48. The Crematorium Opens

Page (1/3)

“What an enormous snowfall. It could not have come at a better time. Perhaps I have been waiting for snow all along.” Xiao Bai gazed at the heavy flakes and the ground slowly blanketed in white, speaking with evident satisfaction.

After waiting for all the team members to reach the bottom of the valley, Jiang Chen counted them once more. Nothing unexpected had happened during the airdrop. He took out a map, determined their direction, and immediately led everyone westward.

If this dragged on any longer, she would probably start calling all her relatives and friends to boast about it, while booking the wedding hall, the hotel, the bridal gown, and everything else. She would not be able to hear a word of his explanation.

“Yi Chen, I love you!” Xu Lin threw herself into his arms, pressing tightly against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.

Hong Ying paused, then glanced at Meng Tianyu. Seeing that he seemed less than happy, she lowered her head and smiled.

Wu Shilin recognized Lin Feng; Murong Shanshan had introduced him before, after all. This was a human youth among the Dragon Clan, gifted in both talent and character, with extraordinary potential.

Fang Shifu and Dongfang Xian'er frowned slightly. They wanted to offer a few words in Lin Feng's defense, but did not know where to begin. In truth, even they felt matters had gone a little too far.

“Another rebound! Sun Zhuo has thirteen rebounds today!” Yu Jia looked at the statistics. He was now only one assist short of a triple-double.

The Chaoyan soldiers gradually found their bodies being tightly controlled by the magic emanating from the eyes of the Demon King. In the end, they could not even control their own breathing.

The peach-blossom mark between her brows was crimson, as though she had been born with it. She was clearly no ordinary woman; otherwise, Wuchen would never have sacrificed his life to protect her.

Fu Zhen saw the faint worry beneath his open and cheerful expression and knew his words were true. It would have been inappropriate to ask more, so he accepted the favor and called Hu Yi and Hu Zhi aside, quietly giving them their instructions.

“Just wait. The zombies behind us are gathering too. Perhaps some survivors were discovered by them before we arrived,” Li Yuanxu said in a low voice.

Only after those sounds had gradually faded into the night did Fu Jun turn away from beneath the gate and look toward Madam Fu, who sat upright in the seat of honor, watching everything unfold with an expression of detached observation.

As a veteran of the Special Services Office, he was utterly awed by the author's ability to lie with his eyes open.

Su Lian had less than three months left. The window was extremely brief, and many of Su Lian's senior officials had begun entertaining unusual ideas, actively reaching out to the outside world.

The “Maginot Line” being issued this time was a special stronghold. It could not be used for any purpose other than a military camp, fortress, or defensive line.

Page (1/3)

Page (2/3)

This gave her the feeling that she could leave whenever she wished, which made her even less afraid.

Although the Bright Shoe Factory was gradually prospering, it was not even the largest factory in Yong'an County.

The assessments of his professional abilities were generally positive, but his private life was viewed with considerable disdain. Several others emphasized that Cen Yan could not possibly be a Communist, saying that he was a well-known anti-Red figure at the newspaper. Most of the recent reports concerning the Reds had been personally handled by Cen Yan, who enjoyed the editor-in-chief's particular favor.

Zheng Yaoxian glared at Zhang Anping. “If you cannot speak properly, then get out—never mind. Get out after you finish speaking.”

Just now, while the phantom was distracted, Luo Yao had ordered the God-Eating Ants to carry away the treasures that had fallen from Liu Xu's storage pouch.

The Council and the Academy of Sciences operated along parallel tracks, checking and balancing one another under mutual supervision. This was an important measure in the Grand Council's self-reform.

Wen Ling was, in effect, Ye Xianggao's former student and subordinate. By speaking at that moment, he was also offering a discreet reminder to his protégé.

But under ordinary circumstances, when they went to fight demon beasts, they were still risking their lives, and they could still die.

Tianyue seemed to have discovered something else. Once again, he took out the storage ring and tried to collect it with the ring on his hand. Spiritual energy drew the two together, but the attempt failed. His storage ring could not collect that ring. He tried using the other ring to collect his own, but that failed as well.

Now, the High Immortal Zi Yao said nothing and merely shed tears, making her appear all the more wronged.

Not until after midnight did Luo Yao finally take a deep breath and bring out the seven-colored dice again. This time, however, she held back for a long while without throwing them.

Tianyue smiled. The true scion of a great family walked out with unhurried composure. At those words, the man's expression darkened. He wanted to go forward and apologize again, but the other man's face showed such undisguised dislike that he stopped.

Xue Baobao hurriedly pulled the reluctant Yu Xin forward to pay his respects. Baoyuan returned the greeting with a beaming smile and asked, “Have you and your brother finished speaking, Benefactor Xue? In that case, I shall have someone escort Benefactor Yu and his men down the mountain first thing tomorrow morning.”

Gai Nie's injuries had existed from the very beginning. They had accumulated little by little during the flight with Tianming, under the repeated pursuit of the assassins from the Web and the Qin cavalry.

Only after he had reached the tenth step did Ye Lin stop. The immense mountain weighing upon him had grown heavier by another thousand jun. He could still endure it, but only barely.

Yuan Longfei's gaze swept over his younger brother, Yuan Hufei, and his swordlike brows drew together slightly. He had seen that Yuan Hufei's sword had been knocked to the ground.

Page (2/3)

Page (3/3)

He had already given Ye Canghai a chance at the martial arena. Otherwise, he would have crippled him long ago.

After a fierce round of bidding, the kasaya was ultimately purchased by Niu Zhichun for six hundred gold coins.

Lin Shaoling's expression changed slightly. The devouring force of the black vortex was far stronger than that of the enormous maw before it.

Liuli struggled to keep up. She knew she had already lost the initiative and her unstoppable momentum; victory was no longer possible.

As for Zheng Lan'er and the others, although they seemed to have noticed something, their eyes were still filled with confusion.

Biyao, who had cast the Devotion Curse, had already been scattered in body and soul, doomed never to be reborn. Although the Acacia Bell had forcibly drawn in one fragment of her soul and preserved it within the bell, the art of returning a soul had been lost for a thousand years.

Rabinnus stood with his back turned and waited for a long time, yet Cynthia never loosed her arrow. He turned around, only to discover that Cynthia was already gone.

Supporting herself with both hands against the bed, she let the quilt slide slightly from her body, revealing her fair, rounded shoulders and the faintly visible curve of her chest.

Fang Fan covered his face with exaggerated theatricality, his cheeks flushed crimson, looking like a hopeless fan who had just seen his idol.

Her heart pounded violently within her chest, and in an instant all the blood in her body rushed to her head.

Aiya's carriage finally reached the opposite bank of Rom. Once it crossed the wooden bridge spanning the Tiber, it would arrive outside the city. Only after seeing Rom did she realize what kind of force her father was opposing.

These remarks were much like the later keyboard warriors who claimed that even the leaders of the central government were inferior to themselves. The Embroidered Uniform Guard was too busy to bother with such keyboard warriors.

As the volume of the loudspeaker cylinder increased, the pilots of all forty machines issued merciless jeers.

Page (3/3)