Chapter 65

After circling the area, aside from some wooden tables and chairs, we didn’t find anything out of the ordinary.

A one-star researcher equates to an outstanding graduate student who can independently oversee experimental projects. A three-star researcher is comparable to a doctoral supervisor, the kind who can run a laboratory.

Under the brilliant sun, bright rays fell on the mouth of a mineral water bottle, casting a moist arc of light.

Feng Jinyuan’s expression was indifferent as he sneered, tilting his head back and revealing a dazzling smile. “That’s right, it’s me. What’s wrong with me doing what Hu Lingfeng couldn’t? Have you heard who dug the tribe’s well? Who grew the food? Who saved the fruit trees in the orchard from dying of drought?”

Li Mufan brushed past Ye Zexiu, walked straight into the living room, and sat down in a spot of her choosing.

She remembered Su Yu reaching out to her as she leaped, but after she hit a branch and injured her hip, everything became a blur.

But then one day, the great prophets, the wisest beings, the divine kings of each pantheon—all of them, in their respective factions, announced a major event to their followers at the exact same time.

As he spoke, his voice faltered, and his gaze swept over the land to see that nearly a third of the kingdom was already engulfed in endless, chaotic flames.

Though the words were polite, every bit was true. When Li Chen’s institute first started, without Yang Xi’s help, much of it might never have survived the ice age.

Almost every ten meters, a fireball crashed down, covering a full thousand meters.

Yet the fire dinosaur’s current strength far surpassed its rival; it crouched, kicked off, and in a burst of flying sand, shot toward the explosive-haired water buffalo like a red cannonball.

But Zhu Lingxue suddenly awoke, lifting her head to stare blankly at the man on the stage, a figure exalted as a god.

The destruction of the royal clans, and now the fall of the Great Wilderness Sacred Palace—all of it had stemmed from conflict.

Fortunately, under Xun Yu’s leadership, most of the strategists serving Cao Cao still believed that Bai Tu was not an ambitious schemer.

“The place she just tried to throw me off was the same as where she threw you. That alone says a lot.”

“Where did you get that data?” Feng Ling’s tone was stern the moment she spoke.

“Did she find out?” Lige frowned, flashed to the observer’s side, and raised the infrared binoculars to look at the target.

He clearly saw dozens of burly Beedrills carrying numerous Heracross and Kakuna, flying in neat lines in the same direction—a full-fledged family migration.

Ivan hesitated as he glanced at the aircraft, then said resolutely, “Wait for me,” before turning and darting inside.

Kihara Taku listened intently, at first confused and then bewildered, as Yuanzhou’s explanations went far beyond his grasp. In the end, he couldn’t help but feel deep admiration.

“I wonder if this method can be widely adopted. If it could, it might bring about a historic transformation in global cuisine,” mused Bardhan, the chairman, always considering the bigger picture.

Tang Beibei tightened her slender, jade-like hand around the dagger made of fangs, biting her crimson lips. Orange flames wrapped silently around the blade as she again launched a stealthy attack at Mo Qianxuan.

Hua Junyao listened to his endless muttering. “You’re driving me crazy.” She was speechless at the culprit, giving him a hard pinch.

The lid had just been secured when another tube emerged, sealing over Denise’s nose and mouth, allowing her to breathe normal air.

He spoke of the empire, and felt Emperor Yuan’s hand tremble slightly, then release, falling utterly still.

When the potion reached his stomach, its active ingredients reacted quickly. Shi Xuan felt as if a ball of electricity had exploded inside him, the intense shock spreading through every cell, making each one ache with an electric sting.

Those waiting in line to enter the city were herded to the roadside. Qi Chuang squinted into the distance.

“What’s going on? Tell me clearly—you’re not allowed to slander her!” Xiao Jingheng strode forward, grabbing Xiao Shaoheng by the collar and lifting him up.

A gold bangle with nine dragons and a pearl, a gold ring set with rubies, a cloud-shaped golden hairpin encrusted with gems, ornate gold jewelry inlaid with pearls—ten pieces in all, each one dazzlingly bright, almost blinding Xiao Wanci.

Xie Zhi slept deeply, and when she awoke again, daylight had already filled the room. To her surprise, Qin Hong had not left. He lay beside her, propping his head with one arm, while Ah Sheng slept soundly on his chest. Xie Zhi stared at the scene in a daze, regretting she didn’t have a camera to capture the moment.

—Such a wicked, autocratic ancient monarchy: even marriage was forced! Sigh. A man with three or four wives was the norm, and that Prince Yu was surely nothing but a dissolute good-for-nothing. How could marrying him ever bring happiness?

The door to 301 was wide open. Zhuang Jing glanced inside; seeing no zombies, he knocked softly on the door of 302.

Wei Lime’s hand paused briefly as he picked up food, but soon resumed as normal. Seeing her eating so heartily and not caring at all about his bad mood, he felt even more frustrated.