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This anxious expression warmed Jiang Ruo's heart. Even though she already knew that Granny Cao and the little girl were kind-hearted souls, she was still deeply moved.

At a time like this, instead of thinking of her own survival, she was only concerned with making her flee...

Grasping Granny Cao's trembling hands in return, Jiang Ruo looked at her very earnestly and said in a deep voice, "Don't be afraid, Granny. I can handle however many of them come. Drink your water first, and then take little Taozi inside the house."

While catching fish, Jiang Ruo had inadvertently swallowed—

"If nothing unexpected happens, he will take the initiative to lead us. The center of the tomb ahead is also his... the source of all his power!" Mo Qing smiled slightly and said.

Based on the echo time of the transmitter's detector, the optical brain calculated the position of the reflected object. It was located four hundred and ten million kilometers above the plane of the ecliptic, at a vertical distance of more than eighty million kilometers from the galactic axis. Ling Ke aimed the shipboard detector at this region and adjusted it to maximum power, yet found nothing.

"It was a last resort, an absolute last resort!" Chu Nan scratched his head and said somewhat awkwardly, considering that such a tactic was rather contemptuous.

The appearance of the Morning League members in the cafeteria had already attracted many gazes, and now with Jie Chen shouting so loudly, even more people looked over. Hearing that a fight was about to break out, a crowd quickly gathered around, pulling out their phones to record the scene.

Early the next morning, Xiao Jin set off with his men and a few pieces of scrap metal from the stall. During the two days Xiao Jin had spent at the stall, my mind had been in turmoil, plagued by uncontrollable and chaotic thoughts. After he left, however, I was left with a lingering sense of emptiness.

Ye Motian was afraid of nothing except going shopping with Ye Zi. Being pulled along by the young girl, he walked like a boneless, soft-bodied creature.

Meanwhile, Chu Nan was wandering through the future college student village near Jiangnan University. In 1997, not many students rented houses here, and most of them were either strolling on the school athletic field or already eating in the cafeteria at this hour, leaving the twilight here completely silent.

Hannibal raised his eyes to look at the sky, only to see that fires had already broken out in several distant locations within the city. Under the setting sun, those flames looked exceptionally enchanting, yet there was no unusual movement in the directions of the imperial palace and the city gates, suggesting that the military coup was proceeding smoothly.

"Apologies, but this scrap of iron is of some use to me, so I cannot let you have it..." Aotian lifted his eyelids and said indifferently.

Lately, out of concern for his health and fear of disrupting his work, Gu Wan had buried all her tangled thoughts deep within her heart, refusing to show them easily. However, that did not mean her mind was truly at peace.

The next instant, Wang Changsheng regained his composure. The fierce aura vanished, leaving Liu Hong to exhale a long breath of lingering fear.

Hearing the "invisible man" of the team speak up unexpectedly, Qin Xin, who had been worried that her usual tactics would fail, inadvertently discovered an even better way to divert attention.

This child might be his everything for the rest of his life, and equally, the source of numerous troubles and vexations for some time to come.

"I never expected you to be lurking in the Rakshasa Arena. No wonder you said earlier that the city lord knows you. It seems next time I must tell Sister Yan'er that we cannot show you any more mercy." Luo Lanqiu's lips curved upward into a mischievous smile.

Her silky, thread-like hair cascaded across the pillow. Her clear eyes and vacant gaze stared fixedly at the petal-shaped decorative glazed lamp on the ceiling.

A-Jiu lifted the curtain to take a look, only to see two men wielding weapons blocking the path of the carriage. This was a quiet and deserted alley, and their blatant appearance clearly meant they harbored ill intentions.

Moxuan felt for the first time how fragile his body appeared under this assault. Every single one of these heavy punches was formidable enough to pierce right through his torso.

If the young man they had just seen—the very same youth who had shared baked flatbread with them—was indeed the prince of the Great Tang Empire who had newly arrived in this region to participate in the brutal struggle for the succession.