Chapter 69: Jian Wei'an Discovers the Presence of Ye Fanzhi (Seeking First Subscribers)

After their walk, Jiang's mother looked around the house, noticing all the furniture bearing a "B" logo. She recognized the brand immediately: "I thought the place you rented would be quite ordinary, but I didn't expect the landlord to furnish everything with Bentley furniture. The landlord spared no expense."
Lin Ran replied, "I bought this set myself. The previous furniture was too shabby, so I decided to get something better to improve our quality of life. It's just branded stuff, not expensive."
"Mom, you've had a long day. Go take a shower first, come on, come on~"

Bayonet, Steel Blade, Blunt Knife, Cleaver, and Old Pig—these sworn brothers were all present, but they were still waiting for Dashanzi. Su Hu and Thunderstorm had to stay behind to watch the house in Linhai, so only the others brought gifts.

"Prefect Li is compassionate and cannot bear to see the people of Dengzhou displaced. He hopes these people can understand the difficulties he faces. I am willing to help persuade them and promise Prefect Li a satisfactory answer," said Yuchi and Nan.

"No need to worry. Abbess Huizhu only mentioned possibilities. How could I act within the bounds of mere possibility?" Xuan Yuanrui replied, turning his head as he absentmindedly squeezed the hand resting on his arm.

"Young Master Ye, how do you have time to call me?" On the other end of the line, Tang Sanjue's voice rang out.

After replaying the memory stone, Fu Junkai apologized to Zhang Honglei and Li Xulong, admitting with deep shame that he had been misled by slander and asking for their forgiveness.

The soft sound of foam being rubbed lingered in his ears, light as a feather, so soothing it nearly lulled him to sleep.

Sitting at a table laden with delicacies, Nong Xue absentmindedly stuffed food into her mouth, chewing and swallowing without tasting a thing.

Seated below were the elders, each visibly tense, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the agitated Si Tongxing.

The morale of the Khitan army was beginning to waver. A war without hope of victory was a futile endeavor for any nomadic people—they could pledge fealty to the Central Plains, they could endlessly harass the northern borders, but they would never engage in meaningless battles.

"Enough, there's no need to be angry. In my opinion, just ignore them. We're justified wherever we go, so what is there to fear?" Ding Qiang disagreed with sending money or troops.

"Interesting, very interesting." Gao Jianfei laughed as he left the laboratory with James and several scientists.

There were people from the provincial military district overseeing his company, so there was little chance of anything leaking out.

Rumors had already spread on the way there: the Tang Dynasty was doomed, Liu Li perished with him, and all the experts who accompanied him died as well. Only Tang Banxiu escaped with injuries, and his whereabouts were now unknown.

What was even harder to bear was that this team of over ninety had lost nearly seventy percent of its members in a single blow.

"As a member of the company, of course I have a duty to think of its interests. I actually came up with an idea, though I'm not sure if it will work." Cheng Xueman asked tentatively.

Ding Quanpu let out a howl, then started retching, tears and snot streaming down his face. Wang Baoyu found Ding Quanpu's distress amusing, but worried that when Ding Quanpu lifted the covers, the stench would overwhelm him, so he got up and left the hospital room.

"Two old fools, ganging up on a junior—aren't you ashamed?" A wild, unrestrained laugh rang out.

Tao Ran didn't respond. Another inexplicable force seemed to push Wang Baoyu, urging him to leave.

After becoming a resident of the apartment, Mi Tian had endured far too much horror and death. Yet, this very experience became a wellspring of inspiration for his horror writing and a spiritual refuge. When writing, he never had to worry if ghosts would kill him, if he would trigger a dead end, or how he might find a way out.

The man's shirt had been torn, revealing scars across his chest. When he lifted the burly fellow just now, the muscles on his arm stood out like bristling whiskers, dazzling to behold.

Jin Chengzhan felt that such clean air was ideal for martial arts. True practitioners, like great scholars, were rare and hard to find.

Lu He and Zhou Yukuan dragged Zhou Yuneng along, whose face looked as if his father had gone to be the King of Hell.

Even the Y-form mega evolution of Super Dream offered only a sevenfold increase in power.

Lin Jie walked straight ahead, his expression unchanged, though he thought to himself that he wasn't foolish—couldn't he tell whether what he saw was human or ghost?

The competition would last three days. If no one obtained the Sea God Badge and returned successfully within the time limit, they would be eliminated.

Huai Zhen felt as if her emotions were on a roller coaster, finally covering her mouth and catching her breath.

Su Wushuang nodded, thinking he truly didn't feel cold—but the next moment shocked him as well.

Empress Zhangxian, later Grand Empress Dowager, was a consort. Although Emperor Gaozong and Emperor Taizong loved her, at the time, Emperor Zhongzong favored Consort Sima Jingfu most.

Su Wushuang nodded again, then turned and left. When he reached the director, he glanced at Su Zhenming, who was wandering about, his expression fierce and his clothes disheveled.

Unlike the metal jungle of the federal metropolis, the empire boldly replicated the once-popular Baroque architecture. Marble tiles paved the ground, lights flickered over the damp surface, casting ever-changing shadows.

But this time, Xu Yuanxing seemed truly resolute. Facing Yan Fang's aggressive attack, he remained unmoved, neither dodging nor retreating. Only when the dark energy in Yan Fang's palm was about to strike his chest did Xu Yuanxing's hands, which had been clasped behind his back, suddenly move.

"Why aren't you helping her? I want to see my sister wake up with my own eyes before any more training!" Li Mei couldn't trust the medic, stubbornly locking eyes with him.

June 1st—International Children's Day did not exist yet, but it didn't matter. Seeing Ye Ziwen's seven-month pregnancy, Wang Zhenyu decided to take her to the residential area to attend the opening of the Anjiang Cinema. The cinema consisted of ten three-story buildings, with over three hundred seats in total.