Chapter 79: Jingtian: Who is More Beautiful, Me or the South Korean Beauty

In the early morning, Qi Hui opened his eyes and stared blankly at the bed board of the upper bunk.

The barracks were familiar, the bed was familiar; the only thing unfamiliar was the absence of the reveille bugle.

Checking the time, he discovered it was six-thirty in the morning.

For the past month and a half, Qi Hui had been woken up by the reveille at this exact time every day; even without the bugle now, he still woke up at this moment.

It wasn't just Qi Hui who had woken up; Old Ling, Ostrich, and the actors he had just met, such as Xiao Geng, the medic, and Platoon Leader Chen, were also awake.

This cardigan with long sleeves, featuring a printed pattern and a brushed interior, had a delicate texture and a snug fit; it could be said to be quite perfect.

Hit looked elegant and composed, his hands never leaving his pockets, relying entirely on his kicks. Belial was miserable; either he was kicked away before he could even mobilize his space-time energy, or he would flash forward for less than a ten-thousandth of a second, only to be intercepted by Hit’s authentic Time-Skip and sent flying by a knee strike.

"Mr. Lou Yuyu, thank you!" Shen Yanan held that piece of paper, looking at Mu Qiong with great excitement.

"Alright, since you, a young man, have said so, I will change to another house." Although she was satisfied with where she was currently living, this time, Sakai Izumi did not refuse the young man's kindness.

Teacher Raphael gave Kennard a wink, signaling that there were no problems on his end and that he was absolutely confident.

Outside the window, Gu Jianli listened to Ji Xinglou’s tearful complaints and slowly knitted her brows. What was Ji Xinglou learning?

From the orcs' perspective, or more precisely in the eyes of Gul'dan, the existence of the Dark Star K'ara was a major aid in his conquest of Karabor Temple. As long as Gul'dan could borrow the power of K'ara, he could easily destroy the holy light defense constructed by the Arkonite crystals at Karabor Temple.

To undertake a construction project, a building company with sufficient qualifications and strength was naturally indispensable. The Shimazu clan might not have much of a foundation in this regard, but the Huazu might; whether acquiring an existing construction company or forming one in cooperation with other families were both options worth considering.

This Sable princess had a graceful figure, her entire body covered in fur as white as snow, and she was exceptionally beautiful. Especially the two tails swaying behind her as she walked, which made the generals of Qingzhou firmly believe in the rumor that the Sable tribe of the Purple Bamboo Forest possessed the bloodline of the Cat tribe emperors.

There was no shattering of the ground or violent turbulence of Qi around Belial; he simply raised his hand, a very simple strike, his movements decisive and sharp, and just like that, he defeated Lensor.

"Bang!" Like the sound of a balloon bursting, the bully's head shattered into pieces, red and white matter spraying out. The splattered blood seemed to frame Zhan Wushuang's shoes in red, appearing particularly jarring on the pitch-black dirt road. The cruelty of the entire process made one afraid to look directly at it.

However, compared to the file in Ding Yu's hand, this document only had one extra home address; everything else remained a blank.

This area was truly remote; although there were very few people out at four in the morning, generally speaking, even if it wasn't a bustling area, one could see taxis from time to time. Not seeing a single taxi for over ten minutes meant the location was extremely remote.

During today's hot pot, Zhou Feng's words surprised me time and time again, but none of the previous surprises carried the same impact as those last two words.

Because the escape route of Lu Yiping and the others had been determined, Hoffenbo did not hesitate to waste his spiritual energy to tear open space, bringing along the recovered Thomas and the three level-nine Darkers he had brought to pursue them.

Mu Qingge did not know how to comfort this pained man; she could only sigh silently, then turn and leave, giving him the final moments.

"Rest assured... I will strictly follow the doctor's orders! I rarely have opportunities to lose my temper anyway..." Sun Mingyi nodded; he had considerable confidence in Lin Jie, since he had already tried many methods before.