Chapter 43: Since When Does the Emergency Department Need This Level of Operating Room

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In Zhang Jing's impression, pillboxes primarily provided firepower suppression, which was usually handled by heavy machine guns. Finding a sniper rifle inside a pillbox was already strange enough, but the crucial question was: how did Jiang Liuliu know how to use it?

The remaining two hundred or so people all lived within the Ghost King Palace. Aside from cultivation, their daily routine consisted of carrying out duties to guard the palace.

Uncle Fool's performance continued. In the video, a large black dog appeared—presumably belonging to the same family as the ducks—and began a standoff with the big yellow dog. The two dogs growled at each other, emitting low rumbles from their throats. As for Uncle Fool, without a trace of panic and in an orderly fashion, he imitated the fight between the two dogs, sending the audience into fits of laughter.

After such a long period of contact, Wang Jing had truly come to regard the Archangel as his brother in his heart. If he didn't chat with him for even a single day, he would feel a genuine sense of emptiness.

The items my master and I brought when we entered the forest were very limited, making it practically impossible to perform a ritual for the departed here. Therefore, master and I hastily shoveled the earth back onto the grave and tamped it down firmly. Before leaving, master scattered a generous amount of rice around the perimeter of the grave—rice being one of the essential items master used for many Taoist rituals.

"Now that the special energy has moved here, it's actually easier to locate than when it was in the arena," Jiang Liuliu thought to himself.

At that moment, he heard shouts erupting from the other side of the mountain and spotted a few ordinary survivors standing atop tree trunks, gazing out in this direction.

However, that was merely a legend; reaching such a realm was exceedingly difficult. From ancient times to the present day, no gods or demons had ever attained that kind of invincible detachment. Yet, the Dao of Sentiment was precisely the foundational practice for achieving the state of ultimate detachment.

"Alright, alright, I—I'll go right away!" Manager Lin, amidst his shock, couldn't care less about anything else. He immediately beckoned two of his subordinates and scurried eagerly out of the meeting room.

I helped him put on his tie—a deep blue and white patterned one, fashionable and youthful. I loved this look on him; with his broad shoulders, deep chest, and magnificent physique, he looked even taller, straighter, and more handsome in a suit.

As for the corner of this stone chamber, there was also a stone-carved map detailing the topography of the entire ancient tomb.

Along with some adorable children's clothing and autumn wear that was just coming into season, Mu Chun hadn't made her instructions entirely clear when sourcing the goods, but Uncle An had practically bought everything that could possibly sell well in the market.

Netherizen 3: Hard to say, this might just be a total act. The drinks, the thoughtful gestures—they're all fake.

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Li Yuanming woke up very late the next day. After all, if he remembered correctly, the previous night he had eliminated around thirty bastards from Spokshaw.

Of course, they could simply kidnap Qi Xiao and Ye Chuning, lock them up, and force them to procreate.

Lin Zhengxiao said nothing more. Harboring deep resentment toward Lin Fugui, he retreated to his room early to rest.

Although such talents were rare—with hardly a few to be found across the entire expanse of China—those few were strictly monitored by the state.

The Great Void returned to its peak era, interstellar peace was achieved, and all factions shook hands in reconciliation.

Philson, who came from Wilder, coupled with the War God battleship, could clearly have obliterated Uruis's men with ease.

Hearing the words spoken by the members of the Starry Sea team, Li Yuanming felt a faint sense of unease: would treating the Derek people like this truly be far too cruel?

The grand competition was held once every five years. Now that four years had passed, naturally only one more year remained until the next round of the Martial Palace grand competition.

The lagging situation was clearly unacceptable to every player wearing the Chinese national team jersey. In the closing moments of the first half, led by Tsubasa, they launched a frantic counterattack, mounting wave after wave of fierce assaults around the Iranian team's goal.

Once one reached a certain realm, recognizing people no longer depended on their physical appearance—unless one possessed a special "sight" capable of piercing through illusions to see the true essence.

Tsubasa sprinted at high speed toward Owen Perez, his pace unslackening, and poked the ball with his foot, sending it shooting rapidly past Perez. At the same time, his figure chased relentlessly after the ball, sweeping past Perez like a gust of wind.

Yunu was quite sensible. Feeling that she ought not to listen any further, she immediately lowered her head and withdrew, quietly pulling the door shut behind her.

Lin Kuang failed to extract much information from Urk's memory. Clearly, this demon cultivator had merely come to seize the Prison-Suppressing Chains, yet knew very little about such an artifact. He had been dealt with by Lin Kuang before he even caught a glimpse of the chains, making his end utterly miserable.

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Hearing this, Ning Zimo abruptly raised her head to look at him. Meeting his deeply enigmatic gaze, alarm bells rang loudly in her heart.

Ye Zixian and Wang Ruoxi gazed blankly at his retreating figure, neither of them having any idea what scheme he was plotting in his mind.

Depressed, Li Cha made his way to the school lakeside—the very spot where he had cultivated the previous night—and vented his frustrations to the water. After letting off some steam, he began his cultivation session.

"Yuanqian, I heard that you're the top student at your school. But I'm really curious, how is it that someone like you, who spends all day playing games, manages to secure first place?"

As night fell, Du Rong'er began rubbing the rope binding her against the city wall. The process was grueling, especially since she was suspended mid-air.

"Yuqi! What happened to you?" Chen Jifan recognized the young boy as well, and upon catching sight of him, she hurried over.

The second and third brothers received their orders and immediately set off toward the municipal committee compound. Along the way, they chatted and laughed, dressed in dazzling attire, possessing handsome features and fine temperaments. They looked precisely like the young masters of high-ranking officials from within the municipal committee compound.

Wang Yuehe glanced at Lulu, and then looked toward Wang Chao, who was still seated on the sofa. At that moment, Wang Chao stood up. Both Wang Chao and Lulu noticed that upon seeing Wang Chao, Wang Yuehe's body trembled violently, as if she were unsteady on her feet.

Since neither Wang Xiangyuan nor Qin Ailian had much in the way of savings, they had no romantic honeymoon to speak of; their so-called honeymoon could only be spent at Qin Ailian's family home.

"You're so miserable!" Although Third Master Yuan had no way to return, she had no desire to be used as a threat either—living with the constant threat to one's life at any moment was simply too terrifying.

Zeng Qinqin practically dialed the external telephone of the headquarters operations department until the line was jammed, but the reply she consistently received was: Wang Xiangyuan is not here.

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