Chapter 169: What is God-Forsaken, What is Void

"Brother Yan, the compensation equipment you requested is ready. When will you come to pick it up?"

Old Xiezhi sent the message to the account of Yan Shuangying.

Wu Wang did not have time to reply immediately.

A full half hour passed.

Only then did Wu Wang slowly say:

"Now. And please bring a few more sets of clothes; I can pay for that part myself."

Such a response was somewhat baffling.

Let

Maizi finally came to her senses, looked up, and met a pair of slender phoenix eyes. The black within the pupils swirled like a vortex, swallowing all souls. She could not help but extend her hand. The cold hand touched that warmth; the clash of cold and heat paralyzed her entire heart instantly, as if struck by electricity.

After Ji Ran finished washing up, she was about to sleep but felt her chest sore and swollen. She wanted to feed Su Su a bit more milk, but Su Su would not eat anymore.

The sun had already tilted. Countless windows of the Ministry of Truth, deprived of sunlight, looked as gloomy and terrifying as gun slits in a fortress. Before this massive pyramid-like shape, his heart shrank back. It was too solid to attack.

The door opened. Luo Qinghan walked in, seeing Su Qingge dressed in pure white pajamas, carefully trimming dead branches and leaves by the window, her gaze unusually gentle.

"No problem. I'll even take your surname," Ma Kai agreed with a smile, and eagerly carried Ji Ran into the bridal chamber.

The Heavy Assault Battalion is usually the core of a regiment; whether in equipment or combat power, it ranks among the best. Where the Regimental Commander is, the leader must be a Legend.

Giggs was somewhat speechless. He very much wanted to flee with the people of the Cangyue Sect, but escape was impossible here. He did not know what to do.

Ye Zifan gently turned the coffee cup in his hand. The usual vigor and spirit had long vanished; the man before them now seemed utterly lost and at a loss!

"It's fine. It's just a game name anyway. Besides, how do you know he won't be happy? Maybe he's thrilled! Having a cute, pretty girl as his wife—shouldn't he be happy?" Xie Yuxin said with a laugh, sounding incredibly narcissistic.

The National Sports Bureau is two levels higher than the Jiangcheng Sports Bureau. Holding an honorary post at the National Sports Bureau could even secure a section-level title. That counts as an exceptional promotion. Later, if the National Sports Team and the Yangyang Sports Center cooperate, internal channels can be used for negotiations.

"Daoist Wang, no need for such formalities. Senior Qian Gu has been waiting for us for a long time. Let's go!" Xu Dongsheng transformed into a streak of escape light and fled the City of Rising Sun.

On the digital camera was a group photo of Huang Xiang and all the Celtics players. Even the usually taciturn Pierce appeared in a photo. After the school team saw this picture, they would absolutely collapse. Huang Xiang was too fortunate.

Everyone fell silent, but the auctioneer did not know what to do. The Nine-Tailed Grass Sect Master had already ordered the item withdrawn, yet someone on the stage still wanted to buy it. This was truly difficult to handle.

"Got it! From today on, you shall be called Qing Suo!" Chen Yi suddenly clapped his hands, naming his weapon Qing Suo. This prompted Zhou Ye Yu and Li Xiao, who were watching nearby, to joke with him and ask him to bring out Zi Ying as well.

"What are they roaring about?" Shuai Fengqi heard a nearby Imperial Guard officer ask in a low voice.

Feng Li was utterly shocked. The strength of the Otherworldly Profound Emperor hidden within the Nangong family was unimaginable. With just these two beams of finger light, he could slaughter a normal Great Completion Emperor from ten thousand li away as easily as cutting grass.

Wang Xian, Zhu Qing, Sun Hai, and Fang Chui could not resist at all. They were directly swept into the Dragon Artifact, the Eternal Dragon Nest, as if falling into a ten-thousand-fathom abyss.

Other players generally rely on this thing to barely recover some HP when not in combat.

Yang Su Feng turned his head and saw a portly middle-aged merchant leaning affectionately against Tang Zi, his face full of sycophantic expression.