Chapter 87: NASA Has Finally Taken the Lead for Once (6/10)

Mr. President, the Cape Canaveral launch site will launch Pioneer 5 on the 10th of next month.

James Webb has invited you to attend the launch—do you plan to go?

Lyndon Johnson came to Kennedy’s office to seek his guidance.

Kennedy’s pen tip skimmed across the documents on his desk; sunlight slanted through the oval office’s windows, leaving a mark on his tie.

Lyndon—

The father and son wiped their tears, left the restaurant, mounted their horses, and rode onward; for a thousand li away, they never spoke of it again.

As he stepped into the forest, a thick surge of spiritual energy rushed toward him, flooding into his body and flowing through his limbs and meridians, filling him with comfort.

This old man could be called the anchor of the company; it was only thanks to his help that I was able to take this position. When the company first began and I was flustered, it was he who helped stabilize it gradually.

The brocade zither has fifty strings for no reason; each string, each pillar recalls days of youth. Zhuang Zhou dreamed at dawn of becoming a butterfly; Emperor Wang entrusted his spring heart to the cuckoo.

This is the life of the poor—even with mountains of gold and silver, they cannot guarantee their tomorrow.

Though he did not know why Chen Xi shook his head, Aerylia felt a surge of anger; the blade flew once more to Chen Xi’s shoulder.

After about fifteen minutes, Liu Wei’s body dissolved into the air; Guangyuan then supported Guangyuan as they walked toward the military camp.

According to Master Faxin, this “Ling” bead truly has a “spirit-protecting” effect, capable of suppressing evil spirits.

Gradually, some creatures began to appear; Chen Xi temporarily referred to these indescribable entities as creatures.

He had personally witnessed the “Divine Foot Passage”; no matter what, he did not believe he could gain any advantage against Xu Yin.

Then they discovered an air-raid “shelter”—it appeared to have been built during wartime. Five police officers immediately entered to search, but none of them emerged again.

A thousand words cannot match actual action; suddenly, voices filled the air, all calling for Dr. Wen to intervene.

But Ye Xiaofeng and the former Creator God were not only Creator Gods—they were also Transcendent Gods, supreme beings who had broken beyond the boundaries of a single universe.

Compared to the national ruling power of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, Confucianism held the true dominant force in governing the state, occupying a central position throughout the nation; its strength was not inferior to that of the so-called emperor or monarch.

Jiang Hai stared for a long time but could not truly see through it; it was indeed pitch black as ink, yet whether it was ominous or not, he could not tell.

They too could have welcomed the cheers of the city’s people, receiving the halo of heroes.

Below the stage, Chinese spectators watched the two teams’ players choose heroes in the soundproof rooms, while listening to the two hosts’ commentary; though they were reluctant to hear Wang Cong speak so dismissively of the Dream Team, they grew increasingly worried for the Dream Team.

Tang Ye had originally gone to kill other Immortal Disciples. But when he arrived, he found no trace of them. He knew the Immortal Disciples had likely withdrawn. After all, he had already killed quite a few of them—so was their withdrawal out of fear he would kill them?

Qin Zheng and Lin Xiyu exchanged a glance, nodded, and prepared to speak and secure the final suite of VIP rooms.

Johns’s expression began to flicker unpredictably; Ye Xunhuan was right—his power could not be sustained indefinitely.

Some clan leaders who had feared the danger of personally assaulting the peak now, seeing how few men Besob had, boldly burst into mocking laughter.

At this moment, the old man’s white hair whipped wildly through the sky, his dull eyes shooting forth a single golden ray like a blazing sun.