Chapter 125: 123, The Core Seeker, Copper Coin Spots (4K, Happy New Year to All, May Good Fortune and Wealth Flow Unceasingly!)

123, The Core Seeker, Copper Coin Spots (4K, Happy New Year to All, May Good Fortune and Wealth Flow Unceasingly!)

Many infantrymen were hacked into unrecognizable heaps, their bodies pierced by the savage Parthian spearmen’s short spears, others crushed with shattered skulls, brains spraying everywhere.

“So that’s it. Though Liu Maoxing’s actions were ill-considered, it’s ultimately because both morning and afternoon classes were targeted, and Four Palaces’ curriculum couldn’t improve the recipes, hence… Huh? Are you feeling unwell?” Tang Dao Yin asked.

“Intermediate?” Before Yang Ming could speak, Kai Li, Amy, and others who had lived with the crystal beings were stunned.

“Hey, aren’t you worried about your companion?” Inuzuka Chi hid behind You Luo, smiling slyly as she asked.

Elton’s army was several times stronger than Mo City’s; alone, the combined royal cavalry numbered ten thousand. If they breached the gates, that cavalry force charging in would be unstoppable.

“There are too many good places. As an artist, how could I have time to appreciate them? I’m constantly busy, awake from dawn till dusk, often missing meals.”

The crown dumpling, or “Crown Top Dumpling,” is made by wrapping filling in dumpling skins folded into triangles.

Indeed, though the serpent folk showed a hint of joy upon regaining freedom, they still remained motionless in place, obedient as ever.

Eve’s slender fingers caressed Xiu Jian’s cheek. She whispered her confession aloud—every day for over thirty days, Eve repeated this same confession.

This was a delicate location, too close to the Chinese Federation; any misstep might drag the Federation into conflict. Cornelia could no longer sit idle.

Jiang Hao coughed a few times. Huang Laoxie’s cold, unyielding demeanor might lead to some insane act. To ensure his roommate’s safety, he had to deceive him again—luckily, he’d already prepared an excuse before entering the classroom.

Hebei’s harvest this year was neither good nor bad—just an ordinary year. Life was barely passable. By rural custom, this season always called for some celebration. This year, however, rural villages in Xingtai County, Nangong, Hebei seemed to have something even more captivating for the people.

Just as Xia Zuo pushed the werewolf a short distance, a howling wind surged from behind. The werewolf lunged straight at Xia Zuo with its claws. Xia Zuo slammed his forehead into its body, his cross-sword spinning back instantly, then he twisted his torso and slashed brutally through its arm.

Snowflakes that had surged from the ground into the sky now fell once more. The once furious battlefield had returned to stillness.

“You’re the one?” Upon hearing Tang Tianyang’s words, the two hundred personal guards all wore mocking, lewd expressions, their silent contempt echoing in their minds.

Even learning the barest basics has benefits. If it induces hypnosis, it boosts combat effectiveness—at least enemies won’t fear death or panic when they see you.

“Qingzi was swept away…” Several villagers shouted as they ran, their hearts sinking.

Gong Jiuqing was in the Democratic Republic of the Congo in Africa, fully immersed in building a satellite launch facility—why had he suddenly thought to call him?

Later, she forgot where she’d driven the car; the road grew increasingly remote, with no vehicles passing. Only then did she curse herself inwardly—again, she’d become a lost soul.

“So Uncle Ling knew my mother.” Shen Anran smiled, though a hint of doubt lingered in her heart.

Ling Mo’s repeated cruel rejections and treatment couldn’t make the former Shen Ruoyou give up, but Zhou Mingxu’s kick made her awaken.

Su Yi snorted coldly, suddenly reaching out to grip Su Xia’s chin with icy fingers, lifting her head until her gaze met his.

The face revealed beneath the mask was stunningly beautiful, its smile seductive and laden with vital information—but to An Youran, whose eyes were locked on the food, soul already departed, how could it possibly reach her?

“Stop acting! You think I don’t know what your own men did!” An Youran wrenched her hand free from Su Chen’s grip, furious.

An Zhiyao stood with his back to his subordinates, swaying a glass of clear liquid, his amber eyes gazing deeply at the scene beyond the floor-to-ceiling window. After a long while, he grinned wildly, pulling his lips upward.

In the crowded, noisy airport, people came and went—some embraced in sorrowful farewells, others rejoiced at reuniting with loved ones; emotions of warmth and gratitude filled the entire terminal, some moved to tears.

She forgot how many days they’d been on the island, only knowing her daily routine remained unchanged. Sometimes she wondered if this was a dream—a simple, pleasant dream.

Even though he wore civilian clothes without armor, his straight back and broad shoulders radiated more authority than any general clad in full battle plate, making others dare not look down on him.

“Yes.” The police officer, sensing urgency, quickly replied and rushed into the village to summon people.

Liu Yongjuan’s previously smug smile instantly darkened. She clenched her teeth, her eyes blazing with anger.

Although Ye Tianrui was over forty, his excellent upkeep made him look only thirty-something. His bright yellow dragon robe enhanced his imposing aura.

His son had only been with this girl for a few days, yet he’d already learned to read people and scheme. Today’s counter-trap was executed perfectly.

Thick corn-and-sweet-potato porridge, tender white boiled eggs, fragrant pork buns, and a plate of savory braised pork belly with dipping sauce—all made Tuanzi drool. After all, he’d never tasted human food before; looking at it, it seemed utterly delicious.