30 Taking Measurements

The higher command received the news and altered its original orders: the special forces and the advance battalion were to rest where they were and await the arrival of the follow-up troops.

The Shaw Brothers were another matter. As their production capabilities had steadily declined over the past few years, the number of renowned directors and stars under their banner had dwindled. The rivalry between Shaw Brothers and Raymond Chow was now focused mainly on the operation of theater chains.

“That idiot is your son?” The burly man’s surging fury did not frighten the others. Hearing Beitang Ye’s furious shout, Routa merely opened his bleary eyes and asked indifferently.

But when Mu Xiangyue turned her head and saw what Li Zhicheng had written on the paper, she was so frightened that she could barely speak. Zhiyuan—surely he had not gone mad? How could he put forward such conditions so openly? Many things could be thought of, and they could be done under another name, but they absolutely must never be spoken aloud.

At the beginning of the story, Saori Kido held a Galactic Tournament, whose prize was the Sagittarius Gold Cloth. Tempted by the Gold Cloth, the Bronze Saints eagerly entered the competition one after another. However, the tournament was interrupted when the Black Saints appeared.

Only, the Red Army’s enemies now had neither tanks nor armored vehicles, so naturally there was no need for them. It was foreseeable that Guo Zhuocheng would equip his forces with tanks, armored vehicles, and other heavy weapons before Chiang Kai-shek’s Central Army did.

The music threaded through every moment, fully stirring the audience’s emotions and allowing them to place themselves in the roles of Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling, the protagonists.

Since the Chinese had taken precautions, simply sending tank units crashing forward would have been foolish. Before setting out, Bob had already considered the possibility of encountering resistance and made two preparations. Behind the tanks advancing at the front, five infantry divisions followed close behind.

But in the end, he would still have to enter this spiritual platform himself. In other words, although there seemed to be no trouble for the moment, delaying matters would only lead to disaster in the end.

A broad, thick palm covered Ye Qingluo’s lips, stopping her from saying anything shocking in front of Old Man Cang.

Their departure also took half the enemy with them, greatly reducing Wen He’s pressure.

The alchemist had been beaten until his face was swollen and bruised. Although the students hated them, they were not yet willing to take his life.

Yet cultivation was simply like this: the higher one climbed, the more difficult it became. When Jun Zhi had first arrived in the Netherworld, freed from the restraints of the physical body and strengthened by the God of Death’s power within her soul, her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds. But trying to progress any further had become exceedingly difficult.

Even if he truly regarded Huo Ran merely as a diversion to pass the time, it was undeniable that Mo Ning was suspected of taking advantage of him.

As he spoke, he lowered his head and leaned toward her. His warm breath fell against the edge of her lips, bringing a tingling, tingling sensation.

This was a space where black and white, yin and yang, alternated. Within it, Huang Wuye saw a wisp of Extreme Yin Divine Water and a flame of Extreme Yang Divine Fire suspended in the air.

“Beat her to death!” Hei Siyu ordered coldly. He lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the room.

Under these circumstances, with Huang Wuyou having forcibly broken through the seal, being able to maintain even half of his former strength was already the absolute limit.

Once a Starshatterer had been covered with thirty to fifty round, hemispherical fighter craft, the spherical aircraft activated their self-destruct mechanisms simultaneously. Thus, a mighty Starshatterer was blasted into fireworks across the sky by dozens of high-energy antimatter metal shells clustered around it.

Chen Yi narrowed his eyes, deeply astonished. He suddenly felt that the spirit beast before him was thinking. Yes, it was thinking—and remembering.

What she never could have imagined, however, was that while she was secluded in cultivation, Chang Zizai would actually come knocking at her door.

Even he did not know how the true body was faring now. If it were disturbed, the true body might suffer some kind of harm. If that happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

Fei Liangyan was just about to start the car when Lu Tong seemed to remember something. “Wait here in the car. I’ll be right back.” With that, Lu Tong hurriedly got out and ran back to the welfare home.

The Empress came back to herself and looked at the Emperor, shaking her head with a smile. “How could that be? Since Your Majesty is willing to entrust Prince Zhe to me, it means that you trust me. Am I truly the sort of person who cannot appreciate kindness?” As she spoke, her eyes reddened slightly. After all, she could not bear a son—whom could she blame?

“He probably went back to report,” Peng Mo said with a laugh. Holding the earring in her palm, she felt ripples stir within her heart, soft and gentle.

That night, after taking a bath, Liu Lingshan walked out of the bathroom absent-mindedly. Suddenly, her foot slipped, and she fell heavily onto the floor.

This time, the gray-furred rat spoke. “Who says this filthy, despicable cockroach is one of my kind?” Liu Jingshui turned around angrily. “Of course it is. Otherwise, why would it appear together with you?” Dong Zhanyun found himself unable to process the situation for a moment.

With a sweep of the long blade in Blood Flood Dragon’s hand, Yan Fang’s head rolled from her neck. Blood spurted everywhere, splashing across Blood Flood Dragon’s face.

Whether it was the Prince of Yan or the Prince of Jin, both were rivals on the road to the throne for the Prince of Lu. No matter which of their households suffered an incident, it was enough to make the Princess of Lu happy for a while.

“Brother, Mei Yi doesn’t want to stay with this man! He’s the one who turned Sister into an apple! Pull me up! He’ll turn me into a monster in a little while!” I shouted toward the people above.

The world of the wetland zombies had awakened. They came crawling forward in an endless stream. The rain of slaughter began to fall—first one drop, then two, and then a roaring sheet of it. Rising spray covered my face. I turned away, drew a deep breath, and charged forward.

Through the glass, Su Nainai watched with a strangely astonished gaze. Her expression of amazement made Long Yu feel that this girl’s threshold for shock was far too low. Something like this was enough to leave her looking that way.

Su Nainai stared at the man before her with terrified eyes, never imagining that he would do such a thing.

If Aunt Wu died, they would merely be sold off. But if Concubine Yang died, even sacrificing their lives would not be enough to make amends.