Chapter 52 White Dove

Wen Li and her companions were heading to a small town in District B, which served as the supply point closest to the fallen city.

"Guide Wen, those little brats don't know any better. I apologize to you on their behalf." It was the first time Cruz, a battle-hardened and iron-willed man, had ever humbled himself to beg someone like this.

And it was all because of those reckless brats under his command!

This morning, just as everything was ready and they were about to set off, that punk Wally suddenly had a fit of madness, blocking the guide and inviting her to watch some shark do a backflip.

Although dark brown sugar and light brown sugar each have their wonderful uses, their value is ultimately quite low. The occasionally seen light brown sugar on the market only fetched a little over two hundred coins; if refined white sugar were to hit the market, even a price of ten strings of cash would likely find eager buyers.

The strength of Chu Xiao and Mo Shen was evenly matched. Driven by their respective standpoints, they sparred without any regard for Cao Ge's face.

Therefore, the only thing he needed to do right now was to cultivate. Given his method of cultivation, there was no need for him to deliberately avoid this wedding banquet.

"Disciple, what have you learned from your master's words and deeds today?" Old Man Huang felt a responsibility and obligation to enlighten his new disciple, Wah Chai.

Wells picked up another photograph. According to the caption at the bottom, it showed the Finnish industrial city of Viborg under bombardment by the Soviet Air Force. In the picture, the entire city was completely shrouded in dense smoke, and many buildings had already been destroyed.

Towering trees grew everywhere, and unknown birds danced in the sky, their colorful tails measuring a full two meters long.

"Oak... rubber tree? The one you tap for rubber?" Levi recalled something. This pathetic man seemed to know him... he just couldn't remember for a moment where he had heard of him.

Lin Yuzhi did not waste such a good opportunity. Before the Soviet troops could form a combat formation and while they were clustered together in a chaotic mess, he reported their assembly position to the artillery commander.

"Dead." It was unclear what emotion the other's tone conveyed; it wasn't quite a deep sorrow, but rather held a more complex sentiment—and Levi was no protagonist, so he couldn't definitively interpret the exact meaning behind the other's expression and tone.

At this moment, she was giving Saya a final physical re-examination to determine whether she had any critical issues.

Why go to such lengths? Could it be that for the sake of forging artifacts, one could disregard even their own life?

In exchange for paying me a 150,000 credit consulting fee, I was to have my name credited in this film. Back then, under financial strain and in a moment of bewilderment, I committed an act that brought shame upon society.

Upon seeing their captain, two members of the medical squad cried out. At this moment, their expressions were slightly complex, filled with both the joy of a miraculous recovery and the grief of a fallen comrade.

As the story goes, Grand Tutor Wan Lucun entered the palace once more. This time, he headed straight for the Palace of Earthly Tranquility to discuss the grand strategy of saving the country with the Empress.

"If that's the case, I really must take a trip to the Demonic Dao Mountain first," Jiang Chang'an said thoughtfully.

Moreover, he had already paid for this consumption just prior, so it was only natural that Yu Ji knew about it.

Only Jiang Chang'an's eyes were deep and lost in profound thought. It was clearly visible that the two carved murals were evolving deep within his pupils, branding themselves into his mind.

Picking up the paper left behind by the other party on the table, he lowered his head and silently departed with Gao Sheng by his side.

Que put away her wild, fierce smile, her upper and lower teeth grinding gently together to produce a heart-chilling, grating sound.

"In front of so many classmates, you practically shouted at the top of your lungs to tell everyone that I am going to encounter 'misfortune'."

Eventually, the girl simply moved into my room and squeezed into the same bed with me to sleep.

Who in this world would go to such elaborate lengths to target me? Aside from that Yin Gong whose identity remains unknown to this day, I can think of no one else who would want to deal with me.

Putting so much effort into a single team alone did not seem to align with Wen Qingxuan's previous plan.