Chapter 62: I Will Not Retreat

Busy arguing back at our hometown, who could possibly remember to eat?
"You shouldn't have argued with your parents. It wasn't that big of a deal."
Xianyuan sat silently on the sofa watching television. Hearing his voice, her breathing hitched—this was the class divide between her and Liang Youjia.
She took a deep breath, trying her utmost to maintain her composure.
"To you, it's a minor matter..."

Lü Chan looked at the pebbles on the ground, harboring some guesses in her heart, yet she dared not say anything to her senior master.
She simply held her needle and thread, teaching the Snow Jade Needle Technique bit by bit, completely unmindful of the sky growing gradually darker outside.
Facing this terrifying sword qi, a flash of unwillingness crossed Zhan Ning's eyes, but he still clenched his teeth tightly, raising his heavy sword in an attempt to resist.

However, according to the older sister from the pharmacy department, President Chen had a son who was recently taking over various matters of Chen's Medical, and his inspection visit to the hospital was bound to happen sooner or later.
On the other side, having settled Xie Moma's affairs, Ye Zhiyin returned to her room and glanced at the calendar placed on the desk.
The father and son spoke in low voices, wondering how Xie Yuchuan suddenly managed to lead people out with supplies.

"You, you, you... You are truly unreasonable!" Mu Fei's chest heaved up and down with anger, bypassing Ming Zhi and walking away in a huff.
The clacking of keyboards continued until six o'clock in the evening. The moment the time arrived, the surrounding colleagues all breathed sighs of relief and vanished in an instant.
Yet seeing her completely different expression at this moment, the desolation and barrenness that had emanated from her before last night seemed to have been nothing more than a dream.

The postman explained helplessly that due to the geographical location of the island post office, a sufficiently large batch of parcels needed to be accumulated before they could be shipped off the island.
Fortunately, Meng Rubing's family of three were all safe and sound; otherwise, Meng Wuyu probably would have felt profound regret.
This remark cornered Liu Yong completely. Across the entire Hongjiang Province, the only one who could speak like this was Nie Zhenbang. Otherwise, who would reopen Liu Yong's scars at a time like this? He was about to retire soon, and his psychological state was already quite delicate. To say something like this—wasn't that deliberately trying to humiliate him?

Thinking of this troop, even Chu Juan felt a deep sense of reverence, while his heart simultaneously overflowed with sorrow.
Second point: the issue of equipment and personnel quality. Although the Hall of Fame had a numerical advantage, which seemed like an edge, their knights and warriors were mixed together, and both of these classes belonged to the frontline charging variety.

Having successively rescued four people, I burrowed back into the corrugated iron shack to search for others. Behind me, I heard Qin You shouting that he would kill me, but neither An Bei nor the assassin replied.
"What a formidable display of dominance." The God of War's expression also grew solemn. Zhan Xionghao's momentum buildup just then had instantly exerted immense pressure on him.

Qingying was precisely one of the three elders in green robes of the Zi family. The other two had been ruthlessly slain by Chen Hao, and only this one had seized the opportunity to escape.
"She's already asleep," Du Yuxue replied in an icy tone, walking slowly over to sit opposite Du Yuhan.
This exercise was originally meant not just for military personnel; government agencies and civilians alike needed to enhance their awareness of precautions through this drill.

Right now, within the entire Standing Committee, everyone was showing off their respective skills. Their goals were evidently identical: on this matter, I support you; in other aspects, you naturally must support me in return. It was all reciprocal.
But how was it now? Ximeng had built a cannon foundry in less than a month, capable of producing a thousand cannons a month. Moreover, based on their understanding of Ximeng, these thousand cannons were also of good quality.

The computer had no external speakers, so I couldn't hear what she was saying; I could only watch her mouth opening and closing as if she were speaking.