Chapter 70: Pottery Making

Shi Nianqing shook her head. "I am not hurt, but I thought I saw bears roaming around over there. We still need to set up some simple defenses around our shelter to protect against such large predators."

"In a few days, we'll go into the forest and look for those thorn-covered plants, chop them down, and place them all around the flat areas near us."

When Su Muge and Wu Xuan heard that there were bears prowling nearby, though they did not yet know what such a creature looked like...

He just had trouble wrapping his mind around it for a moment, but now, after hearing Jiang Fei's words, he had figured it out.

"Second Sister is not feeling well and is resting at home. We just came from her place. Third Sister is with Brother Feng," Lin Daiyu explained.

After failing fifty consecutive times due to insufficient permissions, Qiao Lin cursed "Damn it" a few times under his breath before finally feeling a bit better.

Without experiencing this trial, no one could truly comprehend Chu Feng's agony. The three elders looked on, all unable to keep from nodding inwardly. This boy was truly a dragon among men, and his future prospects were boundless.

In space and within the atmosphere, Rebel pilots flying older-generation Hornet fighters were trading blows evenly with the IMC's latest Phantom fighters, providing cover for the Rebel Pilots and Titans on the ground.

Lu Mingfei was astonished. Through three years of middle school and three years of high school, he had practically watched Shilan High School transform step by step into an elite private academy. He had seen this gymnasium built from the ground up, and the academy administration certainly wouldn't have dug such a massive pit beneath the gymnasium for no reason.

Leaning against the railing, they shrieked while waving silk scarves and handkerchiefs, shouting brazen and seductive obscenities. The bolder ones began tossing embroidered balls, and a few even threw down their traditional bodice. The fervent scene was just like the time Jia Yu placed third in the imperial examinations and was granted the honor of riding a horse through the streets.

Personal maids served numerous functions. Standing in for their mistresses to bear punishment when inconvenient, and serving the male master, were among the duties they were expected to fulfill.

This suicidal style of fighting characteristic of the War of Resistance demonstrated the fearless bravery of the Red Army soldiers, yet it also exposed the Chinese Army's shortage of anti-tank firepower.

This sounded as though Uzumaki Kushina had kicked Namikaze Minato out of the house and left him to starve. To be fair, Kushina was entirely capable of doing something like that.

Before Yue Shiwei could finish speaking, he glanced through the courtyard window lattice and caught sight of a plain-robed figure downstairs. That man in plain white stood out jarringly amidst the sea of verdant green.

"Therefore, everything you did was known to Zhao Guoshen. What you thought was leverage is not feared by Ye Fei at all. Because this was all just your own delusion, your own self-righteous imagination," Mrs. Liu said coldly.

After a few days of such routine, before any reply arrived from Mount Koya or the Lord of Kyushu, Itomi Sayaka suddenly contacted Gen Kiyosumi.

For an international culinary competition of this scale to maintain any authority, how could it possibly exclude the Chinese division?

Right beneath Pain, a gigantic crater had formed, spanning at least five kilometers in diameter. Any shinobi caught inside would have been crushed into pulp.

Whether it was an outburst of acting skill or genuine terror, the giant Yuan Ge began to cry even before the Three-Tails.

After all, the two of them were now sharing the same quilt, so the slightest movement could be felt with absolute clarity.

The major factions across the realm moved to seize the supreme peerless sword simply because the sword had yet to find a master. Once the sword fell into the hands of one faction, the others likely would not press the matter too harshly, especially given that they were currently in the midst of the War to Seal Gods and Destroy Demons, and no one wished to deplete their own strength.

Hearing Soga's words, the mysterious figure faintly relaxed the right hand resting at his waist. Of course... he did not simply take Soga at his word; rather, neither Soga nor Nico emitted any fighting spirit or murderous intent. Furthermore... Soga's tone was sincere and candid, and that was the primary reason he lowered his guard.