Chapter 64: The Minister of Propaganda Position is Settled

Listening to Wang Dongge's endless nagging, Ou Huasheng grew somewhat impatient, while the anger in his heart flared even higher.

For the position of Head of the Publicity Department, he had run back and forth to the prefectural committee for several days, drinking until he nearly felt like dying, only to end up with nothing in the end. After the details of the Secretariat meeting leaked out, Ou Huasheng harbored resentment not only toward Wu Yunqiu, but also toward County Magistrate Sha Junhai. He had been sitting in the position of the County Committee Office director for nearly four years now.

I never expected Ling Ziyao to go to Yinshan Ninth Floor, nor did I expect Li Xiaonan and Leng Xueyan to go there as well. In their eyes, this wasn't about seeking a mystical realm, nor was it an adventurous expedition, but rather a casual sightseeing trip.

"Just based on you? You still want to imprison dragons? Damn it, you deserve to die just for taking on such a moniker. That's why I've come today—to take your life. Don't you dare learn Chinese martial arts and then turn around to target the Chinese people. I will personally deal with you right now, you scum who has forgotten your roots and betrayed your ancestors," I said to Prisoner Dragon.

I looked up at the star-studded sky. The scorching heat of the day had finally dissipated, and a cool breeze blew over, bringing a refreshing sensation. Even the thirst no longer felt quite as unbearable.

Ever since the Indonesian War, his identity had ceased to be a secret. Furthermore, the news had spread far and wide about how he had piloted a heavy strategic transport aircraft through blinding snowstorms, braving immense danger to rush to the reinforcements.

"However, so much time has passed. What use could she possibly have for that hurricane lamp? Could there be some profound mystery hidden within it?" Huang Juan asked in puzzlement.

Ling Yuefan's arm was struck, leaving a bloody crater, and the disciples of Wudang immediately gathered around.

Yet many factions in the vast sea chose not to speculate; they were simply waiting to see whether Thousand Caledonia or Kaido of the Beasts would emerge victorious, as the outcome would have little impact on them.

An ordinary person certainly wouldn't possess such a thing, but within the high walls of the Imperial Capital, there might still be a tiny bit left. I am not greedy; I only want the tiniest fraction.

Meng Qinglou squatted down in front of Xu Qingmo. Because the people behind her were pressing in, she had no choice but to move forward, forcing her to squat right between Xu Qingmo's legs, and then she actually raised her head.

Looking at the gigantic pill before him—one that looked large enough to choke a person to death and emitted a bizarre odor—Bai Tianyou almost failed to keep his expression composed.

Cheng Zhaozhao continuously flipped through the white-paper booklet, but the pages further back were entirely blank, offering no further hints.

Then, taking the medicinal porridge from the tray held by Wan Rong, Wu Lianzhi sensibly let her own father sit in her seat.

Thus, Qin Bai formulated a plan with a budget of fifty taels. That would cover the gift for securing the travel permit, along with expenses along the road and living costs in the capital. Whether he found him or not, he would search in the capital for two months. Regardless of the outcome, it would at least fulfill his third brother Qin Gao's wish.

After trying several times in succession, expending a full 5,000 merit points to purchase and redeem 50 bottles of advanced lucky potion from the system mall, Yang Chen finally managed to raise the lucky value of the onboard machine gun to +3.

The few of them were not stupid. This fellow had been locked up later than the rest, yet he didn't have a single injury on his body, nor did he show any signs of having put up a fight. It was highly likely he had been sent by someone.

Li Yunlong's gaze was deep and abstruse as he looked toward the eastern direction of Datong City, acting partly as if he were answering the reconnaissance company commander's question and partly as if he were talking to himself.

Yet when he woke up, he hadn't felt a shred of pain, which was why he had assumed he was dead.

"That is truly a pity. I wonder if the piece you just played has a title?" Xin Yu asked again.

Dongfang Mingzhu controlled twelve willow-leaf flying knives. These blades streaked through the air like a barrage of arrows, whistling as they slashed and parried, instantly piercing the hearts of twelve zombies. The zombies then collapsed to the ground with dull thuds like machines losing power, dissolving into wisps of smoke and vanishing.

Tang Mumu felt it was truly a coincidence; this way, she wouldn't have to invent excuses to lie to Gong Muli over the next few days. She sent her a voice message telling her not to worry and to stay in touch by phone if anything came up.