141 Preparing to reveal true identity

Their worldview was completely overturned. Lu Wang and Greed had completely pushed the matter of the Hope Coin out of their minds. To be able to see the Hope Coin at any time—what concept was that even?

Clearly, just as Lu Wang had guessed, she was also aware of the special nature of this mission. She knew that as long as Lu Wang returned successfully, he would undoubtedly reap great rewards.

She hadn’t yet taken the clothes out of the suitcase. Taking advantage of the free time, she pulled the clothes out and hung them in the wardrobe.

Chu Guan raised one hand in front of her face, using the faint light filtering through her fingers to judge the other’s position.

“Xinling, tell me about the army, weapons, and combat tactics in your era,” Mo Anlin asked curiously.

For some unknown reason, the entire ship exploded from the bottom, splitting into two sections. Splinters and the bodies of Japanese pirates flew everywhere.

Yu Kexin remained silent on the plane. Long Qianye knew she was troubled and said nothing, letting her be.

First was an older soldier from Liaodong, everyone called him Old Wu—a towering figure with rough skin and a scar on his cheek, a typical rugged man. He rarely spoke but gave off a solid and dependable aura.

Seeing this, Ling’er decided to act without hesitation, throwing the quilt aside and leaping up to wrap her arms around the man’s back.

“Xinling, you knew?” Mo Anlin frowned. He had intended to handle things quietly to avoid worrying Gu Xinling, but she had come anyway.

The Han family’s doctor had already examined her. The wounds on her back had been cleaned, disinfected, and medicated. He said it was only a superficial injury that required no special treatment, as long as it didn’t become infected. The doctor’s words eased Lian Shuo’s anxious heart somewhat.

Jiang Yining was preparing for her original single. Shen Yize didn’t want to trouble her further since she was a songwriter and couldn’t always sing others’ songs.

In the night sky, a shooting star drifted down from the city wall of Dingyuan, casting a brief but brilliant light.

This time, as the car stopped, before the bodyguards could form a protective line, Gu Xiankun opened the door and stepped out on his own.

At the east end of the village, there was a household with the surname Yu. Old Yu had three sons and a daughter, his wife having died early. He had raised all four children by himself through his work as a basket weaver.

“This card is yours; you explain it later,” Li Mu said before slipping away. He didn’t want to be questioned. After Chu Yun returned, he had told Li Mu about that painful experience. Since Li Mu only sold cards, unless a card was banned, no one could pin anything on him.

Han Ziye pulled her gently inside and closed the door quietly. As it shut slowly, Han Lianyi’s breathing became tight.

The most dangerous task was entering someone else’s camp, taking over their troops, and winning over the grassroots officers.

“I didn’t say anything! That was the young master’s words!” Gu Ling’er feigned anger and deliberately put on a look of detached innocence.

At that moment, Bo Jingsi had already opened the blueprints. Seeing the dimensions marked, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, but it was dark and sinister.

The girl, not yet ten years old, glanced at Su Hua’s retreating figure indifferently, then lowered her head to look at the pill in her palm.

Hearing this, Feng Xi’s heart felt uneasy, her brows furrowing slightly. She said nothing but stared at Luo Junsheng.

Tang San’s eyes snapped open. His Purple Extreme Demon Eye flared to its fullest, filling the entire hall with dazzling purple light.

However… such items were not suitable for widespread circulation. Another day, he could find some beauty pharmacies to give to Xiao Qianqian. That seemed more feasible.

In the entire villa, few wore smiles, and Zhang Dafu was among them.

Behind every question lay a deep trap. Participating in this show had clearly been arranged long ago by someone behind the scenes.

This lifetime, thanks to He Huanyu’s involvement, the nearly five years it took to open a supermarket and establish a company were compressed into just three months.

Lu Ming was overjoyed and immediately took full advantage, placing his Spirit Gathering Tower on this grassland. The continuous extraction of spiritual energy saturated the air.

Because of Ling’er’s presence, the originally irritable Hong Peng became calm. Now, in his heart, he only wished to accompany Ling’er simply and steadily, walking together to the ends of the earth.

“Are you sure? This isn’t a joke,” Jiang Yan said, still unable to believe it. Could a resident doctor really reach such a level?

Chang Hao had just returned to the main hall with his trusted men when Chu Xue came rushing over, her cheeks flushed, clearly with urgent news.

Seeing Li Qingshui asleep soundly on the table, Ye Tian helped him to bed, straightened his posture, covered him with a blanket, and watched him for a long moment before leaving.

Of course, all this was just Wang Zhiyi’s speculation. Everything would have to wait until Yuyin was found.

However, in terms of combat ability alone, He Zhongbao was not strong. But he was skilled in demon arts, and from what Liang Quan had seen, He Zhongbao specialized in summoning dark clouds, though his level of mastery was unknown.

Next to him, Cai Peishi cooperated by continuously refilling his cup until the entire bottle was finished.

The cracked yellow earth beneath his feet was exaggeratedly fissured. The village rooftops resembled those of Wanqiu City on the border, all covered in dust. When a cold wind blew, Xu An’s first reaction was not to tighten his clothes as before but to raise his arm to shield his eyes.

Zhang Cheng was speechless upon hearing this, muttering curses as he ran off. Every meeting was the same phrase. Didn’t this delay his studies?

As for what stories would unfold after dinner, Cai Peishi had specially sent two hidden cultivators to quietly gather information.

Bu Feifan, a demon fox, could speak frankly and joke with Hong Ji, then introduce her to others, clearly aware of their special relationship.

On the return flight, Fang Jidong tightly held her hand, staring intently at her, not daring to close his eyes for fear she might disappear in a blink.

Qin Wenyu said: “There’s a long road ahead, Wenge. We will try each method, to find the punishment you fear most.”

“Look at my mouth, I can’t even speak properly. What I meant was, I’m just worried you’re not getting enough nutrition, and Dr. Zhao will be too distracted to treat others,” she smiled, though the smile seemed a bit stiff.

Three thousand strands of white hair pulled Qin Wenge like a puppet, making him spin around Qin Wenyu as if dancing a tango—bewitching and seductive.