Volume 1, Chapter 34: Alone Together

Qin Zheng glanced at Xie Qingluan, who sat motionless nearby, eyes closed in meticulous meditation. After a moment of thought, he suddenly pulled the vibrant green jade hairpin from his hair.

The spiritual energy contained within the spiritual liquid was far more immense than that of the Spirit Gathering Array. She now felt her senses heightened significantly, allowing her to see clearly through the plastic greenhouse to the environment outside.

Hapgood, after graduating with his master's degree from Harvard University, joined the United States Information Center just before the outbreak of World War II.

Lizhu nodded, deciding not to ask further, though she remained deeply uneasy. Yet, seeing Tong Shuang's confident demeanor, she felt it best to hold her tongue.

The next day, as Lady Ye noted the absence of Mistress Wang, she thought to invite Tong Shuang over for a gathering, and thus instructed Ruixi to have the kitchen prepare extra breakfast.

Yun Zhongming watched this scene with a smile. In his view, negotiations required a certain presence, and an initial physical assault on one’s opponent was an easy way to exert psychological pressure—a tactic he had employed many times before.

"Mr. Xiao is a man of reason! Since we have come to find you today, you must surely know why we are here!" Captain Zhao, usually a stern man, spoke up. Their exchange sounded, for a moment, like a bickering couple flirting.

He took Zhuanxu’s hand and urged him, "After I am gone, you must lead everyone to do your utmost to assist the sovereign in governing the nation and bringing prosperity to the common people. You are the future hope of our Huaxia..." As he spoke these words, the Flame Emperor coughed violently, already struggling for breath.

"It's fine, the herbal medicine I decocted isn't bitter at all; it’s sweet and sour," Zhang Donghai said with a smile. "It’s just like sour plum juice." Han Meimei took a bite of the medicine.

Following this, the Italian team entered a "dark age." Coaches were replaced as soon as they lost, yet the replacements continued to lose, eventually reaching a point where each change only worsened their performance. From Pozzo’s retirement in 1948 to Valcareggi leading Italy to the 1968 European Championship title, the national team cycled through thirteen different coaches.

At the beginning, while that man’s screams were terrifying, the other two watched their brother endure such agony with expressionless, indifferent eyes.

"No, this was meant for that guy you discovered. With their current range, these two pieces of equipment cannot handle something at that altitude. Does the TPC have anything larger?" Lin Chong had momentarily forgotten about the Pizza, the only remaining operational large-scale space battleship; as long as the hull was patched, it could still be used.

A thought flashed through her mind, and Yun Weiyang sprang up so abruptly that her stool toppled to the floor with a loud crash.

It was Wei Tianpeng’s blood. Only then did Wei Tianpeng’s body begin to tremble, as he truly felt the panic of impending death.

Just a few minutes ago, when he saw her, she was filled with fury. Yet, in the blink of an eye, she was already showing concern for others. Could she be any more adorable? He never expected that the decisive and ruthless President Gu would have such a soft and charming younger sister; it was truly a rare sight.

In the center of the arrow formation, a man in a black robe stood tall. His hair was red as fire, and he wore a silver ghost-fox mask. The eyes exposed to the air were filled with malice and cruelty.

"Very well, route the call to my office." The coach walked into his office and closed the door. After a moment of contemplation while seated, he picked up the phone.

A thousand gold, ten thousand gold, a hundred million gold—what were these in his eyes? They were nothing more than dust.

"Damn, you are way too easy to feed." Lin Didi looked at Maomao as if he were a monster. They had been eating instant noodles for three days—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—and yet Maomao still found them delicious?