Chapter 51 Early Measurement

Early the next morning, as soon as the demolition office personnel entered the village, villagers began gathering around the village committee office, either intentionally or unintentionally.

However, the events that followed left the villagers somewhat baffled.

Led by village officials, the three directors of the demolition office and the surveying staff actually headed straight to An Songyu's house together.

Upon receiving the news, An Songyu and her uncle quickly dropped their bowls and chopsticks and hurried back.

At this moment, the group from the demolition office was already in the courtyard of An Songyu's home.

Watching Fatty Huang pace back and forth in anxiety, the security guard felt a creeping unease. For this Mr. Jiang to drive Brother Dong into such a panic, he must surely be an important figure.

The largest piece of jade was only about seven or eight centimeters across with a rather irregular shape, making it impossible to carve even a single bangle.

The members of the Jiang family all knitted their brows. Initially, they had considered this a windfall dropped by the heavens for them to pick up.

Because he had just been performing acupuncture for Muxue, which required an extremely high level of mental concentration, Jiang Tian hadn't paid any attention to the breathtaking scenery before him.

Mu Qingqing feigned an intention to help Yanyu up, but suddenly applied force in her hands and gave Yanyu a fierce shove. Losing her balance, Yanyu fell backward.

Gu Yanzhao finally let out a low call. The two brief words seemed to have been uttered with the utmost difficulty.

Zhao Zixian could not believe his ears. With the old man's strength, how could the boss of the Dark Culinary Syndicate easily annihilate him? That would require such terrifying power. Furthermore, the old man looked nearly a hundred years old; heaven only knows how ancient the boss of the Dark Culinary Syndicate must be.

Qiao Qing was avoiding him, and he knew it. Ever since their last argument, her attitude had grown increasingly cold, and she was getting closer and closer to Li Chen, leaving him feeling more and more insecure.

Suyi hurriedly got up as Hongli walked in. Seeing him, Suyi moved to curtsy, but Hongli stopped her. Qiuruo and Yunrou wisely withdrew upon seeing this.

Legend has it that the giant race were the original creators of the world and the most ancient lineage in Norse mythology. All the gods flowed with the blood of giants, yet the giants remained their eternal enemies.

Da Vinci chimed in, seemingly attempting a spot of humor to lighten the mood. However, he did not realize that Xiaozao was in no state to be provoked right now. Almost the moment he finished speaking, Xiaozao flew into a rage.

This power of light was so overwhelming that countless shadow creatures perished in an instant. Sensing the wrath of the Shadow Plane, the God of Morning Light was forced to temper his strength, allowing only the radiance to shroud Shar's divine realm.

Deep within Wushing's heart lay an untouchable sanctuary. If she were no longer around, what would become of Feng Wushing? Perhaps he would be consumed by despair and lose all will to live.

Facing Li Wan's teasing, Lin Feng couldn't help rolling his eyes. Li Wan had started flirting with him the moment she woke up; clearly, the gentle and adorable Li Wan from last night was a rare sight indeed.

"Someone, fetch a horse." Fernando swept his gaze over the crowd, clearly intending to lead the charge himself.

His jaws trembled with agitation, and the reason for his excitement was simple: in the simulations conducted by Zhang Hancheng and other naval officers, the armored forces were deployed far too close to the enemy's defensive lines, which would inevitably inflict heavy losses on their own troops.

This sacred magic, built upon the foundation of the power of faith, possessed supreme healing properties, though its damage to dark creatures was not as extreme as that of holy-attribute magic.

During this period, various nations maintained a low profile, with not the slightest friction among the five countries. Perhaps this was the calm before the storm?

Yet he did not let go. With one hand gathering his fox-fur cloak and the other firmly holding my shoulder, he cast a half-smiling, sidelong glance at me without a word.

Huo Chenggong was startled, then swept by wild joy. Although being here was essentially equivalent to being in prison, it was still far better than being beaten by his commanding officer. He hurriedly retreated a few steps back to the lower deck, looking sideways at Zhang Zizhong, who had struggled to his feet and lunged forward to grip the bars in a rage to hit him.