Chapter 45: That Car Crash All Those Years Ago

Andrew had no idea whatsoever; he had no clue whom he should invite, and unfortunately, he could not invite Jeffrey to this ball.

With the advent of spacecraft, lunar humanity indeed rapidly commenced interstellar commercial trade. After all, pursuing economic efficiency in this manner would certainly yield better results. The moon possessed its own resources, yet it also required the resources of other planets for its development.

Killua reached out and poked a white bubble, which instantly burst, stirring up a gust of wind. Conversely, poking the red bubbles produced no reaction at all; they simply drifted until they hit a rocky hill and went 'pop', exploding directly.

Niu Dahao finally hardened his heart and established strict regulations, requiring all employees to abide by them.

However, when they sent envoys to invite Liu Dahao, he did not agree. Since Morocco had been willing to make massive concessions back then, they still needed to be shown some respect now. At the same time, Liu Dahao persuaded the emissaries to remain calm and patient, assuring them that results would surely manifest.

With no time to ponder too many future matters, "I'm leaving school early!" Tang Ning said to his good friends in front of him.

At least, for Zhou Yi and Zhou Xiaolu, drinking blood was not an unacceptable affair. Furthermore, their personalities contained the memories of the Demon race's Dark Dragon God and the Lord of the Abyss. Had their human personalities not suppressed their demonic aspects, perhaps they might no longer even be human.

For the sake of the championship, both sides had to deploy their full strength and engage in a fierce, genuine battle. The match was scheduled for January 25th.

Instead, his off-the-ball movement proved even more impossible to guard against for players of a Tercera División club.

Plunged within the spatial fissures, Zhou Xuan's physical body faintly radiated an immortal, brilliant starlight, completely suppressing and calming the tearing forces generated inside the spatial fissures.

Not seeing that familiar gaze, Wang Xi felt inexplicably lost, vaguely sensing that something was missing from Yun Yi, as if he was no longer the original Yun Yi.

Shengcang Village. In a bombed-out house on the west side of the Eighth Route Army's Supplementary Regiment's medical detachment courtyard, Fang Jixin, Ma Fucai, and Deng Junsheng sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a hushed and urgent consultation.

Nalan Qingrong grew nervous and, reacting instinctively, drew a short blade from her waist, gazing around with unmistakable panic evident on her face.

The spiritual stones slung over Liu Ling's shoulder chimed continuously with a metallic clatter in response to his movements.

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People were chattering animatedly, some in amazement, others in anger. On the high platform, the skill- truyền elder Dugu Ye furrowed his brow, while Helian Budu's master, Ye Bingfeng, remained unmoved, turning a blind eye as he sat coldly without the slightest expression.

Lin Ying's counter-question left Tianqing momentarily stumped. Tianqing tapped his head before earnestly giving Lin Ying a reply.

Left with no other choice, she resolved to visit Magma Peak first; perhaps it was not as "insurmountable" as the demi-humans claimed, and reaching it would surely reveal a way across. Thus, she flew on her sword past Jade Marrow Peak and arrived at Magma Peak.

Li Siyi probably realized she had been somewhat impulsive, yet she remained steadfast in her desire to go down and help, bypassing Ye Annei and walking out of the bedroom.

Fu Yan was angry—truly, deeply angry. At a time like this, Yanlong actually still had the heart to joke with her; he was utterly lacking in situational awareness. If something were to happen to Anqi, he would drag Yanlong down to the grave with him.

The sudden onslaught left Commander Ma and the final thousand officers and men of the Datong Left Guard panic-stricken. How on earth had an ambush materialized midway?

"What?" While Luo Xue was wondering why Shen Shilan would say that, the phone in her hand vibrated. Lowering her gaze, Luo Xue saw it was a text message sent by Yin Lin. It was extremely simple, consisting of just two words: Good night.

She knew there were quite a few secrets shrouding Ye Zhining, yet she had no intention of probing them. She simply felt that whatever could be told would be shared, and she minded neither when things remained unsaid.

"These fools picked a truly splendid time to arrive!" Wu Xu smiled helplessly, lowering his head to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "My little troublemaker, don't stir up trouble. Lift the curse and return early." With that, his figure flashed and vanished into the pitch-black night.

Inextricably sensing the gazes of numerous surrounding people lingering on Ye Zhining, Dongfang Mo slightly frowned, using his body to block many of those stares. Facing Dongfang Mo's action, Ye Zhining remained oblivious. Watching Nangong Yanyan draw closer, Ye Zhining and her companions finally entered Nangong Yanyan's field of vision.

Toward evening, the wind howling outside the boat canopy grew increasingly fierce. With neither setting sun nor glowing clouds, the river surface under the dusk gloom looked sullenly like a grey-black ribbon. Winter night was about to descend.

Langyue bit her lip to forcefully suppress her laughter, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably. It was not that she lacked compassion, but rather that An Ruobei's actions had come with such utter suddenness.

By her side was only him, and finally, it was him. This time, no one would ever be able to snatch her away from his sight and his side again.

"You needn't stand on ceremony, Nanny... I simply fulfilled my own duties." Her sudden concern made Meng Xilan feel somewhat uncomfortable.

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"I am aware of that. If such items truly exist, their selling price must be exorbitant. When will you bring them out for us to inspect?" Ning Fan probed cautiously.

By this stage, the combat methods of the Thunderous Valley grew increasingly fierce and even vicious—sometimes escalating to the use of blades amidst the brawl.

Driven by professional habit, beneath his dark sunglasses, Wolong's sharp eyes constantly observed the surrounding movements.

The corridor was very quiet; an occasional person stepped out of a classroom solely because they could no longer hold back the need to visit the restroom.

In reality, True Immortal Xuanling was over a thousand years old, and his cultivation had reached the peak of the Dao-Integration realm, leaving him merely a step away from entering the Tribulation-Crossing realm. He existed at the very apex of the Yun State martial artists' pyramid.

Particularly the lion head's mouth, which surprisingly unleashed a powerful sonic wave. Wherever it swept, the seawater continuously vibrated at a sonic frequency.

Mo Fanling squinted his eyes, feigning a feeble and breathless appearance while peering through the slit of his eyelids at the youthful figure covered in his blood and reduced to such a pathetic state. Joy blossomed uncontrollably in his heart.

Just over a dozen days prior, this very faction had racked their brains to lead an army on an offensive, wishing nothing more than to raze Heavenly Wolf City to the ground. Yet at this moment, they had completely assumed a different persona—how could one not harbor suspicion?

Harboring precisely this train of thought, Long Aotian, despite having suffered merely minor superficial abrasions after crashing to the ground, experienced a whirlwind of thoughts and grew increasingly infuriated.

Yet Yan Siyi took it in stride; the demands of television and film were bound to differ. Once they grew busy later on, they wouldn't even have time to sleep, so there was no need to fuss over the environment, provided their belongings remained secure.

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