Chapter 736: Old London's Union Jack Is Still Too Wealthy

As everyone knows, every film in the 007 series features a villain.

And with Bear Grylls' current image, a little tidying of his clothes, without even makeup, would allow him to perfectly play the role.

Bear, completely unaware that he had already been targeted, was still immersed in the joy of his employer seeming very reasonable, doing his best to inform Zhou Yi of some matters beginners should note, causing the latter to nod repeatedly in agreement.

It was just that, as the next stage was about to begin,

Zhang Hanming's face wore an expression of utmost seriousness and propriety, his actions telling Tang Yun that he would absolutely not act recklessly, yet his heart was itching.

Yu Chou also took the Spirit Cage from Zhang Hanming's hands; looking at Yu Yan inside, her spiritual eyes trembled slightly, and she smiled.

He possessed the various prescriptions of the Divine Physician Bian Que; besides being able to create antidotes and tonics, he could also create various poisons and hallucinogens.

At this moment, Ouyang Qian, with a face full of murderous intent, spoke, directly startling Tang Jiayi beside her.

Niu Bi maintained a blank expression until he reached the end of the road, where a huge, withered-yellow arched iron gate stood.

This fool, every time he heard something strange, immediately thought in the direction of supernatural horror, not afraid of scaring himself.

This is like us graduating and going to work: the boss makes you work overtime every day but doesn't pay you wages; anyone would be furious.

The moment Jin Suoyuan's hand touched the pool water, boundless coldness surged into his body; an ice snake as thick as a thigh instantly wrapped around his arm, and the yin-cold force, adhering to his skin, directly froze the nearby blood vessels and blood, making his entire arm seem paralyzed.

"Could it be an assassin from the State of Song?" Leng Han's heart startled, yet he felt it unlikely; the palace was heavily guarded, and even if the Shadow Guard of Song possessed overwhelming skill, it would be difficult to break into the Han Palace to assassinate him.

The people Kong Ling brought quickly took over Huang Yaping and the others, escorting them back to Langshan County People's Hospital for treatment.

The man suddenly let out a light chuckle; the clear, low, and cool sound of his laughter was exceptionally distinct in the extremely quiet room, yet not a single person present dared to speak.

Shan struggled to attack, releasing his grip when he struck the tiger shark's belly; unfortunately, his shoulder already bore the tiger shark's tooth marks, still dripping blood.

At this time, Prince Ning, Li Yuankui, had long since arrived by carriage outside Yuan Feng's Wang Fu; gazing at the imposing Ji Wang Fu, his heart was wild with joy.

Sophia smiled, turned, and went to find her things, moving lightly and slenderly like a butterfly.

"You've come..." The emaciated ghost was now even thinner; the bone-white bones were vaguely visible, his life withering, beyond the help of even immortals.

In the same year, the temple construction began; two years after the temple was built, the Jiang family's entire household fulfilled the prophecy, and the sighs of all the common people were silenced overnight.

In another hour, it would be time for the funeral of the Marquis of Loyalty; due to the Marquis's outstanding contributions during his lifetime, the Emperor specially ordered that the Marquis be posthumously titled "Duke" and buried with the rites of a Duke; this was something Yun Yaqiao had strived to secure from Zhu Meichuo, though it did not require much effort.

According to the teachings of the Divine Fire Forging Art, the hammer strikes with great rhythm, sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes long, sometimes short, giving a sense of breathtaking beauty.

Chu Tiao shrugged, carried Charlotte to the sofa and set her down, then, from who knows where, produced a plastic glove and put it on his wrist.

"What does that mean!" Xi Yufan, upon hearing Mo Qi's "second point," was also slightly stunned; what did "travel" and "fulfillment" mean?

Jin Qing found the three who had scattered, giving them a look indicating that tonight's mission was over and they could withdraw.

"Five hundred characters? One hundred idioms and allusions?" Xia Junyi widened his eyes in surprise; the Highness is only five years old; would Lord Duan really punish him so?

Before the previous Holy Mothers of the Sea Moon Saintess, immense effort had been expended to open up a new space and isolate these species.

Qu Jinyan did not doubt for a moment that if he moved again, the guard watching him would shoot him without hesitation; because his ruthlessness and decisiveness were absolutely not feigned but instinct turned into habit; such a person kills like ants.

Yin Lin Zheng wanted to push past the guards and force his way into the Yin family, yet as soon as he approached those guards, he was collectively blasted away by eight of them.

Immediately after, four disciples of the Divine Dragon Sect emerged from behind the woods: two outer sect disciples and two inner sect disciples, their faces also showing an expression of lingering fear.

"What?" Perhaps An Ping's words were too confusing, as everyone present looked as though they had not heard clearly.

Changing his thought, he felt relieved; they had indeed come uninvited, and under such circumstances, it was not an overstatement for her to subtly mock them.

Lin Feng looked at the thermometer and murmured in his heart: although the winter in Jiangcheng this year was also very cold, it was only around minus one or two degrees.

But ideals are beautiful while reality is harsh; just now, he had squatted foolishly for a long time, and as soon as he stood up, his legs went numb.

The current result is like Shen Qingming and the Melon Field family joining forces, but if the two families join forces, everyone else will have to hold their breath.

She wore long pants and special tactical boots, looking spirited and heroic; compared to the servant's clothes she was currently wearing, this was far more dashing; she should wear this kind of equipment, not be a servile servant.

Qian Li let him do as he pleased; as an old married couple, they were sometimes like newlyweds, always feeling a flutter of excitement, their whole bodies trembling with emotion.

Cooperating with the Demon Realm doesn't necessarily mean finding the Purple Forest Kingdom; aren't these demons good? Wolves are far more loyal than humans.

Lin Feng touched the bed; some parts were still warm; it was obvious that the people living here were, nine times out of ten, the ones who had gone out earlier.

Thunder rumbled, the Nine Heavens Thunder Dragon roared, tearing through the void, standing upright before the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang. At the same time, the Mausoleum of Qin Shi Huang began to shake, as if an earthquake had struck.

Sihai Yuanlao Hot Pot, for three consecutive days, sixty percent off every day, always fully booked; customers greatly loved this new style of hot pot, and there were many returning patrons.

At this moment, as An Lan gradually woke up, the cold seed buried in her heart seemed to sprout all at once, and in an instant, grew lush and full.

I already knew the ending would be like this; why bother whether it comes a day early or a day late?

"I didn't mean that; I just couldn't digest the news immediately upon hearing it." Zhou Xuan was still holding Wu Jin's arm.

For someone without a family, accustomed to loneliness yet longing for kinship, making this decision was filled with great fear and unease.

The standard weapon of the Jinyi Wei, the Embroidered Spring Blade, was originally cast according to the Yongle Treasure Blade of the Yongle era; later, it was improved with reference to the Japanese sword; it can be said to be the most finely crafted and sharpest among standard weapons, and it fits the hand exceptionally well.

"Really?" Ning Xin was somewhat incredulous; she knew that Jia Ning was not someone easily swayed.

It was just that before he finished speaking, he saw Zi Ling actually begin to cry, her tears like pear blossoms in the rain, pitiful and moving.

Nalan Qingcheng and Lin Ranran currently had no other choice but to nod and agree.

Fragments of the scene flashed continuously; the road had stretched far into the distance, and a magical object appeared before Jiang Kehao.