Chapter 67: Come Here

"Third Master, you're worrying too much. I'm not."
Xu Yu slipped into the passenger seat without fuss, no longer concerned about whether Wen Han had sat there before.
Shen Liangyan had bought an absurd amount of ingredients—many she considered unnecessary—but he simply leaned against the kitchen doorframe, supervising, and even pulled out his preferred menu to show her.
His meaning was clear.
See? If you still can't cook, then...
Traveling through the desert, exposed and unprotected, the midday heat was unbearable, but at night, the cold was biting. The lightly equipped cavalry lacked adequate clothing for warmth and could only huddle close to their horses for comfort.
On the first entry, of course, all available soldiers were brought along. For this, Fang Dazhi used that special refresh scroll for the top-tier military camp—naturally on the Gate of Paradise—and then spent 5,000 gold coins and 750 achievement points to recruit a new angel.
I replied vaguely, not much caring for this opportunity, and I knew perfectly well that this clueless headmaster had no idea why they were paying a visit.
Mo He nodded. It had already been half a month since the incident; for the other party to set out only now was actually rather slow.
"Eh... ah!" Tian Shuzi let out a strange cry, his beard and hair bristling, his long robe suddenly ballooning. With a shout, his tightly clenched fists swung out to either side. "Boom! Boom!" Two earthen walls on opposite ends of the courtyard exploded apart, and smoke filled the space.
"Boss Chu, Professor Wu, take a look at this!" The old man poured tea, then waved at two elderly companions behind him to bring forth a blueprint.
One hundred and eight young men, each unique, even caused Ye Ke'er—long accustomed to beauty—to be briefly distracted.
Suddenly, husband and wife exchanged a glance and together, sent a thousand hand seals toward the floating energy of merged Yin and Yang at the corner, subduing it within their seals for the moment.
Xuan Ting liked her—this, she was certain. So she had no need to worry, nor any reason to lose her temper.
But Zhu Yu was not satisfied. She wanted her brother to be as handsome and elegant as before, so she designed and commissioned two prosthetic legs to attach to his injured limbs. Yet before they could be completed, Weng Rui and the others returned.
Villagers are particular, especially when winter begins or during cold spells; if someone cries at home during these times, it's considered a bad omen.
In his previous life, Bai Gang was merely a low-ranking soldier, never given the chance to see the base's advanced technology. Now, faced with the real thing, he felt a surreal sense of disbelief.
Indeed, these fearless fools dared to rob and assault Weisuo—lighting a lamp in the latrine, courting death.
Sartre's manuscript detailed yesterday's meeting with Zhou Nan, analyzing, from an outsider's perspective, the discussion between Zhou Nan and Camus on the theory of absurdism, then focusing on Zhou Nan's interpretation of the similarities and differences between existentialism and absurdism.
Xiao Chen's night vision proved useful again. Through the wooden barred door, he could clearly see the slave holding room. Most were empty except for straw mats on the floor, and the slaves mostly lay or sat there. If not for an occasional scratching gesture, it would be hard to tell if they were alive.
On the fifth floor of the Shangri-La Hotel, the innermost room had an extended balcony—Constantine's special request. He liked to move the room's chair outside, quietly sitting above, overlooking the scenery below.
Upon meeting, Dai Xiao immediately asked about Lin Su. For Dai Xiao now, emotions no longer belonged to her. She once had affection for Lin Su, but after degrading herself, she felt unworthy, felt stained.