Chapter 87

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

One day later, in the headquarters' cafeteria, several people were eating while watching television.

With money, and spare money at that, Milton immediately set about improving the base's living conditions.

A television set is an absolute necessity — not only can it be used for entertainment and relaxation, but through various news one can also roughly understand what has happened in an area.

Although watching TV, listening to the radio, and reading newspapers to obtain information sounds absurd and laughable, in reality in dangerous areas

And the target is still Joy from the Pokémon Center, yet he's openly teasing and flirting with Joy right inside the Pokémon Center — his guts are too fat, aren't they?

"The prosperous age has come, you go out and chat with him, I'm here." Gu Weiran wore a blue apron matching Ling Jiajia's pink apron; the two's tacit way of getting along made Ji Liunian smile unconsciously.

The Fifth Prince's Consort was stunned by their rash decision — they wouldn't really go fight crickets, would they? Would Twelfth Brother cause trouble for her?

"Domain? Finally willing to bring out your real skills?" Looking at that pitch-black world all around, a void where there was nothing at all, the Night King's left hand had almost recovered to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Little did they know, this Shanhe Fan was originally obtained by Fengyue Laozu from an ancient unnamed cave dwelling; although it was not listed among the Nine Heavens Divine Weapons, its power could still rank among the notable Magic Treasures.

Ji Liunian raised a professional smile, but upon pushing open the door and seeing the person sitting next to Tang Jiacheng, he froze.

What's the matter? Just because clothes are worn cheaply means one can't sit in first class? Do I have to paste money on my face every day for you to think I'm a rich person?

Seeing Li Xinran nod, Liu Laoxiansheng breathed a sigh of relief; so this child hadn't neglected his studies at home these days he hadn't come to the academy — he had been afraid this rare promising seedling would wither just as it emerged.

But then Wang Ershu turned his head, his gaze touching the location of Tianyin Temple, and he reacted as if electrocuted, crying out in alarm.

Li Xiachán and I have also been to Woguo restaurants a few times, so we're not too unfamiliar with these things; but since there's an authentic Woguo person here now, these matters don't need Gao Yu and me to worry about.

However, with the contact during this period, Liu Xiangdong suddenly discovered that Meng Fanlang is indeed a man worth relying on.

"The ones sitting on the ground inside aren't Uncle and Aunt?! Now that I've seen them too, you should tell me the bracelet's whereabouts, right?!" Xiao Keli asked urgently, unable to hide her anxiety.

And it looks like he's going to be busy again recently, because he has to start properly pulling some red strings for Jun Chenhan, and every single one he's selected has background, looks, or other qualities far better than Ling Qing's.

However, to Lin Tianya's surprise, when he finished combing his mother's meridians and brought her to the stone gate, preparing to go outside the Cold Ice Ancient Cave to remove the cold poison from his mother, he discovered the stone gate had been sealed by a powerful restriction.

A stone in my heart fell to the ground, but guilt actually grew stronger at the same time; after all, it really wasn't nothing — even if passive, I did grope Meng Yao all over, and I suddenly felt especially guilty and flustered.

That guy Tian Long left, but Ye Chen caused quite a stir here; many people sighed endlessly.

Willing but unable, in the end the Empress Dowager had no choice but to send someone to escort Princess Chenle back to Pingwang Mansion.

"Then do you have any impression? Do you know who put you here?" I continued asking.

Just as Mother said, many people don't necessarily love deeply; as long as they feel it's passable, they marry, and that's how a lifetime passes.

"Pfft... with that figure of yours?" Diwu Mo covered his bitterness and joked. As he spoke, Diwu Mo didn't forget to look Luo Wusheng up and down with his eyes.

"Wangye, you personally came out to receive us — we truly cannot bear such honor?" Jiao Cheng bowed.