Noble Consort Zhong 15

He would propose sufficiently detailed requirements, have the experts at Pingtian Machinery further refine and calculate the data, and finally manufacture the actual equipment.

It was a rather breathtaking sight. Looking up, the roaring, cascading purple thunder poured down like a torrential rainstorm onto the transparent barrier, splashing into clusters of purple lightning arcs that resembled dazzling fireworks—dreamlike, surreal, and magnificent to the extreme.

It was an expression born of anger at trying to silence her family's objections, coupled with heartache over her son's grueling hard work; the joy of having a grandson had to be suppressed yet somehow conveyed, all shifting repeatedly within just a few seconds of screen time, ending with a feigned reluctance masked by inward delight to allow Huang Chun to stay—it was truly masterful.

Fortunately, by the following day, the scouts sent out by Chen Nuo had already contacted Hu Zhen's detachment. Hu Zhen's forces had also arrived in the vicinity of Yangcheng Mountain and would reach it before nightfall.

"That light looks a bit like the one we saw before..." Watching those flame-like lights ascend into the sky, the young man recalled the figure that had previously used red light to shower the earth with a rain of death from the heavens.

Whenever you push open a door, there is always a new world waiting, yet the old world behind you always tries to pull you back, whether you like it or not—this is your choice to make.

As the golden flames dissipated, a dazzling golden divine blade appeared, emitting soul-stirring blade hums from time to time.

The person before him could not possibly be lying, because the hatred transmitted through the brainwaves was far too pure and innocent. But if that were the case, it was no wonder that man had plunged into madness; yet how had all these events come to pass...

Lin Xinru had originally addressed Siqin Gaowa as "Teacher" and "Aunt," but a single remark from Siqin Gaowa made her change how she addressed her.

With tear-stained, beautiful eyes, Su Muqing gazed at Meng Feng, her peerlessly enchanting face filled with complex emotions.

Xu Yingdong said indifferently, "Understood. You called me here just to act as a human radar. I'm going." Zhang Nianzuzuo smiled.

Cangyun followed Pingqing and Pingjian into a reception hall within the imperial bedchamber. Passing through the courtyard, he looked up to see that the weather in the Fifth Hall was gloomy, with greenish mists lingering throughout the palace grounds, suffused with abundant spiritual energy.

"You go chase your girls; I'm here to find a job. When necessary, I'll step away and I certainly won't act as a third wheel," Li San said against his true intentions, deciding to let him off the hook for now.

"Sister Weiwei, are all the songs you are using in this competition original?" Ye Mingjie asked Lin Vivian once again.

Upon witnessing this bizarrely shifting fan technique, the Twin Dragons elevated their appraisal of Zhang Liang even further. This Affectionate Young Noble was truly a formidable figure.

Furthermore, had an SSS-rank esper actually been drawn out today? And he had even successfully broken through beyond the SSS-rank?

The uncle and his two nephews exchanged glances, simultaneously wearing disappointed expressions as they silently sat back down without another word.

As an assassin operating along the paths of martial arts and shadow mastery, Sona felt that the Evil Cave had undergone some inexplicable transformation!

"Military dogs...?" Lixia gazed at the military dogs and mafioso rushing out from the intersection. "I didn't expect them to deploy military dogs even inside."

① Forensic medicine deals with theory. After death, tissues lose their vital functions and decompose under the action of enzymes released by the cells themselves, causing the tissues to soften; this phenomenon is known as autolysis, which is related to various hydrolytic enzymes within the cellular lysosomes.

The seven of them casually tidied up whatever seating was available around them, sat down, and chatted together. The heavy rain outside the window continued to fall unabated, and amidst their conversation, the seven of them drifted off to sleep to the sound of the rain.

Having "figured everything out," Iron Mask raised his head blankly to look at Li Zhishi, the fatty, and the shadow beside him. The expression on his face could truly be described as ashen—there was simply no more fitting word for it.

What I didn't expect was that you actually created a miracle. Back then, I confirmed that your spirit seed was dead. What happened afterwards? What kind of fortuitous encounter did you obtain? To be honest, it's quite fascinating.

Although Chen Meilan was unable to move, the shop assistant was not idle and embarrassedly blocked her path.

Yet she had forgotten: in a sesame-sized place like Philadelphia, was there anywhere I couldn't find? What I'm most curious about right now is whether her departure was meant to avoid me?

Xing Zeyu's observational skills exceeded their expectations. Their wallets had been left on the bed in that room—the very room where Mo used to live.

Ye Huaijing glanced at Chen Meilan, swallowed hard, and without speaking, walked straight out of the room. Chu Huiyuan followed right behind him.

Amidst Vermilion's bewildered expression, Xiao expressed his intention to let him venture out on his own, adding that for the next period of time, he would enter a state of deep sleep directly in order to consolidate his ethereal form.

Liu Yiming and Selvech took a step back each, revealing Quake, who had been sitting behind them, to Xihe's view.

The death scythe in Xinglu's hand vanished simultaneously as she offered her apology. Lizi, however, showed no signs of blaming Xinglu at this moment; she merely lowered her upper body and continued to stroke Xinglu's head.

Members of the same sect cannot challenge one another, which meant cheating was out of the question. Thus, they could only gain as much strength as possible within this half-day.

Right across at the opposite table, a morbidly obese middle-aged man who looked like a mountain of flesh had been happily holding a large chunk of roasted tuna in both hands. Suddenly, his expression stalled, and immediately afterward, he kicked his legs, rolled his eyes, and breathed his last. Meanwhile, the tofu on Li Muye's plate seemed to have increased by just a tiny bit.

Irene immediately shared this thought with everyone, and they all indicated that they had noticed this detail as well. Particularly Shen Liang—as the young master of the Shen family and currently serving as its head, he understood the family's situation better than anyone else. How could he possibly have failed to notice this strange change?

How perilous! If not for my bodily abilities, I might have met a miserable end today inside the iron box meticulously crafted by the master.

Clearly, Zheng Huiying had not expected Lin Ran to be so impatient. He directly narrowed his eyes, a glint of hesitation surfacing within his gaze.

And the more one fears something, the more easily it tends to happen. At that moment, Leixiu also sensed the movement of the ghosts. Unbeknownst to them, a massive tide of ghosts had emerged all around them, countless spirits continuously drawing closer.