Chapter 262: Photo Magic

On New Year’s Eve, the Dongyang County Welfare Institute became the liveliest place.

Adults, children, teenagers, young girls...

Every household also brought some of their own New Year’s Eve dinner, including braised meat, eight-treasure rice, fried cakes, and cat ears.

Colored lights were strung from the trees in the courtyard to the roof of the low building, like colorful bridges, weaving dreams the children had never had before.

The huge round tables were spliced together, enough to seat twenty people, but compared to the small courtyard at this time...

The moment they entered the palace, everyone observed the scenery around them, but clearly, there was nothing peculiar.

The force swept into the camp of the direct army, and in an instant, more than a dozen enemy soldiers were cut down by the force. However, this time the enemy soldiers didn't flee without fighting; the enemy soldiers in the front using short weapons retreated in an orderly manner, while those behind using long halberds, long spears, and lances stepped forward together, aiming at Shen San on horseback, stabbing and piercing.

I sent out the Lehu Army and the Western Border Army one after another. Under my command, only the Royal City Army and the New Army remained, and the troop strength was reduced to two hundred thousand. However, these two hundred thousand people still had hidden dangers; the combat effectiveness of the New Army was a problem that gave me a headache.

The Hongmeng Ancestor clearly hadn't seen the God-Slayer. Of course, not only had he not seen it, but others hadn't either, if it weren't for the fact that the Supreme Demon Sword had the strength to rival the Soul-Suppressor.

Unexpectedly, the old demon was extremely cunning. After dodging a blow, he immediately scurried to the stairs, actually bending his body, head down, and rolled down the stairs.

Wang Mu said this, seeing that it was getting late, and then walked out of the palace, his appearance changing into that of a hunched old man.

"Zhang Chao, I’m asking you a question?" Old Jiang shouted again. Zhang Chao looked toward us, still with a blank face, and in addition, there was a trace of anxiety.

A cultivator from the Yuling Sect saw Zhao Tiangang coming, and his heart was instantly settled. He gathered his courage and said fiercely to Wang Mu, while the Flame Lion beside him roared, clearly preparing to eat Wang Mu.

Ye Qianzhong squeezed hard, and with a crack, his wrist was crushed by Ye Qianzhong. Instantly, he let out a miserable scream, and it was truly miserable.

A box office of 130 million in two days—at the end of the New Year period, having this box office was considered okay.

But Tang Wanning didn't feel like she was bathing in the spring breeze in his smile; instead, because of this smile, she felt a chill in her fingertips.

But before his fist touched Li Yifei’s head, it couldn't be smashed down anymore. A hand grabbed his wrist like a pair of pliers, making him unable to move at all.

Even if memory told him how dangerous this world was, he had to experience it personally to know the truth.

"You go ahead, this subordinate still has some things to deal with." Dai Fanlin lowered his head and said respectfully.

Countless poisonous insects flew toward him, their suicidal impacts unable to withstand the fire burning in his body. The sound of insect bodies exploding due to high temperature was incessant, and the venom that flew out splashed on his face, making it numb and itchy.

The major restaurants were also full today; some were enjoying the moon, some were drinking, some were reciting poetry, and some were singing loudly.

"Sincerity? Heh, how else do you want me to express it?" Even the three words "I love you" had been said, and he could still say this. Did he even know what sincerity was?

Thank you all for the tips, sorry for the expense, now let me tell you something that will make everyone very happy.

She couldn't help but reach out and touch Li Yifei’s arm lightly. A chill instantly came from her hand, which shocked Ning Xin’er’s heart. The heated kang under her was warm, but without a quilt on her body, the room was a bit chilly. If she slept all night, she would definitely catch a cold.

Everyone’s heart trembled. They had also made two plans: if they couldn't negotiate, they could only threaten.

"Sorry, sir, our boss went out and hasn't returned yet. You can call the boss, or... if it’s convenient, you can leave your contact information." The bartender looked at Chen Feng, who looked familiar, and thought he knew the boss.