34 34 (Midnight)

Everyone followed the methods taught by the instructors yesterday and put on their skis. The two instructors even went around checking to ensure everyone’s bindings were secure.

The Church did not consider its actions cruel! Those who believe in the Lord may enter the gates of heaven under the guidance of the Lord’s messenger, Pope Elijah. Those who do not believe will inevitably face punishment for the sins of humanity, and forced labor is merely the lightest of such penalties.

In fact, the four mountain peaks behind the four families in Yucheng serve not only as a natural barrier for these four super families but also as the places where they store their treasures, grain, and supplies. All the precious valuables of these four super families in Yucheng are hidden in the mountains behind their respective family compounds.

Cui Liang’s voice was filled with sorrow, and as he spoke, he managed to squeeze out two tears, which made the Cui woman beside him even more agitated.

After a long while, Jiang Yu finally confirmed the source of the sound. He approached slowly, his heart swelling with joy. It was that ragged stone; it hadn't left after all. It was attached to a stone coffin, with surging energy radiating from it, seemingly entangled with something.

He knew that to leave the Demon Realm, to find Yiyi Yaya, and to find Jiang Qiuge, he had to possess a certain level of strength himself.

"Lin Zhe, what do you think?" Li Shimin nodded, ignoring the silence among the ranks of military generals, and asked.

A thousand thoughts raced through Lin Jie’s mind. Before he could even say a word to Feng Xiuxiu, he was dragged off the deck without even having time to make an expression, falling with a splash into the icy seawater.

Facing Luo Zhigang were over thirty people, led by a man in his fifties wearing a loose, green Tibetan robe. It was Sangjie, the leader of the Laji camp, who was currently flushed with rage.

After Cheng Hui had cried enough, she lifted her head, but fearing he would see her tear-stained face, she kept it lowered. However, there was no helping it; He Chuan directly lifted her chin.

The words "Brother Duan" felt like a thorn piercing Duan Wuchang’s ears. He lowered his head in silence, his mind already calculating how to silence the witness.

Everything made sense now. It all clicked into place; he had been playing him like a puppet. Truly, anyone with a reputation in the pugilistic world, even a common lecher, was not to be trifled with.

Initially, Jin Yan felt that Liu Yun had deceived him, but looking at her now, he didn't think so anymore. Admittedly, he had lost the Yin-Yang Stone because of her, but if she had already obtained the stone, why return? And why, even now, was she hesitant to finish him off with one strike?

He stood up straight. Was there someone down there? It wasn't that Steward Wei had lost his mind, but why would he be standing at the gate of the courtyard waiting?

Originally, this place was just an unfinished building—to what extent? It was the kind without even doors or windows. Apart from the courtyard walls and the main structure, it was completely empty inside.

Cheng Jiu calculated Xin Gan’s boarding time. As the seconds ticked by, he smoked several cigarettes, not in a hurry to leave. Even after the sky had turned completely dark, he remained in the parking lot outside the airport, waiting stubbornly for someone, though he knew not whom.

I didn't dare to breathe deeply, fearing the smell would once again trigger my palate. Holding my breath, I handed the wild boar’s heart to Chen Ziqiang.

"Back then, he wanted to trade me for food and water. I refused, so he threatened me in every way possible and even struck me. Later, I was so hungry I couldn't take it anymore, so I agreed..." Ru Meng said.

Su Mei and Yi Xiaoyue were standing in the middle of the pavilion with unexpected harmony. The pavilion was surrounded by water on all sides, with a few late-blooming lotuses scattered on the surface. Su Mei’s bright orange dress caught Chu Yunlian’s eye immediately, while Yi Xiaoyue’s dark, crow-green outfit looked somewhat dim in the night, yet uniquely elegant and gentle.

"Let’s just get started!" Chen Cheng was speechless. Why did she try to win him over in every sentence? He had already told her they were far apart and it was impossible for them to meet, yet she persisted. What was her goal?

"Her identity won’t stay hidden for long. When it comes out, it will surely cause a sensation. Given her status, it is better to be on good terms with her than to be her enemy. With her background, countless people will follow her; her influence is definitely greater than mine!" Qin Shuang said.

They all looked at their aunt expectantly, hoping she could come up with a good idea for them as well.

If there was one person in this world who knew his background best, it would be Ning Xue. Furthermore, she had appeared in the shadows of the heaven-defying fortunes he had received several times. What puzzled Liu Yi, however, was that he had never told Ning Xue about his mastery of the Heavenly Derivation Art. How did she know?

However, all of this required a slow and careful investigation. For now, the most important thing was to clarify one matter.

At a time when the eighteen feudal lords were holding back and refusing to advance, he was the only one who led his troops to pursue Dong Zhuo. In the eyes of the world, especially the noble clans, he could gain immense favor. Even if this battle were lost, from a long-term perspective, what he had gained was immeasurable.

Of course, Long Teng paid no heed to these idiots. He did not accept these boring challenges, nor did Bai Lin. These were all trivial pursuits, nothing more than idiotic behavior.

Lin Zheng was truly busy. After checking in, he immediately opened his computer and worked until the early hours of the morning. Suddenly remembering that Yun Moyu was also there, he dialed her number.

Only someone like Lin Zheng, who grew up in a trash can, would take a fancy to someone as destitute and shallow as Yun Moyu.

When Zhan Zhao saw the stone table covered in drawings, he picked up one of the "Imperial Cat Bathing" sketches and said, "A fine drawing. Even the scars are perfectly captured." His clear voice, like a mountain spring, was truly pleasant to the ear, but to those hiding in the distance, it sounded like a thunderclap. It was over. Officer Zhan was angry—and not just a little.

He spoke with high-sounding rhetoric, and for fear that Chen Bairui would refuse to stay, he even resorted to saying things that were utterly humiliating.