27. Going to work?

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When Le Xing opened her eyes early in the morning, she was startled to see Si Ming sitting by the table watching her.
After all, for the average soldier pulling the trigger, most wars have nothing to do with right or wrong; they are merely following their superiors' orders to go to the battlefield and kill.
Wang Xuan spent two days at the auditions and personally selected a dozen or so contestants. Afterward, he handed the audition site back to Li Tao and Guo Hong, hoping the latter would uphold his selection criteria.
Le Xing had said all she could; whether they believed her was up to them. She had already explained the stakes. They were all adults, and she had a clear conscience.
In short, if these three giants were to find their conscience and rescue the Yu Kingdom from its dire straits, there was still a very high probability of success.
Ma Huawu wanted to laugh, but he had to hold it in! The high-ranking official and the captain of the security regiment were also caught up in the battle, and they all took out handkerchiefs to wipe their moist, hot eyes.
He wore a suit of armor shrouded in cosmic energy, making Zhang Yang unable to see him very clearly. Judging by his sitting posture, this Immortal’s height was likely around two meters.
"Boss Song, I think the one we should be paying attention to isn't him, but someone else." The bespectacled boy behind him pushed up his glasses and said something unexpected.
"Yes! I will try my best to secure a better deal!" Seeing that Zhou Yu was uninterested in the feather, Zhao Hong kept it for himself. The shop had not yet been renovated or reinforced, and it would be troublesome if the energy radiating from the feather were sensed by others.
The Crown Princess’s intentions had already been revealed in those few sentences, not to mention that he possessed supernatural abilities himself. Although they were of the same kin, their paths ahead would diverge.
Li Zixiao slapped his forehead, remembering what had happened yesterday. He then took out his phone and glanced at it, a look of despair quickly covering his face.
Was he destined to live a life dependent on medication from now on? How could he explain this to the Master? Once Li Zixiao died, he would end up in a scandal in the newspapers the next day. To save himself, he had to try his best to keep Li Zixiao alive.

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"Damn it!" Zhu Buzheng said, "If you didn't have the guts, then why the hell were you so bold when you messed with Second Aunt Lian’s family? Of all things, why did you have to pick a skinned cat? Do you know who owns Old West Street?"
Wu Hun’s strategy of borrowing a knife to kill was extremely clever; he had completely distanced himself. Even if Qi Ming knew Wu Hun was hostile toward him, he would never guess that it was Wu Hun who leaked his location.
Hua Qianmo used his divine sense to probe his condition and was greatly surprised. On the surface, he had no breath. Yet, his heart was still beating, and his organs were healthier than anyone else’s. Could it be that he had healed his internal injuries while cultivating?
Hahahaha, alright, enough joking. Ye Shaochen needed time to improve his cultivation and find an opportunity to win this seemingly unwinnable battle.
"Very well, since everyone agrees with what Third Brother said, I have decided that Third Brother and I will go to the South Sea together."
Li Zixiao nodded blankly and actually gave out his phone number. "Then, goodbye." Lin Lin smiled, nodded, and walked into the teaching building.
Manager Qian kept a close eye on the weather, fearing a sudden downpour on the day of the opening. Fortunately, the heavens were merciful and did not let her down.
A week after the new song’s release, Jing Li’s track remained at the top of the charts. TG, meanwhile, had spent a fortune on pre-promotion, yet their new song hadn't even made the top ten—a resounding slap in the face.
After the banquet, Lin Wanyi accompanied Imperial Concubine Hui to her sleeping quarters. Once the servants were dismissed and only Lanzhi remained in the room, Lin Wanyi demanded to know how she had allowed Feng Yi to secure the position of Crown Prince.
As for the toxins from Meng Po, the pilots, wrapped in iron and soaring high in the sky, had nothing to fear.
Thinking back, he realized his son had been preparing all day. Regardless of whether the food was good, the gesture was rare, so he sheepishly rubbed the spot where he had struck him.
The referee’s whistle still hadn’t sounded. Many spectators realized what was happening, their faces showing expressions of unbearable pity.

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With a push of his shoulders, he threw open two windows, and giant searchlights were rolled out, illuminating the front and back in a blaze of light.
"If that is the case, then I am relieved." Xiao Yan’s tone softened, and his expression was quite different from usual.
However, she knew in her heart that her brain hadn't been working well lately; she was forgetful. Could it be that rebirth was like pregnancy and childbirth—if one becomes "silly for three years" after pregnancy, does one also become "silly for three years" after rebirth?
Only after Xiang Chen practiced martial arts into his marrow and grasped the true meaning of the Baji style did he understand that the most terrifying aspect of the "King of Hell’s Three-Point Strike" was not the physical attack on the surface, but the three insidious hidden energies it contained.
The Phoenix-Tailed Peacock circled above the floating rock for a long time before landing quietly, spreading its wings across the surface and letting out a series of low, mournful cries.
"Alright, alright, Shuting, let’s not talk about this anymore. Don’t be sad. Believe that nothing will happen to our son. Oh? What is this you’re holding? Is it your embroidery pattern?" Fang Daxian asked, feigning a relaxed tone.
But now, Wang Xi beside him had already cursed him countless times in her heart; for a foodie, being able to see but not eat was nothing short of torture.
Gan Deyuan was still rambling on with sweet-sounding but nonsensical words, being deliberately difficult. Yu Feng found himself unable to lash out, having run into this incredibly annoying situation.
Wilson wore a pair of enamel glasses on the bridge of his nose, carefully tallying the ledger in his hand. These glasses had been bestowed upon him by the master last year; it was said they were crafted from rare materials harvested from the deep sea, which not only helped his increasingly dim eyes see more clearly but also had the effect of refreshing the mind.