Chapter 62: Kissing Avril Goodbye, A Massive Capital Clash in the Foreign Exchange Market

As for the others, given Luo Qingyu's current martial prowess, aside from those in the Celestial Realm, there were very few people left in this world who could be considered her match.

"A dark night with a biting wind, perfect for silent killings. Is that what you gentlemen mean by blocking my carriage?" Gu Qingcheng asked, a hint of a smile at the corners of her lips as she looked at the several men in black lined up abreast ahead.

Such rules were designed to motivate everyone entering the starry grand hall to cultivate diligently and continually break through their own limits. Remaining stagnant would simply mean wasting the space within the starry grand hall.

"I was merely fortunate, stumbling blindly and leading it near the nest of the blood-sucking bats," Zi Tong explained.

Uncle Tang was a clean freak, so there were never any other people in the apartment, save for a cleaning lady who came at scheduled times.

The big man stood a full head taller than him, with broad shoulders and a thick back. The muscles visible outside his clothes bulged like massive knots of sinew; beneath a pair of dark, ink-dyed eyebrows were wide, round eyes, a short and wide nose, a square mouth, and a dense, bushy beard.

Reading a collection of poetry while pondering matters, she lost track of time until evening approached. Realizing that the dead of winter was about to return, Nanye crawled out of bed, called for the elderly woman who looked after her, and headed to the eastern room to prepare dinner.

A fairly short story was deliberately drawn out by Luo Qingyu, who recounted it with great expression and feeling for well over two hours.

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan was overjoyed and thought to himself: Could it be that the Jiang tribe is going to voluntarily request to join our Youxiong State? That would save me a great deal of trouble.

The body of the spirit python continuously slithered across her, wrapping completely around her and enclosing her in its center.

During the Tang dynasty, the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace was separated from the Emperor's Taiji Palace by high walls. Unlike later dynasties where the palace was housed within a single compound, this naturally instilled a sense of vigilance between the emperor and the crown prince.

About a quarter of an hour later, with their injuries mostly healed and nothing else remaining in the arena, the two walked straight out of the subterranean cave.

Just as the commander of the Feather Guard was stunned, within the span of just a few blinks, hundreds of soldiers carrying sabers marched out.

Ye Miaozhu muttered with a vacant, dazed look in her eyes. Ningzhe reacted swiftly, taking a quick step forward to grab Gu Yunqing's sleeve, preventing him from being swept away by the surging current.

In the beginning, the Wang family stronghold only had two or three thousand people, but it gradually grew into a massive mountain stronghold boasting a population of ten thousand.

In this era, an ordinary horse could fetch around a dozen taels of silver, while a fine breed of warhorse could command twenty-some or even thirty taels.

To Feng Yushu, this almost comical scene appeared so horrifying that it chilled her to the bone.

"Between us, words of gratitude are unnecessary." Lin Ruoyan took Lin Pan'er's hand, and the sisters clasped each other's hands tightly, as if at this very moment, all misunderstandings and estrangements had vanished into thin air.

"What is his purpose?" Luo Yang furrowed his brow deeply, his intuition telling him that this was by no means a simple charitable event.

To top all nine leaderboards consecutively, and with one's abilities suppressed to the level of an ordinary human within the game, the physical and mental toll on him was immense.

Holding a firearm in one hand while driving at high speed over a bumpy shuttle bus, and making precise shots at the infected individuals in another moving vehicle—just how extreme was that level of difficulty?

Speaking of which, it truly was a major event in Black Bear Village. Li Daming got married at seventeen, and for thirty years, he had remained childless. Yet, just over two months ago, Aunt Ming felt unwell, and when Li Daming took her pulse, he stubbornly insisted it was a pulse of pregnancy.

"Weiwei, your phone doesn't seem to be turning on. There shouldn't be any problem with the video, right?" Zhao Moya had no choice but to pull Tong Weiwei outside the door, take out her phone, and ask with a look of astonishment.

And now, he could only rely on Qionghai City, his base of operations with over ten thousand troops and heavy weaponry, to secure his life. He figured that no matter how strong Jiang Liushi might be, killing him and then breaking through an encirclement of ten thousand soldiers would be an almost impossible feat.

Having engaged in physical labor all morning, their energy expenditure was quite substantial, so the quality of the lunch was quite decent: unlimited steamed rice, a large bowl of pork stewed with vermicelli for each person, plus a salted duck egg—since they sweated a lot and needed to replenish their salt; there was also egg drop soup to finish off the meal.

"Hello, Dad, is something the matter?" Huo Tianlin mustered his energy once again and asked cautiously.

That middle-aged woman turned her head back, seeming to smile, yet also wearing a look of disdain. In just a fleeting instant, the woman who had been not far away vanished into the city gates, and those hundred-meter-high gates slammed shut heavily at the exact same moment.

Do not underestimate the corpse of the divine beast White Tiger; it was unimaginably colossal. If it were to fully transform back into its true form, it would likely be even larger than a living planet today.

In the dead of night, if one had a stomachache, there was no need to run several thousand meters to use a dry latrine while dodging wild dogs, nor was there any need to fear freezing one's backside in the open-air dry latrine during the bitter cold of twelfth lunar month.

Could it be that he truly regarded himself as an ox-headed guardian, and also took this place to be the netherworld of the underworld?

An Yinghua looked at He Wei's expression, which was a mix of pity and heartache, and half of her suspicion dissipated, though she still found it somewhat hard to believe.

Clenching my fist tightly, I immediately pulled Yu Haitao back to my side, having already prepared myself to make a move at any second. I waited solely for Lin Yi's command, resolved not to hesitate in the slightest.

For instance, they were entirely capable of finding the correct direction, and therefore did not find Ye Lan's ability to be anything special.