42 "You may kiss me."
At the old family estate, Father Gu was still leafing through a dictionary. He was agonizing over choosing names; he would first find characters with auspicious meanings, combine them, ensure they sounded pleasant to the ear, and then, once settled, consult with an educated person to double-check. It had taken him over half a year to name his own sons. Mother Gu sat beside him, her eyes aching from the dense thicket of characters on the page. "The eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law think that since you're already choosing names for the four little ones, you might as well name Laimei and the others at the same time."
Wu Peng fell silent; Lin Yuan’s words struck a chord, leaving him with no room to refute them. Although top-tier psychics like Professor Emma and Professor Charles possessed immense mental resistance and endurance, the brainwave scanner would come into contact with the mental worlds of millions, perhaps even billions, of humans. Given that the man could dismember a person with his bare hands, his own aging bones were certainly no match for such an opponent.
Once the clan leader had finished transmitting the cultivation technique, he withdrew from the ranks. As more and more people stepped back, moving from the rear to the front, the sphere of energy grew larger and larger. As for the aviation sector that followed, it was manageable; they could make money by selling large aircraft and various other planes, balancing gains and losses. But the subsequent field of alien exploration was nothing but a bottomless pit.
Shen Cancan gripped her test paper tightly, her feet shifting slightly as if she still wanted to say something. Our plan is to use nuclear elements like pure Uranium-235 or Plutonium-239 to create a weapon based on the principle of heavy-nucleus fission chain reactions—in other words, an atomic bomb. Inside, there was a sloped runway leading directly from outside the city walls to the top; this strategic weapon was known as a siege vehicle. Zhang Yuan scanned the live chat, noticing that many viewers had developed new concerns; one wave had barely settled before another began.
Children who wander the streets learn to toughen their hearts and act with a brazen, devil-may-care attitude; without it, they would find it hard to survive. Song Wanqiu clenched her fists, but seconds later, she relaxed them, wrapped her arms around Li He’s neck, and embraced him with a smile. However, this virulent poison energy was truly formidable, and Na Tie estimated that it caused the most severe damage to the physical body. Since cultivators of the soul essentially lacked physical bodies, their defense against such toxic energy was abysmal.
His sweater hung on her like a dress, loose and baggy, creating a look that felt both covered yet strangely more alluring. Although his voice was faint, it carried an inherent, potent pressure, as if it could shatter the heavens or tear the world asunder at any moment. Ye Qi touched his lips in a daze; this immense happiness had descended so suddenly that he wasn't quite used to it yet.
Ever since the day Song Wanqiu helped Shen Yan prove her innocence using the surveillance footage in the office, Lin Zhiyi had known it was merely a ruse by the two of them. He feared that as a young emperor, he would lose all credibility; not only would his decrees fail to leave the Meridian Gate, but his loyalists would also face brutal suppression. Their luck was truly excellent; the room was filled with enough supplies to last them three or four days. Jiang Lan, however, remained calm, staring fixedly into Mao Yinglong’s eyes until the boy across from her couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
After traveling another dozen meters upon reaching the ground, the two arrived at the very front of the massive white snake. Ye Fan-tian was truly astonished, for while the serpent looked lifelike on the outside, its interior was constructed from a strange, solid stone. "Father, last night... Mu Yan came." Nangong Yu'er nodded slightly, then paused. The words hovered on the tip of her tongue, yet she didn't know how to voice them. She bit her red lip gently and spoke in a soft voice.
The sword rain vanished, and the seven men retracted their shields. Seeing Zhishui struck and vomiting blood, rendered unable to resist, they flew together toward the Fallen Immortal Peak where the man resided. "My surname is Yan!" Yan Mubai roared in anger, only to suddenly feel lightheaded. He hurried forward two steps, leaned against the stone wall, and crouched down.