Chapter 26

"The mission is accomplished, another great feat achieved. From now on, we can have as many meteorite warheads as we want." The fact that the command center sent people to pick them up proved that the Pineapple had indeed been eliminated; they were now heroes.

It wouldn't matter if a few raw jade stones were gone, but damn it... half the sofa was missing too. What was that all about?

Previously, when she noticed Lin Yu had suddenly disappeared, she thought he had fallen into the abyss of mist, and she had felt a bit sad about it.

"Summon Zhu Ming. You all, carry Protector Night to Qing Feng’s bedchamber. Have him treat Night Rain’s wounds immediately, and clean this place up."

These reporters all knew that the Tang and Yin families were gathered here for no other reason than to welcome someone important.

"Go away. Since things have turned out this way, consider it a test for Wildcat. If he passes, he’ll be happy for a lifetime; if he doesn't, he’ll be happy for one night." After all, given his tolerance, he would certainly wake up before Wildcat.

In the end, no matter what, if people want to survive, they must eat. Only by ensuring no one starves can they earn the right to face what lies ahead.

Hoping for the best, I wanted to check Xie Zeyong’s pool hall to see if anyone was there. But halfway there, I was overtaken by a group of youths on motorcycles coming from behind.

Their speed was so swift and unexpected that one had to wonder if they had planned it all along.

Before long, Cheng Ci’s voice sounded out: "Master Xiao, have you forgotten? This is not the serene Central Plains; this is the barren desert... Even in the daytime, sandstorms strike without warning, leaving one defenseless."

Lin Feng returned home to find Yuan Lili had just coaxed Lin Yuhan to sleep. Seeing Lin Feng back, Yuan Lili asked casually if he had eaten. Lin Feng nodded, occasionally observing Yuan Lili’s expression for any signs of abnormality.

Although Peng Shan’s abilities were limited, Xiao Tao still asked him. Unsurprisingly, Peng Shan lacked the skill to craft tiger-tooth artifacts, but he suggested that Xiao Tao look for the Qu family in Fengzhou, whose methods of artifact creation were far superior to his own.

His pupils constricted slightly. It wasn't just the Young City Lord; the onlookers were the same. What kind of treasure could seal a flying sword? The way they looked at the speaker had shifted.

Immediately, Liang Yichao watched as Yu Yuance’s face turned deathly pale, and he stroked his chin with excitement, wanting to say: "How about it, brother, shall we make a deal?"

While Night Emperor and Lin Chuan were conversing, the various giants in the Golden Throne Hall grew impatient. However, the strength of the First Emperor of Great Qin was truly shocking; they could sense an aura surpassing the Ascension Realm emanating from him.

Upon hearing Han Yi’s words, Lan Bing’er’s expression shifted, and she understood the dire consequences of failure.

Zhou Ziwei received a call from an unknown number in the afternoon; it was Cheng Jiahui, inviting her to meet at a nearby café. Zhou Ziwei didn't want to agree at first, but then she thought, she hadn't done anything shameful, so why be afraid? Because of this, she accepted the meeting.

Feng Jingguo also leaned in smugly, wanting to hold his grandson and show him off to the older generation.

By the time dinner arrived, Liang Zixun was tipsy from drinking with his three cousins, while Jiang Yuanhe was still walking a straight line. Old Man Ye, seeing the state of these fellows, cursed in anger; if he only had something in his hand, he would have surely given them a few whacks.

The sheepskin scroll shook violently, slowly turning into ash and disappearing, and at the same time, the yellow light that had been descending dissipated along with it.

Meanwhile, Fan Datong, having taken a punch, wasn't seriously hurt. He took a breath and watched as Fan Qianduo drew closer.

He couldn't possibly go to Yunluo Academy, and he wasn't familiar enough with Yin Cang. Thinking it over, the only option left was the City of Chaos.

"Third Senior Brother, you entered the sect late. If you had joined before the age of ten, your aptitude surely wouldn't have been bad! Look at you, you only joined at eighteen—what could you possibly learn?" Fifth Senior Brother Li Ziming laughed.

The strategic stealth bomber project, codenamed H-20. Now that the Chinese-modified "White Swan" has successfully made its maiden flight and is in the testing phase, it will be officially in service within two years.

The family tree, torn to shreds, was tossed into the air by Yin Shiqing, the fragments falling like snowflakes.

Many officers of the Afghan People's Army were now students of Su Hailin. Over these few years in Afghanistan, in addition to political work, Su Hailin had established officer academies to continuously train officers for Afghanistan.

Since the day she tried to perish with him, this was the first time he had seen her in over half a year.

This time, it wasn't just Zhang Yinuo who was bewildered; even Song Yazhu was stunned. It wasn't anyone's birthday today—what was Zhang Jiaze up to, and why bring out a birthday cake? Looking at the single candle on the cake, was it a first birthday?

Listening, Rong Wanxi felt desolate inside. She longed to go up and hug him, longing to comfort him with her tenderness. However, to avoid chaos, she had to restrain herself. As he broke into sobs, it was half genuine and half feigned. The genuine half was entirely out of heartache for him.

He had been gone for over two months, returning only once in between, but it was a hurried trip. Had Yin Shihua not mentioned it the next day, she wouldn't even have known he had returned.

"Exactly right! As Liuxing said, all dolls have something built-in that can be called their life—an ‘Eve’s Heart.’ It is this circuit that gives the dolls self-awareness," Kimberly said indifferently.

The monsters noticed the light spheres descending from the sky and all fled toward the edges.

Looking at his own sister, who lay on the bed tortured and covered in wounds, the old man collapsed, his eyes brimming with unstoppable, torrential tears.

After speaking, Cui Qiao had Xin Lian fetch a spoon. She arranged the ice cream in the ice bucket, then turned back to get the lid. But as she turned, she noticed something was wrong—why were there only seven bowls? Cui Qiao shook her head, thinking she must be exhausted to have miscounted, but fortunately, seven bowls were enough.