Volume 1 Chapter 48: Repayment? Fine, I Just Want a Kiss From You
On the ground, Qin Manyao and Mu Wan'er kept their eyes tightly shut, as if simply refusing to open them could help them escape that bone-chilling terror.
High in the air, the sound of ten thousand swords piercing through the wind rushed forward like a surging wave, causing their bodies to tremble involuntarily.
Therefore, as for the contract Ying Yingying brought back, Zhao Yi merely glanced at it briefly before signing his name.
"Junior Uncle, what are you thinking about?" Su Yu lay flat on a large boulder, gazing blankly into the starry sky, when Mo Long appeared beside him out of nowhere.
It had taken her so much effort to persuade them to come and see Fu Shicheng, not for them to humiliate him.
Yang Feng originally thought that with every breakthrough coming with tempering, all his strength had been honed to a state of absolute purity, but flaws still remained.
To the audience, such a scene appeared completely calm and composed, resembling the serene posture of leisurely watching the clouds roll and unroll in the sky.
Lin Muxiao nodded in agreement. Although he had no idea why Lu Haoyan had come to play the prince, it was a once-in-a-lifetime sight to see Gu Bei and Lu Haoyan acting in the same frame. Lin Muxiao hurriedly switched his phone to video mode, grateful that he had fully charged it before leaving home, giving him enough battery to record.
The effeminate blonde punk pushed her aside roughly and ordered the black-suited bodyguards beside him to grab Lin Feng and beat him mercilessly.
Unable to find Fu Shiting in the office area, Fu Hanzheng stormed directly into his office to demand it from Gu Weiwei.
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Putting everything else aside, considering the new station chief of the Military Statistics Kunming Station, if it had been back when Gu Wei and Ouyang Hao had first arrived, they would have definitely shown the utmost respect upon meeting someone of Xiao Qing's caliber.
Andy smiled at Austin, who nodded slightly, casually placed his napkin on the dining table, stood up to kiss Ivana on the cheek first, and prepared to go upstairs to change clothes and leave, finally adding a sentence.
After planting the flag firmly in place, the staff officer softly suggested to Zhou Zhirou that the report submitted by Zhang Zheng had already been signed by the Generalissimo, and everyone present unanimously approved the plan.
To put the sequence of events into plain and simple language, it went like this: Li Asu rushed forward and slapped the Japanese soldier into a daze, then grabbed him and beat him savagely.
Bai Chongxi's deduction was quite simple. Based on the lingering influence of militaristic ideology, the existence of such an operation was entirely rational. It was precisely this militaristic mindset that convinced Bai Chongxi that this detachment of Japanese troops was by no means simply retreating; their ultimate destination was to die for the Emperor.
Fortunately, Old Wu was in no mood to dwell on these thoughts right now. He picked up an apple and handed it to Zhang Xiaoliang, hesitating with words on the tip of his tongue. He had originally wanted to invite Zhang Xiaoliang to visit Candy more often, but realizing that a hospital was hardly a pleasant place, he closed his mouth.
"Understood, returning now! We will drop all remaining bombs over the enemy positions as we pass by!" Bomber-spotting instructor Yu Huiliang did not hesitate in the slightest. Protecting the bombers was the responsibility of the fighters, and since bombers were utterly helpless against fighter craft, withdrawing directly from the battlefield ensured they would not become a burden to the fighters.
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At that moment, Xu Yourong's single Wutong arrow pierced through the air, striking Nanke in the shoulder as colorful blood slowly oozed out.
"Eat today's rice today, who cares about tomorrow's empty belly?" Andy shook his head with a sigh, and ultimately signed his name, donating twenty thousand US dollars.
Wearing a soft, green camouflage cap woven from tree branches, Zhang Yi peered out to observe the enemy. It appeared the Japanese devils had flown into a rage and split into three directions, advancing while firing continuously.
As for Bu Yun, who had already departed nearby, Master Tian Shi noticed him but gave it no further thought. The most important matter right now was the inheritance, and Bu Yun could always pay a visit later.