Chapter 114: 112. Karmic Fire Burns the Body

112. Karmic Fire Burns the Body

The other three had no great expectations of Li Hao—not because they looked down on him, but because a mecha like the Dragon Blade Warrior couldn't gain the slightest advantage in a tropical rainforest environment.

Even though he had been dating Ellie for three years, they had only ever held hands; they had never had any intimate contact at all.

Fang Yuan didn't continue charging inward according to plan, because he sensed something abnormal from everything before him; more importantly, his heart was pounding wildly, sending out a warning.

"What is this?" Qiao Mu frowned slightly, looking at the remote-control-like gadget flashing with light in Qiao Xi's hand.

"Mm." Yue Xi stood on tiptoe and kissed him, then walked away, leaving Yun Zichen alone, grinning foolishly.

Zhang Shanshan knew she could never go back to school, nor could she go to the orphanage, and she could no longer have the slightest connection with her father Chen Zhongyi.

Having known her so long, she had seen plenty of Ouyang Lai's fake smiles; a smile like the one she wore at this moment was certainly rare.

"Our relationship is one thing, the car payment is another." Fang Yuan was telling Alicia to keep business and personal matters separate—the car payment had to be made—when a quarrel broke out in a shop nearby, drawing the attention of the two of them.

Just now, Fang Chu couldn't take it anymore and had his brothers carry him away; Qin Xue, finding it pointless, also prepared to leave.

The three of them—Charles and the others—all looked at Fang Yuan; of course they understood the situation he was worried about.

Tian Tian quietly pulled Han Enju aside and asked a few questions about Jin Bao; learning his injuries could slowly be nursed back to health, she felt relieved.

Bai Yinshuai came to his senses at once and immediately called for everyone to flee. The Sea King had been taken down in a single move—did they still not understand the gap between themselves and Zhang Huen?

Because she had lain in bed for a full day and two nights, Su Lian was starving, so her appetite was excellent; she even ate most of the meat dishes, and of the exquisite Dragon-Phoenix Three-Freshness Balls, she nearly polished them off. Sixi had silently noted this dish, to secretly instruct the imperial kitchen in the future.

"Listen to what Grandfather's saying—Tian Tian just the other day sent over a whole basket of vegetables. How could there be nothing to eat?" Han Enju, carrying his medicine box, came over to clear the names of the Liang siblings.

His real intention was actually to make himself sound poor and miserable, to see if he could win the sympathy of Lin Xueyi and the others, and thereby snag a corner of a bed in their room for a night.

Earlier, those snow pits had only buried them up to their necks; then that snowfield fell silent, and the distant, rolling snow mountains stood like gods silent for a thousand years, coldly looking down upon the humble lives at their feet.

It caused the faces of Elder Fan and Fan Tao, Dongfang Wuji and Dongfang Ba, and the others to almost all change drastically.

Just as in the other timeline, in order to stabilize the domestic market, in the last month of 1946, Xinming launched a campaign against speculation and profiteering.

Fortunately, she had thought fast and come up with such an excuse on the spot. Still, selling the noodles for money was indeed quite reliable—perhaps their family could gain another means of livelihood from it.

So Lin Youde told the story he had just thought of as best he could, and the result seemed pretty good—perhaps his art cheat gave a bonus in this area too: storytelling is also an art, after all.

Because her family was quite strict, Liu Die obviously couldn't go stay up all night with the other classmates like they did, so she asked Liu Ling, hoping to take a walk outside with him and deepen their relationship a little.

"Don't get your hopes up too soon. On the contrary, I'd advise you not to set your expectations too high. Compared with the big financial groups out there, the foundation of our old aristocratic families is too thin—we simply can't compete. So you all need to be mentally prepared: the greater your expectations, the greater your disappointment." Elder Xie advised.

"Hmph hmph hmph!" Huang Zhongde sneered coldly at Wan Fulai with contempt. He then glanced at the five warriors and gave the signal to prepare to act. Rather than sit and wait for death, better to fight to the death—perhaps they could cut a bloody path out.

As long as he was willing, he could easily defeat all of them; his power could be said to be extremely strong, far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to.

Some villagers of Shengcun Village emerged from their own underground tunnels—some helped rescue the wounded, some rushed to repair houses, some boiled water and cooked for the Eighth Route Army.

All morning, even while eating and practicing, Ye Qing's mind was full of thoughts about Liu Ling; she simply couldn't forget him.

Some even felt that their appearance fee was wasted; only Yun Ling, with such "improvisational" questions, never needed to prepare in advance—answering however she wished, easily catching people off guard, so no one could guess what her next line might be. The audience grew curious, and the ratings would rise.

"Chinese people think it's bad luck, inauspicious, and unlucky to eat at a Japanese restaurant, so Chinese people won't go—no matter whether they have money or not." Zhu Shiyao explained.

That day, after Xun Xi and Yuan Qingqing finished clearing the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda, the two of them sat atop the pagoda gazing into the distance; where water met sky, the red sun was half-hidden, and the water's surface reflected ten thousand fathoms of crimson light.

Wang Mingze, relying on the mystical Daoist art "Zi Wei Dou Shu" in his hands, evolved all manner of spiritual mechanisms and ingenious devices, conjuring various elaborate illusions to conceal his existence.

It's just that these technologies were superfluous to the Soviet big brother, but for our newly founded New China, they were solid, real good things—even if only at a WWII technological level, they were still better than our current state of utter poverty and blankness.

In the battlefield space, thirty disciples kept shifting positions, bombs falling without cease. This was a sealed barrier; the void within had already been blasted into broken fragments—and that was with a portion of an immortal artifact's power above suppressing and sealing the void, forbidding all destruction.

Precisely because of this, Bai Yi made the performance of the so-called new recoilless gun truly top-tier and impressive—whatever about following the mature German "Iron Fist" anti-tank rocket launcher, whatever about copying the American M18 57mm recoilless gun being more reliable, he rejected them all, and directly started from scratch to put a new product on the production line.

Beside them, Zhu Miao was completely stunned; he had never imagined that Jiang Han, in such a situation, could still speak so brazenly—he was far too arrogant.