Chapter 43: Woman, Shouldn't You Be a Bit More Reserved?

Yilan Shu failed to find anyone, and upon his return, he discovered Xuan Lie lying on the ground. His expression shifted slightly as he patted Xuan Lie's shoulder. "Xuan Lie, wake up."

Xuan Lie regained consciousness. Opening his eyes, he immediately stood up. "Prince Yi, I..."

Yilan Shu was slightly angry. "Where is your vigilance? Being ambushed..."

Hearing this explanation, Buni Bo's expression relaxed slightly, and he instinctively used the telescope in his hand to continue observing the frontline situation. In the dim firelight, a dead mutated beast was slowly advancing toward the frontlines of the Undead defense zone. The few heavy ballistas and two catapults were all aimed directly at it at this moment.

Just as Hannina walked into the office, Omichi the goblin, who was closest to her, hurried over holding a box of cigars.

"How about this? You go outside first and invite a skilled physician to examine Lin Zhi. If this doctor truly has no way to treat her, we can think of other ways. If Lin Zhi's face is still not better in a few days, we will indeed have to ask the master to invite another imperial physician," Lin Zhi's aunt said.

"Speaking of which, Zhou Cheng, why did you suddenly feel like knitting a sweater? Don't you usually think this stuff is quite boring?" Jiang Yun asked, looking somewhat curious.

Gu Beiwang couldn't be bothered to explain anything to him. Carrying the child and holding the luggage, he walked outside with Zhou Cheng and the others.

Seeing the last zombie trapped inside the convenience store, unable even to figure out how to bypass the shelves and come out through the front door, but instead futilely slamming its head again and again against the glass wall of the convenience store, Wang Peng felt a stir in his heart and took the fireman's axe from Arnold's hand.

"Old Zhou, do you think we made a mistake coming over here?" Wu Xiuying had been quite looking forward to moving into the new house just ten minutes ago, but at this moment, she felt a trace of hesitation.

"What things do you guys have to pack in the next few days? I'll come over to help," Jian Rong said. Seeing Zhou Cheng's demeanor didn't look like anything had happened to Gu Beiwang, he believed that the whole family was going over to spend the New Year with him purely because Gu Beiwang couldn't get leave to return.

Each multi-role infantry fighting vehicle could transport about twelve Red Alert soldiers, and twenty multi-role infantry fighting vehicles could accommodate two40 Red Alert soldiers.

Luosha retrieved a grayish-brown coarse cloth bundle from behind him. Seeing the exposed half of the scabbard, Qin Xuan's pupils dilated and his gaze froze. Trembling, he cradled the sword in his arms.

With that, he shoved a red pill into his man's mouth, and with a flick of his left hand, restored his freedom of movement.

Jian Xi stared coldly at them, her eyes as frosty as ice. An inexplicable, bone-chilling aura seemed to erupt from the depths of her gaze, carrying a silent, subversive, and turbulent undercurrent.

Unhurriedly taking a sip of tea from her cup, Qian Wanmei raised her eyebrows slightly. Going there was definitely a must.

Yan You wore a dark expression. But after thinking about it, he felt that Wang Lingyun's words made a great deal of sense, and thus he reluctantly nodded.

She had a peaceful sleep through the night without being tossed about, and her spirits were greatly restored. Even waking up at five-thirty felt much better.

The disciples off the stage, upon seeing that Elder Wu of the Penal Hall and Deacon Lu of the Inner Sect were actually competing to take Zhou Mingyang as their disciple, felt more envy and jealousy than astonishment.

Sakurai frowned. After inquiring at the front desk, he walked straight up to the second floor. Behind him, Yukimura's complexion was somewhat pale, but he said nothing. Under Sanada's concerned gaze, he nodded and followed him up to the second floor.

His gloomy eyes held no warmth, and those rippling, watery eyes were filled with a bone-chilling sternness.

Although the two families lived door-to-door, their balconies faced each other, with a distance of only three or four steps between them.

Lusa carried Xi Jian to a mechanism-operated door, matched their fingerprints and irises, and finally opened the heavy gate.

Lorenzo grew anxious. Although he had been somewhat slack at times, he had nonetheless worked hard and run around extensively for Jia Xing.