Chapter 148: The Founding Ceremony, Immortals Come to Congratulate

After Lian Xiying returned to her seat, Yan Ye could not help lowering his head to check the extent to which his body was exposed.

Seeing some children go inside, the others ran in as well, watching as the restaurant filled up with children.

"Isn't it a wonderful arrangement for your mother to resume her original name as your name, and for your newly changed name to be your mother's?" Ou Chen said nonchalantly.

Yaqin, however, felt extremely aggrieved inside. The reason he came to look for Ah Sang was because he felt that Ah Sang used to treat him so well; even if she no longer loved him, she would surely still harbor a shred of lingering affection for him in her heart.

Yan Shi darted over in a flurry, a trace of complexity flashing through his peach-blossom eyes as he looked at the person lying on the ground.

It was clearly intentional—a deliberate trap set for him to jump into, and moreover, there was no intention of hiding it from him whatsoever.

But the Sun Wukong of this world bore no resemblance whatsoever to the Sun Wukong in Gu Qianqian's impression.

"Not just the class fund, the class monitor also receives a homeroom teacher's allowance because they temporarily fulfill the duties of a homeroom teacher." The grade director, whose ears were exceptionally sharp, caught their conversation and immediately chimed in to add.

Consequently, when he made his move, his strikes had become exceedingly sharp, yet his footwork and form were already in disarray—a cardinal taboo when dueling with a master.

Liu Bairen's body sprang straight up, his feet moving in rapid succession as he kicked continuously, stepping as lightly as a dragonfly skimming the water.

Park Joo-young also found this number five defender of the Chinese team to be annoyingly tenacious. His defensive style was entirely unique; wherever the forward moved, he moved. More importantly, he was able to maintain his center of gravity at all times, preventing Park Joo-young from creating any significant gaps in front of him no matter how he executed feints or changed directions.

The couple maintained a certain distance between themselves, and upon escaping back up to the mountain path, they collapsed onto the ground, utterly limp as if all the strength had been drained from their bodies.

"Won't you tell me why headquarters suddenly decided to take away those few items?" Cigar in mouth, Daikaku Nishikawa asked with distinct articulation.

They also finally understood where Boss Zuo and the others derived their confidence, daring to completely disregard them.

Tong Yan could be certain that the person before her was definitely not Zhi Qing'er; judging by her current state, she was very likely possessed by a demon.

Zhang Shanshi glanced at the characters written on the paper and nodded, saying, "Time for another procurement trip." He produced a seal and stamped it.

Ye Suiyun asked with puzzlement, "Why is this necessary?"

Huang Hua replied, "All gates of White Emperor City are under his jurisdiction. Entering and exiting require his official seal, otherwise one cannot leave."

Ye Suiyun was greatly surprised.

Fortunately, Kroos snatched the second ball, and Zhang Shushu once again called for it: "Toni!" Kroos flicked the outside of his boot, and the ball hopped to Zhang Shushu's feet.

Indeed, as the bodyguards had said, Ye凡 was the first man to ever enter the villa, excluding the president's elder relative Xu Fu and her father. Aside from them, not a single male biological creature had ever been able to step foot inside the villa.

The marching Gorkha warriors all wore expressionless faces and remained silent, yet Wang Zhiqing inexplicably felt a wave of chill washing over him.

Li Yang had never imagined that there could be such a mysterious organization in the country—or indeed, anywhere in this world—with biotechnology so advanced that they could actually manufacture biochemical killers.

As for the aftermath concerning the dead and injured, the various corporations had already handled everything properly; those requiring compensation were compensated, those needing burial were buried, and everything was settled.

Zhang Youwei had come into conflict with many people, all of whom had refrained from touching him solely because of his father. Once his father failed to win re-election, those individuals with whom he had crossed paths would undoubtedly come knocking on his door, at which point his situation would become extremely perilous.

Thus, upon receiving Wang Ze's promise, the people across all the commanderies of East Sea were thrilled. They flocked to the prefectural governor's office to sign up. Had it not been for the residents of Yizhou Commandery in the south feeling that the land of Wuji was far too frigid, they probably would have clamored to participate long before.

Compared to the infantry, the South Indian Navy felt far more than mere humiliation and anger. The enemy fleet that had harassed them yesterday had actually merely intended to lure a portion of their ships into a trap. Not only were more than thirty of the fifty pursuing warships lost, but even nearly a hundred reinforcements sent subsequently lost over a dozen vessels.

Of course, if Silla reached its absolute final critical juncture and King Jinpyong recklessly continued to expand the military regardless of consequences, he could indeed further increase Silla's current troop strength from one hundred and twenty thousand to over two hundred thousand men. However, Silla's domestic weapons manufacturing would simply fail to keep pace.

After all, human beings cannot possibly be true cold-hearted robots. Facing such a child, what parent would not love them down to their very bones?

"Dance of the Storm, Chaotic Wind Burial!" Giving the blood-bath guards no opportunity to free themselves from their bonds, Feng Chen withdrew all the wind that had formed the blades of slicing void. Rather than returning to nature, the wind escalated continuously with the rising wind pressure around him, ultimately swirling and converging into a vortex.

The carriage driven by Zhu Bofu was truly magnificent. The orange-red painted carriage body was adorned with red and purple traditional motifs, featuring many auspicious designs of dragons and phoenixes bringing prosperity. The window sections bore paintings of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the roof was covered with a dark purple woolen fabric, encircled by gold-threaded eight-treasures pearl-beaded tassels.

Less than half a year later, her father took a new wife, and soon after, gave birth to a son.

Inside the vast palace, Lu Jie slowly turned around, walked past Ying, and headed deep into the palace. Ying turned his gaze to watch his slender figure concealed within the wide brocade robes, sensing only an unshakeable, lingering aura of death shrouding his entire body.