Chapter 67: The Value of a Studious Mother Rises Yet Again

"What, you don't want to hear this? I suppose you just don't like listening to it!" A sneer hung on the corner of Qin Yun's mouth, and his eyes were filled with utter mockery.

"Your activities in Yorknew have been under my observation... I hope this statement doesn't cause you any resentment. Objectively speaking, this is an action that highlights the importance we attach to you..." Valuing her meant monitoring her; how should one put it, this kind of cause-and-effect relationship seemed to make a strange sort of sense.

Xiao Chen was completely unaware of all this. He was currently persuading Grandma Yinling not to be so impulsive; even if she wanted to deal with him, there was no need to throw money at the live-streaming platform—she might as well just give it to him.

She could not tell them that the blood seeping from the flagstaffs was arranged by her and Wang Qinghou; she could not say that the words on the stone wall were originally carved by people they hired; she could not say that all of this was connected to the Divine Ruins. While openly matching wits and courage with the Temple and the Yin Dynasty, they were frantically buying time for the Divine Ruins to complete all of this.

Right now, Shi Xie was the strongest combat force. Should anything happen, Shi Xie would still have to step forward himself.

"This subject has come to aid the monarch, desiring neither gold nor silver rewards, nor grants of land and fiefdoms. This subject does not even ask the King to utter a single word of thanks regarding Shuofang City. What is sought, after all, is merely a single word from Your Majesty." Wang Songyu spoke with reason and logic, leaving no room for a flat refusal.

During the next half-hour, Tan Yun and Shen Subing recounted everything that had happened to Xin Bingxuan.

At this moment, through the seawater, everyone could clearly see a towering, pristine divine stele, a million zhang high, standing like a majestic mountain upon the seabed.

Li Hanxue fell silent. This story left a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart. He was an extremely intelligent person, and Ruoruo's dream was definitely not told just to tell a story; Li Hanxue had already grasped the heavy sense of irony contained within it.

"Chu Mingxuan, where did you hear this news from? How come we knew nothing about it?" Galan Weisang exclaimed in surprise.

Right then, Kuina was tidying the deck and happened to look up, letting out a soft cry of astonishment.

If they could absorb the majority of the doctors from the 709th Hospital, then the disadvantages of the First Hospital and Second Hospital in terms of personnel allocation could be safely ignored.

Had the higher-ups not held a relatively favorable view of this academic-style middle-aged and young cadre, Xiao Mingxue probably wouldn't have been able to stay on for long.

At present, Xu Ping was placed under confinement, and there was no longer any senior official of the Shun Court who could frequently accompany Huang Naiming outside the city.

Asano's overwhelmingly high attack damage finally provoked the wrath of the Poison Dragon King. Roaring, the Poison Dragon King lunged at Asano, and Xiang Qi hurriedly manipulated some full-health poison dragons to block its path and stop the Poison Dragon King.

Carina Lau's kidnapping should have happened more than half a year ago. Wang Zijun had thought that with his own protection, no one would dare to make a move, but to his surprise, it had still happened after all.

"I know, I know!" Receiving the Hong Kong dollars, Fengying's face blossomed into a radiant smile once more.

Announcement! The Demon King Huangyou has upgraded and produced his first medium-sized city! Xiang Qi was already accustomed to this. This Demon King Huangyou was an unknown entity, seemingly immensely powerful, and had remained far ahead in the mainland region, leaving others despairing in his dust.

Both sides waited for a dozen seconds, and just as Luo Lan had said, there was no Supreme Wrath or Supreme Divine Penalty whatsoever.

When Zhang Anyun greeted Lin Dongyang, she did notice Xu Meng standing slightly behind him. She glanced at her curiously and felt quite puzzled. The person before her was completely unfamiliar, yet she vaguely felt a sense of déjà vu, as if she had seen her somewhere before, though she couldn't quite recall where.

However, what could be done about it? Whether to leave or stay was Lu Yan's personal business. They would be very glad if he stayed, and if Lu Yan left, they wouldn't harbor any resentment either, since the matters involving the Three Sects still had to be resolved.

Saying they were just wandering around was true, but as for searching, once they went out, both of them probably wouldn't have any such intention left.

As for the Night of Supremacy, Lin Dongyang naturally didn't want to miss it. If Bai Youran could properly arrange things on her end, he wouldn't have any problem making a trip to Yuhang. After all, the time spent there should be quite short, as the Night of Supremacy started at eight in the evening and ended at eleven.

Seeing Lu Yan buy people's hearts and win the devotion of the brothers naturally made Lu Yun feel extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

"You!" Shinmoki Island finally reacted, flying into a blind rage. Without a second thought, he rushed toward the place where the voice had just come from—an area right in the middle of the gathered examinees.

Originally, Bo Yaruofei was still angry, but upon hearing him call her "wife," the anger in her heart instantly subsided.

Han Bingbing's clothes were neatly dressed, yet they were not of any brand name; after being ironed, the garments had developed some wrinkles that made people feel somewhat uncomfortable looking at them.

Such a remarkable figure had simply perished just like that. Was it he who was wrong, or was this era wrong?

The young sect master was not even thirty-five years old this year, yet he was already a ghost immortal who had survived three heavenly tribulations, and his strength was not the least bit inferior to a peak martial saint.

Compared to the Spanish commentator's lavish praise of Loret, the CCTV commentators clearly preferred to hype up Yang Shaoetian.

"Whew!" Catching the wooden pole, Yu Dao felt his mind clear up as a large amount of blood that had pooled in his skull flowed back down.

Since the founding of the Daqing Dynasty, the equal-field system of the previous dynasty had been adopted and improved. Land was distributed equally according to the number of household members as "mouth-share land," and there was also a portion of "perpetual enterprise land" that could be bought, sold, and passed down.

Thinking of this, Cui Jiu gave himself a vicious slap across the face, which finally brought him to his senses. Looking at He Zhihan now, he also felt an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.