Volume 1, Chapter 30: A Once-in-a-Century Occurrence

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It was a pity that Pei Min knew history. Although he could not recall the exact dates, he was certain that within this very year, Princess Taiping’s faction would be wiped out by the Xiantian Coup launched by Li Longji, and the Great Tang would thereafter step into a dreamlike, glorious chapter of prosperity.

"Yang, that is the No. 3 mine we are heading to. The Sanctuary of the Weeping Ghost lies beneath the ground of that mine," Anzhetuowa said to me.

The computer hacking competition was a contest among computer technicians, held on the top floor of a gymnasium, which housed a large computer lab containing thousands of high-end machines.

"So, all things considered, do you think I am deliberately trying to make things difficult for His Highness?" Pang Tong was being stubborn.

Nolan nodded vigorously, scrambled to his feet, and followed him into the shadows to the side.

"Yo, long time no see." Kakashi spoke in his characteristically lazy tone, yet there was an undercurrent of gravity in his voice.

The evening breeze was gentle. Winter nights were exceptionally still, and a few sprigs of cold plum blossoms reached over the wall, possessing a unique charm.

Pei Min was surprised. Ever since that day, this girl had been avoiding him; why was she coming to him now?

The old lady was sitting in the recliner Ning Siqi usually occupied, leaning back listlessly. Ning Jie was beside her, holding a cup of ginseng tea, but upon hearing Mi Chuyan’s voice, the old lady straightened up.

Just as the message was sent, a shop assistant ran over and whispered something to Lisa, looking troubled as if something urgent had happened.

The first encounter had been very unpleasant; even when the man in the Audi arrived later, he had not been this serious or annoyed.

Mi Chuyan suddenly did not know what to say. She could not force her will upon the couple’s choices; after all, Ning Chengsen was their top priority.

Lila surely did not understand. He assumed I was paying off some debt to absolve myself of trouble, and that the World Charity Organization and the International Court had let me off the hook.

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Su Jiyue stayed at the post house until the afternoon. Just as she was waiting for Lisa’s group to return for dinner, there was a commotion at the entrance. She vaguely heard voices, and they sounded quite familiar.

The Nine Heavens and Ten Lands consisted of nineteen worlds—the ten lands below and the nine heavens above. It was said that the Creator resided in the ninth heaven, and they were destined for the fifth.

As I spoke, I embraced Bai Muchen, pushed off with my right foot, and with a whoosh, we landed on a large tree branch.

There were six days left until the wedding, three days until the Ning family’s ancestral rites, and only two days until Ning Chengsen’s return.

As if it were a daily routine, Reimu and Marisa’s range of activity was essentially the Hakurei Shrine, Kourindou, and the Mid-Tower. They usually played childish, speechless games at the shrine, bullied Rinnosuke at Kourindou, and ate snacks at the Mid-Tower.

Death! This was not a tactic that should be considered first in political struggle; it was always a method of last resort adopted only in extreme desperation.

Card counting. That is, tracking the opponent’s strategy. Whether this hand was for bamboo suits or character suits, you had to figure it out within the first few tiles they discarded. Once you understood the patterns of the other three players, you could successfully avoid their momentum, playing different types of tiles to prevent mutual elimination.

"Captain, two 'Flying Fortress' bomber formations from Zhoushan Airport have taken off and are currently flying toward this location," a communications officer reported.

Snow was about to fall, and the weather would turn bitingly cold. In temperatures ten degrees below zero, anyone left outdoors would freeze to death. The Western Xia people could not possibly send reinforcements at this time.

The spacious hall, which should have been bustling, had lost nearly half of its players. It seemed the first round of the qualifiers had ended, and the losers had been transported to the surface.

That’s right—Saori was just that kind of person: weird both in appearance and in essence.

Because the other top-tier entities of the God-Pursuit Legion were either indifferent or lacked emotional sensitivity, they felt nothing or very little in the face of failure and frustration, having long been accustomed to taking it in stride.

This questioning was not superfluous. All of Japan’s satellites had been shot down. This was an open secret to the world. Although no one openly accused the country in question, everyone in the circle knew clearly that only one nation had the capability and the audacity to do so.

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Long Jingteng had not left the hospital at this time; he had simply gone to the rooftop to get some air.

As for the Black Dragon servants, the Dragon Saliva Grass, and the vast amounts of gold and jewelry, they paled in comparison to the previous two gains. However, in the eyes of others, they were definitely enough to incite envy.

She thought of what Long Jingteng had said yesterday: even if it were serious, one could not go to the hospital, so calling an ambulance was definitely out of the question.

Although she knew Jerry’s intentions, Mu Siyan had always kept him at a distance, treating him only as a friend.

Wan Minghao grew increasingly anxious as he thought of this, yet he managed to maintain his composure on the surface, trying his best to keep the conversation going with Han Yaru. Although she was a bit distracted, the atmosphere was successfully enlivened in the end.

As soon as he left, Mu Siyan opened the news on her phone. Despite her trepidation, she clicked on it.

To better torment Jiang Huai and enjoy every scene of her suffering, Luo Zheshan had someone move a chair to the stone steps in front of the palace gate, along with a brazier for warmth.

The Yin-Yang Tiger walked slowly toward Lin Tao and his group with majestic pride, its tiger eyes fixed firmly upon them, much like a cat playing with a mouse.

In Aidi’s mind, a question arose: if the undead were transmitted from the Undead Planet, then what of his own transmigration?