Chapter 28: Wanting to Build a Safe Passage
"This is Song Chengjun, the Chief Captain of the Base Patrol. He's here as a representative of City B's Safety Base to discuss potential cooperation with Boss Chu.
Captain Song, this is Chu Jiangyue, the proprietor of Jianglin Hotel."
Ling Feng took the initiative to introduce the two to each other.
"Boss Chu, I've long heard of your reputation."
Song Chengjun extended his hand.
"Hello." Chu Jiangyue reached out and lightly grasped Song Chengjun's hand, releasing it after just a second. "The hotel has just opened, and the…
Wuyunzhu, upon hearing this, somehow found the strength to break free from his embrace. She rushed toward Doctor Meng, snatched the medicine from his hand, and swallowed it.
When they finally arrived at the school gate, Zigui made a point of checking the time. They had only waited at one intersection for two minutes—the entire trip took exactly 20 minutes.
After all, in Chu Fengyun's eyes, there was a world of difference between the sixth and fifth levels of Qi Gathering. Zhao Gang was merely at the fourth level. While Wang Hao could slay Zhao Gang and even force Shi Wanpeng to retreat, he was no match for Zhao Tianchen.
Xing Zeyuan took Youyou's hand and placed it on his firm pectoral muscles, specifically the left side of his chest where his heart lay beneath.
Because at that time, Langxing from the Suning team was still an outstanding domestic top-lane player.
Each rocket launcher blast that struck the figures before them fell like the heavy hammer of death.
But one must remember this was a team scrimmage, where such playstyle would likely draw frequent attention from the jungler.
Seeing Ye Yi's resolute attitude, Yan Hua refrained from further persuasion, though the opponent's strategy stirred something in his mind.
Against a successful "simp," there's no room for rebuttal. Thus, Zhang Xiyan could only adopt a "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen" stance, donning headphones to immerse himself in the game.
Although Xu Minghui and I never lived in this apartment we currently reside in (as it was mainly rented out), I would make regular monthly inspections to ensure tenants hadn't damaged anything. Combined with my friendly, gregarious nature, I became quite familiar with all the surrounding neighbors.
Tang Yuehua raised her head, her swollen eyes glistening with unwavering determination. With trembling hands, she reached out to receive the Haotian Order. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the cold metallic surface, as if sensing her grandfather's lingering warmth and indomitable will. Taking a deep breath, she clenched the token tightly in her palm - grasping what felt like the weight of solemn responsibility.
But now, intending to sacrifice himself to spare this rabbit spirit, he clearly wouldn't be joining the imperial harem anymore.
In an instant, three more people were blasted away. To everyone's surprise, Ye Chen with the lowest cultivation level stood firmly at the center of the white circle, motionless, as if the shockwave had no effect on him whatsoever.
He was quite particular about etiquette. When he reached the maple forest before the distant mountain, he flicked a visiting card with his fingers, descended from his cloud, and waited patiently at the mountain gate.
Ning Fengzhi nodded, then sat on the ground to begin his cultivation. Just as he completed his first cycle of energy circulation, he felt his soul power beginning to show signs of turbulence.
The situation changed abruptly. The police officers in the room weren't pushovers either - they quickly surrounded and restrained the father and son pair again.
A chill ran through Bai Ying's heart. He knew this was just the beginning. The rules of Slaughter City were indeed cruel and merciless. To survive here, he had to remain vigilant at all times. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the longsword in his hand, ready to face the challenges ahead.
Upon hearing this, the young man named Lin Changchong's face fell as he dejectedly stepped aside, his eyes glancing at the second examinee with a faint hope that they too would fail.
How could one abandon this beautiful world and embrace death for some inexplicable 'Dao' when being alive is such a marvelous, enjoyable, and carefree experience?
What if that man truly had ulterior motives against her? Wouldn't returning like this be akin to a lamb walking into a tiger's den?
The original Jenna before rebirth possessed an innate high soul perception, which gave birth to her unique talent of soul projection.