Chapter 59: Self-Delusional Devotion

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"Jiang Bai..." Du Jing called out in a low voice, thick with unease.
"Hmm?" Jiang Bai's voice was faint, barely audible.
"Can we... escape?" Du Jing felt lost about their future.
Jiang Bai did not answer immediately. Instead, he gently tightened his grip on Du Jing's hand, his tone resolute: "We will... we will definitely escape..."
Du Jing said no more, simply closing his eyes in silence. His heart was filled with un—
"..." Su Zige felt a vague sense of unease, but shaking off his thoughts, he set off in pursuit of the two.
"Hey, hey, hey, no way. Is the smell really that exaggerated?" Dai Mubai was the most astonished.
The village chief was inside the house, and Zhou You could not go rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After searching a few rounds to no avail, he sheepishly walked out of the courtyard.
A week later, at another scheduled meeting, Bian Yuanhang produced the script outline he had rewritten for the first topic of his "Birth, Old Age, Illness, and Death" micro-film series as promised.
The very first moment he laid eyes on them, before they even had time to offer greetings and pay respects, the white-bearded old man spoke up first, dropping a truly startling remark.
The difference in training objectives also determined the gap in actual combat. If it really came to blows, Song Guyan could at best protect herself; wanting to capture the opponent would be as difficult as ascending to heaven, let alone subduing him.
With a swoosh, the interception-form MLyT No. 7 mecha soared over Nemo and the others' heads, performing a magnificent transformation in mid-air amidst a clanging metallic chorus to revert to its humanoid form, and then executed a stylish mid-air somersault, landing with both feet planted squarely on the ground.
Having said that, Stoleia set down her drained coffee cup, stood up, and said, "Thank you so much for today, [Pupil]! See you another day, it's a promise!" With that, she strode out of the cafe.
What! Xiong Qi felt as though a bolt of divine lightning had split open his crown, his old face flushing a deep, fiery red. "Just now... just now that..." His mind was in absolute turmoil. He had only mustered the courage to say those words on the premise that Lilina's memories were still sealed. Now that her memories were not being sealed, hadn't he completely disgraced himself to the utmost?
Looking at the transport vessel that resembled a ghost ship, Xiong Qi smiled with satisfaction. He then commanded the Destroyer to accelerate and pounce forward.
Not to mention, ever since they got something like a water purification processor, even their overall mental outlook and morale were much better than before.
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He felt as though he had instantly transformed into the most professional drone pilot; crossing any difficult obstacle seemed to have become exceptionally simple for him.
Sima Jing thought to himself that if Yue'er knew about the decisive battle, she would undoubtedly clamor to stay behind. Should they suffer defeat and the enemy launch a massive offensive, any tiny mishap on her part here would be terribly worrisome.
However, this was the most rational method. If he were simply killed, Zheng Junhao's inner wrath would remain unquenched, potentially giving birth to inner demons. Therefore, Zheng Junhao intended to wait for time to pass, consume the inner core to refine his physical body, and then, using his most confident and proud physical strength, trample the opponent fiercely underfoot before stamping the life out of him!
"Xia Mengyou! Yun Feiyu! Ye Fenglan!" She called out the names of the remaining people as well, omitting only Liu Mengyao's name.
The objects dropped not far away lay quietly on the dust-covered ground. Fortunately, amidst the swirling dust, no one could see them clearly, nor did anyone step forward to pick them up.
After clearing the battlefield, Shen Kuan and the others hauled the provisions—which had been spared from burning thanks to the might of the Ten-Thousand-Enemy weapon—back into the city.
Ao did not look particularly pleased. Indeed, he was growing increasingly disgusted with Qingxian's habit of talking to herself.
Cursing in exasperation, Jin Wanqian was the first to leap onto his horse, flick his whip, and gallop away.
Hu Die looked at the members of the Li family with tear-filled eyes, yet she did not step forward. She wanted to approach, but her feet felt as though they were filled with lead, completely unable to move.
Wukong gave a soft cry, and a purple-gold precious sword appeared in his hand. Yang Jian looked at this sword in utter bewilderment, while the Demon King Bull was equally struck with shock.
Yan Yiyi and Chen Yan exchanged gazes. Chen Yan froze, while a playful smile tugged at the corners of Yan Yiyi's lips.
While it was true that he held some opinions regarding Chang Lei, he certainly wasn't deliberately acting contrary to him at this moment.
Xu Shu felt along the handrail, step by step, slowly making her way upstairs. No sooner had she reached the top than a pair of hands reached out to steady her.
It was impossible for it to possess the kind of influence that leaves behind countless precious childhood memories for generations, the way Earth did.
His daily routine was preternaturally steady and regular. Normally, after class, aside from homework, he rarely ever sought out extra problems to solve on his own initiative. Xi Xi, however, was different; it was as if she had no homework at all, and everything she studied consisted of things he couldn't even understand.
"Well, Apprentice-nephew Yang, are you satisfied?" Nanmu said with a hearty chuckle, his form of address having already been elevated to apprentice-nephew. In truth, addressing him this way was entirely correct; he shared the same generation as Yang Taiyi's master, Zhang Xian, so when it came to Yang Taiyi, calling him apprentice-nephew was only natural.
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If they were polite, you might leave with a few fewer parts; if they were impolite, you would be reduced to a handful of gray ash and carried back by others.
Once finished chatting with Pei Xiuji, Yan Yiyi and Pei Xiuqi sat in the courtyard for a short while before returning to the banquet hall.
Fan Jinhua approached him and tapped his glass against his: "Thank you very much for your warm hospitality. Fox Hunter is currently in the hospital, and I hope you can send someone to bring him back to recuperate."
Zhao Han twisted his neck and briefly assessed his condition, discovering that the previous frontal collision had merely caused a slight vibration to his internal organs without inflicting any serious damage. His heart instantly settled, and his fighting spirit soared even higher.
"Who are you?!" Lin Yue had already reached the stone coffin, and only at such close range did he see clearly that this gigantic stone coffin was densely covered with human skulls.
Though his hair was disheveled and his entire body in tatters, the upright heroic spirit between his brows and the air of arrogant pride with which he stood with his hands behind his back made him appear truly extraordinary.
These corporate representatives came almost entirely from the United States, involving industries such as telecommunications, automobiles, computers, the internet, robotics, e-commerce, and finance. Practically all major corporations capable of utilizing these data materials were involved.
A scout stained with blood came running from outside, his body covered in gore and a gaping wound bleeding heavily across his back.
However, as the saying goes, heaven leaves no dead ends. Just as Hogge himself had grown utterly hopeless regarding this hidden affliction, he happened to hear the news during a social gathering among provincial spirits that a renowned physician capable of curing spirits was living in seclusion in Grey-Cloak Lane, Peaceful City.
"Not good!" Realizing the situation was turning unfavorable, Yimir immediately retreated. But Su Minmin moved like a phantom; no matter how far Yimir backed away, Su Minmin remained stubbornly locked at a distance of a single arm's length, motionless.
"Are there any left behind?" Hu Yue asked without turning his head, continuing to inspect the operational map.
After finishing his angry roar, Qiao Naihe's throat even grew somewhat hoarse. However, the grievances that had accumulated over hundreds of years could not possibly be vented by a single outburst alone.
"Heh..." Niu Feitian let out a sigh. This opponent was simply too powerful; had he known it would come to this, he should have listened to Xie Tong from the very beginning and reported to the inspection bureau first.
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