Chapter 850: No One Understands Foreign Countries Better Than Me

For the entire domestic circle of public intellectuals, the New Year's Eve of 2005 was an incredibly unlucky one.

Putting aside the matter of whether they took money or not, in reality, the universal brainwashing values led by the West have always been what they championed—because compared to the hardworking masses, they enjoyed extremely affluent lives and could access various resources from the Western world, and even neighboring countries like Japan and Korea, much earlier than the public.

This led to

The messenger armor before him was definitely not of the Tang army; it looked much more like the cavalry armor of the Turks, and he couldn't help but worry that Turks had infiltrated Chang'an!

In this way, even if the Yu Kingdom had some suspicions, without any concrete evidence, they would not rashly start a war.

Although she had not immersed herself in the art of artifact forging for long, having always followed Liang Yu, she had learned some secrets, one way or another; if a fight truly broke out, I'm afraid even the Top Ten Artifact Forgers would be nothing but a joke.

"If I don't stay, what can you do? I can't fight you, and I can't escape. But, in short, I will not become a male breeding machine for your Jing family." This was his condition.

In just a brief moment, the corpse of Shui Qianshan vanished without a trace, leaving only a solitary storage bag on the ground.

In response, everyone without exception rolled their eyes... This fellow seemed to be speaking as if it had nothing to do with him, or perhaps he was hiding his strength and was actually a powerhouse of the Third Step, having no fear of fighting Fan Paozi at all; otherwise, why would he act so unconcerned? It was truly speechless.

Although Feng Yuanzheng said he wanted to sit down and have a good chat with Li Kaiyu, Li Kaiyu did not take it seriously.

"You finally returned!" Just as these thoughts were echoing in Chu Lie's heart, a pleasant voice suddenly came from within the Pill Hall.

"Old Xiao, do you think this time, a disciple will really be able to complete the Beast Power Pill?" On the high platform, Elder Tan, having stared down below for a long time and seeing the number of people still continuing to refine decrease further, couldn't help but ask Elder Xiao, who had just made such bold boasts, in a low voice.

After a tremendous boom, the gargoyle before him raised its trident to block Bai Tian's sword strike; only saw Bai Tian's arm tremble slightly, while the gargoyle, unable to withstand the pressure, was knocked flying backward.

Among the eight, the tardigrade had the weakest cultivation; the deeper the cultivation, the slower the onset, so naturally, the tardigrade was the first to be affected.

It's just... Melro was not Zhao Yan in that state; although he had been kicked far away by Zhao Yan, he would not lose the match because of it.

A face whose features were indistinguishable, yet the warm smile that should have been revealed on that face was felt clearly.

At first, he didn't pay much attention, thinking only that Fu'er had been accidentally injured by an assassin's attack, which caused her to lose her life.

He could also be like those lucky people in his past life, working in the front courtyard and sleeping in the back courtyard, enjoying high welfare while avoiding the hardship of commuting back and forth; every noon, the maids could brew various flower teas or fruit teas and bring them over, and in the afternoon, bring black tea and pastries, occasionally inviting colleagues to share them together, gathering some popularity.

Lan Xi gave a bitter smile, as if she were a wanted criminal of treason and murder; seeing her face had actually required so much trouble.

Ya Di lowered his head; finally, just as the knife was about to be sold, he put down that futile pride. His voice was light, but the plea in his words was not hard to hear.

So these experts of the Heavenly Tier were not in a hurry, planning to thoroughly humiliate Shen Feng and the others when they came out, to regain the face they had just lost.

"Eh? What's going on? Why am I still here?" Zhang Zonghe scrambled to his feet from the ground, looking around in alarm and uncertainty.

Night Lang looked down; the ground a thousand meters below his feet had actually cracked open, with red magma rolling and dancing actively. And when the last note was spat out of Molofik's mouth, the earth suddenly opened its huge mouth, spraying a sea-like torrent of lava at the three people in the sky.