Volume One, Chapter 43: What Kind of Fortune Teller Is She!

The commotion did not last long before two men with foul mouths were taken away; both were experts invited by Xie Huajian, and one of them was Li Youde.

“Awei, share the intelligence you’ve gathered with everyone. Once you’re done, I’ll be heading into Dorette City,” Fide said, gathering all the captains in his tent.

His warm breath stirred the loose strands by Xiao Yuyin’s ear, making them flutter and tickle unbearably. Suddenly, with a thud, Xiao Yuyin’s head jerked backward, crashing heavily into Nalan Heng’s perfect jaw. Caught off guard, Nalan Heng released her in pain.

Earlier thoughts seemed to dissipate like smoke, leaving An Ruo with only one question in mind: Had Lu Ling come back to his own bed? Was this his way of expressing longing?

A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of plum blossoms. Xiao Yuyin realized that the person following her was not Nalan Heng. Nalan Heng always bore a subtle scent of green bamboo, a fragrance she liked.

Old Coach Redknapp had always demanded high standards from his players, especially in training, where he was even stricter. He believed every player had to complete their training to maintain form. In his own team, Redknapp would have loudly reprimanded any slacking player, and might even have punished those who weren’t diligent.

“I can’t hear you,” Luo Qinghan said, using her thigh as a pillow and even snuggling in for a more comfortable position.

“Thank you,” Shen Yang replied politely, though he was puzzled by Bloomberg’s intentions. He had expected an academic discussion, but instead was met with praise. The man before him seemed more politician than medical researcher.

Yet such a gift made it all the more conspicuous in the sea, leaving behind a clear trail.

But he knew one thing for certain: while other gods might truly be sealed, the Lord of Dawn could still communicate with his followers, even if he could no longer descend in power or bestow blessings.

After developing the navy, the main opponent would be America. Now that Roosevelt was dead, the United States would inevitably stray from its path of development. Perhaps the Third Reich could seize this fleeting chance to catch up, even surpass the American navy.

Xia Yongning frowned slightly. “Have you stopped considering Chen Feng?” She seemed to remember Xia still intended to reconcile last time—how had things changed so quickly in just a few days?

Especially these 1,300 soldiers, who had to be chosen from at least 20,000 candidates. This was a true test of the judges’ stamina and discernment. No wonder Jun Shuang never considered joining the evaluation panel.

When Malone and Princess Vivienne met in the middle of the bridge, they both paused and looked each other in the eye.

“Let me tell you, there are plenty of powerful people on earth. Don’t think you’re anything special. No one is irreplaceable, so you have no right to be arrogant with that stupid expression,” Lady Feng said to her guest without so much as a change in her expression.

The X-4 air-to-air missiles mounted on the aircraft shot out the moment they entered range. With the taste of trampling and collision, they became spears of slaughter in the sky, breaking through all obstacles and relentlessly targeting the Soviet fighters.

“Let me go! Are you insane? I am Death! If you lay a hand on me... I’ll... I’ll...” In a desperate struggle, Bing’er tried to use threats to snap the man before her back to his senses, hoping to preserve her chastity.

At this moment, all the worms in Yin Sheng’s body had been forced out. His arms were wrapped in vinegar-soaked gauze, and apart from the pain at his wounds, he felt no discomfort.

Behind that bungalow stood rows of wooden huts, none more than two stories high—these were the indigenous villages of the island.

Yin Sheng, upon hearing this, reached for the soft sword at his waist, focusing his attention on the source of the faint noise.

This weapon had become standard issue for the imperial guard’s garrison troops; now, everyone knew its value.

Su Xiao had just advanced to the sixth tier, and facing so many other sixth-tier violators at once, his chances of victory were slim. With the enemy’s intelligence now in his hands, he decided to retreat and leave his foes a surprise.

In the face of immortality’s temptation, even an ordinary person would feel the urge to dethrone an emperor; for rulers, this was nothing but bad news.

Yet all eyes were not focused here, but on a figure suspended in midair, leaving the crowd agitated and unable to calm themselves.

Cai Que and the Grand Empress Dowager had already passed away. Who was behind the plot to change the heir? The whole affair was shrouded in mystery, and Lu Dafang’s words alone were hardly enough to serve as evidence.

In short, these rumors had a grave consequence—the “Wealth-Bringing Child,” once known for good fortune, now had a reputation for menace, even malice.

Once inside, Long Xia was stunned; fine, drifting threads wove through the misty air.

“Senior Sister, I guessed you’d be surprised, but I didn’t expect you to be this enthusiastic—hotter than a hotpot!” Wu Huateng said with a smile after Bai Hanrui released him.

After all, although grandmasters had taken action many times, their deeds were seldom broadcast live.

Lin Qiaoqiao was dumbfounded. The Zhao Tiezhu who had been tongue-tied just moments before had suddenly become so fierce and forceful. She was left bewildered.

Qingluan’s gaze was icy cold. Without any theatrics, a thunderous boom erupted several feet around her. The severed limb froze in midair, then was crushed to powder by an invisible force. Splinters of bone and blood rained down like a sudden storm.

Inside the hatching facility, all was silent. The wind occasionally battered the tents. In tent number nine, a light was on, and two shadows were cast upon the plastic sheeting.

A vague thought flickered through Dongling Huang’s mind, and she suddenly realized why her father had been so determined to attack Nanli, even plotting to eliminate Murong Qi in Death Valley. Could it be that all those strategies and maneuvers were based on this Mr. Feng’s advice?