Chapter 833: Requesting Two Days Off on the 1st and 2nd
Requesting Two Days Off on the 1st and 2nd
"Excellent, the Emperor truly means this!" Yu Shilong answered loudly. "However, since we are delivering grain and fodder, why have we not brought a single grain of it?" I asked, my face full of confusion.
With a "Boom," in the last moment while consciousness still remained, Zhao Gan knew the fuel tank had been destroyed, then the entire car burst into raging flames, black smoke blocking out the sky and sun.
Meng Sheng was stunned; she had never thought that all this would start because of her—a great calamity, the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, the safety of the people in nine provinces.
It can be said her purpose was achieved; she tore apart him and the person he loved, she made her enemy Situ Xiao restless day and night, anxious and troubled, she made her enemy Li Yilin unable to return home, fleeing with his relatives; she was a successful avenger.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a strong scent of alcohol; he saw Wang Defang drunk and passed out on the bed, Ye Chengzhi walked worriedly to the bedside, and just like that he discovered that his father had actually been killed by his mother.
Her tears fell drop by drop, landing on the bed edge, on the sheets, dripping onto his cold and limp hand. Everyone present was moved; all silently wiped away their tears.
"Enough, Meng Zhu, I swear I will never betray you in this life! If you are unwilling to marry me, I will become a Monk. Don't be angry, okay?" He still advised with a good temper.
Could it be that what Xin Wang said about handling it well was just this? But, since he was going to leave with her, then besides material goods and status, what else could he give them?
Finally, the black-faced man walked near Zhao Gan, slowly raised his right foot, the toe aimed at the right side of Zhao Gan's head at the temple, and it looked as if he was about to kick down. Relying on this black-faced guy's strength, if this kick landed, Zhao Gan would have no possibility of becoming disabled—but would die directly.
"Sister Yanhong!" Xue Hai's cheeks flushed red, she chased straight after him acting coquettishly, stopping him from continuing to speak.
Before Qing Yun could finish, a faint voice spoke softly; her face was calm, showing not a trace of emotion, confident, without even a single factor of uncertainty, as if taking his life was simply effortless.
Xing Lian impatiently looked in the direction he pointed; upon seeing it, she was instantly like a mouse seeing a cat, involuntarily stepping back two paces.
Hearing these words, Xing Tianyu couldn't help but feel confused; just now he clearly saw a dark green light ball flying towards him, why didn't his companions see it at all?
Most importantly, it was the cost that was abolished along with the emergence of these changes; originally the clear self-awareness in both their eyes faded, their pupils lost their vitality.
Still wearing a cloak, his appearance should be quite prominent among fugitives, ranking in the top three; walking along the main road, it would be bad if an enthusiastic citizen recognized him.
"You don't want me to call you Bamboo Carving, do you?" Guan Xiangfeng was also sharp, immediately understanding Ma Quezi's meaning.
Taking a deep breath, Xing Lian barely suppressed the urge to beat someone up, knowing full well that this idiot was currently bearing the title of honored guest of the Pingling Kingdom; if she beat him up here, it would be truly difficult to explain to the Pingling Kingdom ruler, but since she couldn't provoke him, why couldn't she even hide from him?
Rui Wen said nothing; she was his subconscious manifesting, so naturally she understood his thoughts incredibly well, knowing that saying anything else at this moment was useless, so she sat down beside him, placed his head on her lap, and gently stroked Xing Tianyu's hair.
Fang Kui looked up, looked over, and could vaguely see the mobile phone light flickering, but it flickered twice and then went out. But he was also anxious, yet deep down he was not afraid; just as he said, he was just a dog thief; if he was truly caught, it was nothing major.
"Magic lies not only in changing the face, but in changing the soul! I have already sent someone to fetch the blood of a black dog. In a moment I will give you a bath, and you will know the truth!" Yang Yuanliang was truly crazy now.
"I feel the possibility is not very high," Misaka Mikoto said, shaking her head. As for Makura Yō coming from another world, the possibility of inheritance was not very high; as for allergies, yesterday he could have explained it clearly to Soten Riko, and it shouldn't have come to threatening friendship, not letting her ask questions.
"No need, I still prefer to struggle in the cycle of reincarnation; I never deluded myself into thinking of becoming a Buddha or an ancestor; I am just an ordinary person greedy for joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; I am still willing to be an ordinary person," Sasuke said with a smile.
It was not the usual misty haze obscuring emotions, nor the simple joy and warmth that occasionally appeared after the mist curtain dispersed, but... a vast emptiness.
"Rest assured. No need to be so nervous." Bai Chou extended his hand; the Susanoo on Makura Yō's body instantly turned into fragments and dissipated into the air.
The comprehensive blockade and targeting by all of Europe, the United States, and other countries in the world caused the development of the former Soviet Union to gradually encounter huge problems, finally collapsing directly.
"Of course, you don't understand this; pond fish fry are only suitable for release in spring and autumn, and it also depends on what fish you raise in your pond; let me tell you..." Lao Han also got interested and explained it to her in detail.
Just as he was about to kiss Nuonuoyilan, there was only a fist's distance left. Perhaps the movement of Fake Jia Ye Cheng's body woke Nuonuoyilan; Nuonuoyilan opened her eyes and saw Fake Jia Ye Cheng at close range; she hesitated shyly for a moment.
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