Sixty-five

The two soldiers gritted their teeth in anger, but still with cold faces, they took off their camouflage uniforms and threw them on the ground. Niu Qiang didn't care at all; he and Lei Chen exchanged their clothes, each putting on a set, and then Niu Qiang handed a Type 95 rifle to Lei Chen.

"Darling, come on, call me Daddy." Huo Lingfeng still wore a smile, then pulled Zhuang Qingqing closer and whispered in her ear.

The main purpose of the evening gathering was to let Liu Shishi meet everyone. The specific process was rather dull, but everyone noticed the changes in Elder Lei Anguo. While surprised, their hearts were also filled with joy.

To prevent this, Lu You separated eight of the male piglets and also moved the other two boars into separate pens. The purpose of doing this was to prevent the wild boars from mating indiscriminately and causing incestuous bloodline issues.

There was still half a sun's worth of time before nightfall, yet this anxious future mother-in-law had already made a phone call to Qin Ming early on. However, Qin Ming was watching a football match, and his phone was answered instead by his meddling mother at home.

"Bang, bang, bang..." Before he could finish speaking, a flurry of gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down as if they cost nothing.

"I'm asking you, do you need to transfer hospitals?" Lei Chen held his gun and pressed it against the doctor's forehead again. The doctor couldn't help taking a step back, bumping into the door.

I never imagined that one day I would become a medical scammer in a Putian-series hospital, making a living off the so-called commissions brought in by visiting patients, and surviving on the blood and sweat money of those patients. It made me the scum of humanity, the dregs of society, even worse than a stray chicken.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is called the Shangyuan Festival by the Han people, celebrated as the Lantern Festival, which has existed since ancient times; the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month is called the Zhongyuan Festival, for paying homage to ancestors; the fifteenth day of the tenth lunar month is called the Xiayuan Festival, where cold food is eaten to commemorate wise men.

"That's true as well, taking the best to make up for the shortcomings!" Huo Yuanzhen suddenly spoke up, his tone completely devoid of any complaint or partiality, as he nodded repeatedly.

I emphasized that the situation at the time was extremely critical, that Qing Ge and his gang had kidnapped us, and that our lives were in danger at any moment. Anyway, I said whatever would benefit King Yama. I knew Dazhuang would also be questioned, but since he was a criminal, how could his words compare to mine?

Tianmei smiled with a bewitching and eerie charm. "I've long heard that Princess Yaochi is pure and lovely. Seeing you today, you are truly peerless in beauty. Let this sister take a look at you!" Tianmei said in a coquettish voice. With a flick of her finger, the dual forces of Yin and Yang spun at her fingertip, and a pillar of Yin-Yang light shot out violently.

"Senior Brother, you're too emotional. Calm down. What's done is done, and talking about this now is meaningless." King Yama did it to save me; how could I possibly betray him? If it weren't for my consideration of past relations and face with Zhou You, I would have already flipped out.

"I have already considered it. The feng shui master back then said that after twenty years, the coffin must be exhumed and relocated, as that would be best for us," Ren Fa shook his head and said directly.

I asked to see her cross-stitch, so Mika showed me her two large cross-stitch pieces. The first one, made with black thread, read "The sea of learning is boundless," and the second was an unfinished, brightly colored picture of the Fuwa dolls.

He naturally knew that Yu Sang losing the cat and asking him to find it was just a deliberate trick to get rid of him. That cat had some brains; every day it went out early and returned late, and no matter how far it ran, it always knew how to come back. How could she suddenly have the whim to find the cat today?

When I saw it was him, my anger flared up even more. If it weren't for him today, could all these things have happened?

At this moment, the sign above the operating room door had changed from red to green. The obstetrician, dressed in a white lab coat, walked out. Everyone could clearly see that significant parts of his pristine white coat were stained red—that was blood, Yu Sang's blood.

On the very forehead of that dragon head, there was a strangely formed vertical eye. However, this vertical eye completely lacked a pupil, making it appear somewhat lifeless.

Cui Qian'er collapsed onto the ground, her clothes disheveled, staring blankly at everything before her. For a moment she looked dazed, the next panicked, and then utterly at a loss.

Facing an opponent's ambush by a Daoist who had reached the second refining stage of the nine refinement levels of spiritual cultivation, Yun Yu felt cautious, yet also quite surprised.

"Aiyue, there are signs of a fire being lit, which means besides us, someone else is on this path." Samusa shared her discovery with Yingjian. This was a hard-won glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. It seemed they couldn't linger here; after a brief rest, they had to hit the road immediately to catch up with the people ahead.

Therefore, Busujima Saeko had no bottlenecks and constantly honed her swordsmanship, especially in the world of One Piece, where she elevated her swordsmanship to the level of a Great Swordsman.

The two arrived at the corridor. Yingjian had bumped into her yesterday at the second corner, so she should be living in one of the rooms around here.

The bones were full of cracks, evidently caused by a fall from a high place. Beside the skeleton lay a backpack and two black obsidian rings. According to Yingjian's final description, it seemed this was the remains of Yang Xiaokai, who had jumped off a cliff to commit suicide.

Although all of this seemed slow, it happened in the flash of a flint, in a mere fraction of a second.

"Actually, for sixteen years, this is the first time I've been this stirred up," Luo Tian smiled self-deprecatingly, but his gaze never left the bundle on the big man's back. The closer he got, the stronger his yearning became.

It was as if thunder had burst in the air, and then everyone saw trails of blood flowing across the huge stele shadow protecting Ghost Cry, while pitch-black darkness suddenly emerged in front of the stele shadow.

"No need, my carriage and horses are right outside. How could I trouble Grand Secretary Ao to see me off?" Sizhen declined.

As this fragrance drifted away, it felt as though some indescribable and subtle thing was lingering between the two of them.

"They were injured more severely and are still recovering. My injuries are lighter, so I can open the door for you," Ning Qing replied without turning his head. It seemed he was busy preparing something right now.