Chapter 130: New Equipment and New Functions

"Come, come, come, boys are the main force for moving, girls are the main force for arranging. Everyone go to Wu Yue's side to get gloves. No gloves, no work."

"There are two different specifications of tables and chairs in total. Just ensure consistency for each classroom; there are no other rules."

"Move things other than tables and chairs to the side utility room. Fan Junwei, you and I will take this refrigerator."

The truck driver wouldn't wait for everything to be tidied up. After the boys and girls placed the things in the courtyard first, he just...

But his parents and brothers were far away in Qiongzhou, having exhausted all their strength to leave him a way to survive. If he were to reunite with his family one day, how would he explain it to them?

Only to see Xu Ritian raise a hand unhurriedly, powerful internal energy condensing in his palm. His palm gripped hard, and strands of thread formed, like strands of ice silk.

Han Ming had now opened the Saint Body and had initially possessed the wild and domineering power of a Second Stage Battle King, the blood energy and divine light rolling on his body surface like a torrent.

Today was a rare good day, windless and warm. The scenery in the garden was nice, just right to serve as a place for a gathering.

The troublesome matters in Qingzhou had already been resolved, and he himself had broken through to the Meridian Realm. It didn't make much sense for Green Willow to follow him; it would be better for her to cultivate in seclusion at the Martial Mansion.

Yang Qianjun was speechless for a moment, secretly hating: Why does His Majesty indulge him to harm Lian Baitang?

During breaks, the new recruits communicated their experiences in twos and threes, and the sense of strangeness disappeared bit by bit in the verbal exchanges.

When the final sound faded away, a dazzling golden light quietly appeared on the horizon. The light was bright and dazzling, the gradually opening light source resembling a huge golden star hanging in the high sky.

Although the whirlpool just now couldn't endanger its life, the wind was too strong, and it would blow its fur messy, okay?

Donghua Yufan glanced indifferently at those ghost cultivators who were constantly approaching, turned around without any nostalgia, and slashed with one hand.

"Grandfather..." A very light call, two short words like blood stuck in the throat, unable to be spat out, unable to be swallowed, pricking her with pain and discomfort.

"Who would brew this kind of wine? If it's rich in Yin power, ordinary people can't drink it, so why brew this kind of wine?" I asked.

In an instant, I remembered. Yan Zhi was in the corner of the supermarket, leading people to beat up Da Long, and also reaching out to him to grab money.

Yes, I understand. Fan Dalong poked such a big hole, no one would let him go. Only by finding someone who could control him would it work.

"Dapeng, hit his beast soul root, at the center of his eyebrows." I shouted toward Dapeng. I saw the black panther's body shake, looking at me in surprise, fear appearing on its face. The black panther's reaction confirmed that what I said was right.

The housekeeper and other servants also watched with worry. They didn't say anything, but the emotions in their eyes were expressed very clearly.

"Pfft!" Dian Feng was expressionless, but in his heart, he was vomiting blood. This was the most straightforward reason he had ever heard.

Fortunately, the station was far from the city center, so our donkey cart didn't affect the driving of other vehicles. But even so, we hadn't gone far when a traffic policeman walked over.

While Dian Feng was still fantasizing, Yang Meng frowned and took the Sun-Setting Saber back into his storage ring. Luo Que also nodded triumphantly, looking at Yang Meng's stifled expression, feeling a little proud in his heart.

"Good." Tong Xue was dazed. When she walked out the door, she was thinking that the new CEO's aura was really strong, seemingly comparable to Wei Chao's mother, but the person didn't seem to have the legendary bad temper.

Qian Yi was unhappy. No matter how lively the surroundings were, she couldn't blend in. It would be better to leave some space for her to be quiet by herself.

"Shut up, isn't all this caused by you? Go to hell, you go to hell!" Chu Cheng looked at her with blood-red eyes and was about to come up to choke her.

Heat is not to be feared; people are adaptable. After three or four months of high temperatures, they had long been used to working in the heat waves every day. ===== CHAPTER 131 =====