Volume 1, Chapter 54: The Fire at the Left Treasury

Yet, upon closer reflection, something felt profoundly wrong. At first glance, fish scales and snake scales are not easily told apart, especially in the dead of night amidst pitch darkness, when no one expected such a massive snake to exist, let alone paid attention.

"Well..." Long Zhiyan quickly steered the conversation away, thoroughly disliking deliberate nitpicking.

Following a synchronized chant of labor songs, the watchtower could be seen through the side of the door curtain being hoisted upright once more. Four snipers, shouldering heavy sniper rifles, stood upon a makeshift elevator as it ascended toward the tower summit. A few minutes later, the snipers would once again resume dominion over everything.

For this very reason, numerous working-class citizens in Shangnan City aspired to secure employment at Jingheji.

Within the northernmost burial chamber, Oulu had indeed braced himself as if facing a formidable enemy, but where were the foes? At least, none were visible to me.

Gazing at the massive ground armor gleaming with metallic luster upon the screen, everyone's spine suddenly turned cold.

Simultaneously, close-combat mechas were deployed only when enemy forces closed in on an interstellar fleet, rendering energy shields ineffective and ship cannons unable to strike the enemy. Only under such circumstances would mechas sortie. Normally, the deployment of combat mechas signified that the fleet had reached a moment of life-or-death survival.

The ballista battery also halted further advancement—not out of cowardice, but because they bore the responsibility of guarding the siege engines, requiring them to reserve sufficient forces to hold out until the very last moment. Besides, their existing strength was already depleted, leaving them incapable of dispatching additional troops.

"Is—is it really him?" Johnson gripped the main control console with both hands, switching to a different display feed as a profound sense of exhaustion washed over him.

Within the span of just a few years, these students of his had transformed overnight from fresh college graduates into authoritative experts in their respective fields. Yet when reporters inquired about the secret behind their remarkable achievements, they invariably replied with utmost modesty that it was all due to their teacher’s cultivation.

"Elder Xu, aren't you wishing to stay a little longer to observe the situation of the Azure Lotus? How about taking advantage of this opportunity to sustain a severe injury?!" Xinzhu suggested.

The sudden appearance of a leaf belonging to Lu Piao acted like adrenaline for the auction participants, causing those who had intended to leave to remain in their seats.

Even Boeing participated in the development of this regional airliner, which finally achieved a successful maiden flight this year.

Following the revelation concerning the couple Gu Yuning and Chu Qianqian, the crowd's excitement escalated further, prompting increasingly outlandish questions.

Seated inside the teardrop-shaped glass cockpit, the test pilot watched the expressions of satisfaction on the leaders' faces, feeling a surge of intense emotion as he formally submitted his request for takeoff.

Stationed within the military camp, Meng Xin stared in absolute disbelief as Liu Ming demolished the garrison's outer wall with a single sword stroke, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Yu'er, you cannot leave. We are to be wed in just a few days." Emperor Muhua seized Hua Yu's hand in a desperate grip.

All around, clamorous singing and conversation filled the air, yet those sounds seemed entirely sealed off in another world.

From afar, the vast lawn beneath the dormitory building was already piled high with exquisitely packaged gift boxes, every single one appearing extravagantly expensive.

Having matured considerably, his starlight-shimmering phoenix eyes rippled with a dazzling, brilliant, and mesmerizing luster, yet possessed a profound depth that threatened to pull anyone who looked into them into a trance.

Lingering traces of terror remained in the eyes of the young maids; outside, they had witnessed Shi Tuo fly into a rage—it was terrifying, and they had nearly thought Shi Tuo might harm the mistress.

After all, the annulment of their engagement had occurred quite some time ago, and there was no guarantee the news had not leaked.

Besides, such matters were utterly troublesome, and Su Lingyue politely declined them. To have enough silver to live comfortably without financial worries for generations—her ultimate aspiration had already been fulfilled, making these extraneous things entirely immaterial.

At this moment, no one dared to believe that Pei Shao, standing at the pinnacle of Kyoto society, could ever experience trembling hands.

"I know my own limits. Since Guo Feng has openly invited me to his estate, he will certainly do no harm to me. Prince Yu... is still a prince without real power; how could he possibly challenge a general?" At least, outwardly, that was the case.

Though he could now sit up and walk a few steps, his lower back still could not remain straight for extended periods.

"Seventeenth Highness, there is no need to transmit this back to the demon race. Should the subjects of the divine race learn of this, they too would deem him utterly useless," Nuoyi said calmly.

Qiao Ru'an felt a tightening in her chest, instinctively pulling her son behind her to shield him while gazing intently into Qiao Ye's eyes. Seeing that his gaze remained clear, she let out a slight sigh of relief.

The wrap party was held at a five-star hotel renowned throughout the city for integrating dining, leisure, and entertainment under one roof.

Discarding the empty-handed pistol with its bullets spent, Yan Ruolin wore a mocking smile at the corners of her lips as she approached Meng Haotian.

If he truly despised it, she would not be able to see Luo Xi until her hair grew back—she could not let him see her looking so unappealing.

At the same time, he could openly steal glances at Xia Qianshu. The girl's skin was as delicate as tofu, and her fluttering eyelashes were endlessly endearing, a sight so captivating that Han Chi could not tear his eyes away.

After arranging the subsequent patients' consultations, she tidied up her things and hurried to the location specified in the text message.

Just then, near the entrance, Su Li and Fu Xue wore grim expressions upon hearing Xu Xiaoyu's sobbing.

Was it because he had uttered those words so many times that she had grown accustomed to it? Or was he merely joking in his usual manner?