Chapter 39: Secretary Tian Arrives in Time

In the First Canteen, only one person could address Su Qiao in such a manner.
Su Qiao had a premonition that trouble was brewing.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard Wang Dali shout, "Sister Xiao Qiao, what good stuff are you carrying?"
Su Qiao thought: It’s all over!!
There was a reason why this grown man, only a year younger than her, hadn’t even managed to get a job chopping vegetables in the canteen all these years.
In the driver’s cab, Secretary Tian, who was sitting next to Wang Dali, saw that Wang Dali was about to—

The head, visibly withered, soon resembled a shriveled ball before the zombie tossed it aside carelessly.
However, this Blood Daoist practiced evil arts, frequently consuming the lives and souls of ordinary people; he killed as easily as cutting grass, truly showing no mercy.
This came as quite a shock to Lin Tianxuan. Losing the ability to scout with his primordial spirit was like a sniper losing the telescopic sight on their rifle. He could no longer accurately locate his enemy’s movements, his techniques could not lock onto targets, and his combat efficiency dropped by at least a third.
Ten thousand meters up in the sky, Nie Qianlong, the current head of the Nie family of Fengyan Fortress, squeezed a messaging jade slip at his waist, issuing an order to the family elites stationed at Wuhui Ridge and nearly all the elite knights of the Fengyan Cavalry.

From afar, Xiao Nu observed an ancient ancestral hall standing amidst a sea of blooming flowers, realizing that this must be the site of the ancestral shrine.
Mi Dou looked toward the lower left; it was a massive wall of flesh and gore. Without the mother algae roots penetrating through, there was no way to follow the root system directly in that direction.
"Is this all it takes?" Lin Tianxuan asked with curiosity, watching as Zhu Xuan casually channeled spiritual energy into the nameplate and scribbled a few strokes before handing it back.
Countless peak Human Immortals who could not suppress their cultivation realms and were forced to breakthrough ended up as Loose Immortals. So-called Loose Immortals are effectively pseudo-True Immortals. Of course, there were also powerful Loose Immortals who held infinite rare cultivation resources and even broke through to the Golden Immortal realm, becoming pseudo-Golden Immortals; the Golden Immortal of the Black Fortress was one such example.
As the beast slept, seemingly due to inner unease, it would open its eyes from time to time to scan the sky above the sea of magma, its expression full of gloom while it emitted irritable, restless sounds.
At first, Chu Feng assumed the pool was no more than a meter deep, but upon diving in, he realized the depth far exceeded his imagination, with the deepest point reaching over a dozen meters.
Standing up to look around, he saw that there was no one else nearby, as the guests who had come to the Su family residence were distracted by the scenery of the courtyard.
Half of Su Guofu’s face burned with pain. Although Qin Yue looked frail and delicate, the slap she landed nearly knocked out his molars.
Chu Feng had been mistaken about one thing: the giant salamanders that usually lived in caves had long since lost the use of their eyes due to the year-round darkness, relying solely on sound to navigate.
Ye Chen retrieved his broken blade, attempting to channel all 18 points of his current internal energy into the body of the blade at once.

Even with numerous bodyguards by Puli’s side, his head could be severed from his neck at any moment; Song Wu’s strength was beyond doubt.
Later on, the Provincial First Hospital’s laboratory made several major breakthroughs, effectively becoming the golden trademark of the hospital.
Ji Nanfeng’s hand began to wander, sliding into Ruan Tang’s sweater, poking at her soft waist and delicate skin.
Bankruptcy requires debts to be settled in a specific order, but if there are no distributable assets, the bankruptcy proceedings can be terminated and the business deregistered; after deregistration, the remaining debts no longer need to be repaid.
Jian Zhan-yan secretly scolded himself. This wasn't the first time they had shared a bed, so why did he make himself so tense every single time?
Mo Bei’s face was deathly pale; it had not yet fully recovered from the ordeal in the No. 2 Forbidden Land.
Driven by him, the soldiers stumbled toward their combat positions; now their light weapons could finally be put to use.
Yet he had never taken it to heart until his engagement to Shen Tingyun, when he realized that the title "Husband" was different; for him, it was like a special honor.