shook his head, released his hands holding the Great Cold Sword, and let the Great Cold Sword fly back automatically to Jing Feng's side. He then strode toward the Thunder Envoy.

What exactly is the relationship between Kong Fan and Li Xu? Is there some unspeakable secret and connection between them?

"Everyone, do not act impulsively!" Seeing a disciple vanish before his eyes, Cheng Shu's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. But on the surface, he still had to pretend to be calm and say.

As for the arrival of cultivators from the Divine Court, the Underworld Sea King, and the Samsara Hall, it was within Chu Fan's expectations; after all, these three powers did not wish for another large power to emerge.

"This is easy; I will just leave his body intact." When Zuo Feibai said this, his eyes emitted a cold light; even Natasha, an agent accustomed to bloody storms, felt a jolt in her heart and thought to herself that this man must absolutely not be provoked.

Regarding Tony's straightforward words of seduction, Ling Yu not only showed no reaction but disdainfully rolled her eyes.

Saying this, Jun Yue rushed toward that blood coffin; not only Jun Yue, but at this moment, Jun Cheng also rushed toward the blood coffin along with his brother.

Lian Xin finally heard the urgent shouts from behind, but she unconsciously turned her head back, and the result was that she bumped right into him face-to-face.

"Contact him immediately, tell him to come back, and do not let him go directly to the base," Chi Shanghuizi ordered.

"Jingxuan, what exactly is going on? What did you mean by that sentence just now?" I, accompanied by Jun Yue, asked urgently while fleeing.

Others also said that the Heavenly God had already transformed into the world, completely perished and merged with the world; this theory is widely circulated among Onmyoji, and most people believe it as well.

The two engaged in a thoroughly satisfying sword duel atop this massive stone, combining unique body techniques and palm methods; Zuo Feibai's sword art became increasingly strange, with flashes of lightning appearing continuously, different from before; not only was Zuo Feibai himself surprised, but even Zhuo Bufan exclaimed in wonder.

Looking at the photo on Weibo, that figure was indeed Jiang Yu; the two had indeed entered the hotel, and moreover, their actions were intimate, with Qi Xi tightly holding onto Jiang Yu's arm.

"What exactly does this mean? Is it gain or loss? From what connection? What increases and what decreases?" Bu still did not understand, feeling troubled.

Especially when removing the smoking rack, one must not let the thick smoke roll into the eyes; the highly compressed thick smoke is like the gas from a pressure cooker, possessing strong aggressiveness.

"Everyone, scatter; let me deal with this formation." Amidst a sudden loud shout, a strange beast resembling a squirrel suddenly appeared in Huang Kangcheng's hand.