Chapter 45: Locations of the Six Production Teams in Tongxing Village (Cordially Inviting Book Friends from All Walks of Life to Co-Create a New World)

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Yi Zhongxiang chimed in from the side. "Just take them, sisters-in-law."
"All right, enough of that. You should get going now; I won't keep you any longer."
Having handed over the items, Liu Guoxiang feigned impatience to hurry the two sisters-in-law on their way. "It'll be dark soon, and the road won't be easy to walk."
Faced with such a sincere sister-in-law, the two Liu family aunts clutched the grain sacks tightly to their chests with blushing, awkward faces as Liu Guoxiang gently pushed them out of the Yi family's door.

Zhao Yunxue pointed directly at Zhao Ning and Zhao Jing, speaking in a loud voice, completely oblivious to the fact that Zhao Shunping's expression was growing darker by the second.

Huo Yichen looked at the few sheets of paper resting on the desk. Her emotions remained completely unruffled, though her heart was far from calm.

She took out the neatly folded blue ribbon from her bag. Seeing the letter K marked upon it once more, a hazy figure flickered through her mind. She glanced briefly at the ticket stub set aside nearby, paused for a moment, and then smiled, neatly packing the items away before returning them to her bag.

Although they were not as powerful as the divine envoys, if this divine power were bestowed upon the soldiers and weapons of various nations' armed forces, it would serve as an immensely effective aid in resisting the monsters.

Yuu recalled the moment; such an incident had indeed occurred. It was back when Zhang Yihan had stepped forward in the nick of time to stop the Fifth Brother from physically assaulting a waitress.

In such a short span of time, she had transformed overnight from an utterly unremarkable nobody into the wealthy tycoon everyone whispered about.

The mecha pilots below had completely lost their confidence and fighting spirit. If not for the deep respect they held for Grand Commander Zhang Jie on ordinary days, a large portion of them might have already deserted in secret.

A satisfied smile spread across Chen Yang's face, completely wiping away the foul mood brought on by being scammed at the beauty salon.

He simply liked her too much, and could not bear the thought of anyone else possessing her. Did Yan Mo really despise him that much?

She looked at the sexy, tall, blonde imperial-style beauty, then shifted her gaze to Zhang Yihan, who sat bewildered on the bed, and finally to the panicked Eloise standing beside him.

"Second Grandmother is far too careless. How could she casually blurt out the name of our medicine shop to a mere passerby? Who knows what kind of background this Young Master Shangguan might have? From what this humble maid observed of his manners and bearing, he is certainly no ordinary personage. What if he really takes an interest and digs into our background?"

Feng Jingyao let out a low, muffled roar from the depths of his throat. With a sudden burst of all his remaining strength, he rolled over continuously, instantly hurling himself right to the feet of Xin Wuneng. With a single hook of his leg, he tripped Xin Wuneng to the ground. Xin Wuneng screamed in sheer terror, his limbs going limp as he flailed about wildly.

"Oh, please! I'm a human being, and it's a sword—completely unrelated! What on earth are you blabbering about?" I shot him a thoroughly disdainful look.

The wandering ghost was also cowed by this terrifying aura, shrinking behind me without daring to utter a sound or make the slightest movement.

Hearing this, Yin Tianlei, who stood nearby, obediently shut his mouth. He knew he had gone a bit too far just now, but as the Golden-Eyed Sovereign's most loyal subordinate, silence was his only option.

Afterwards, Xiao Yiyun exchanged a few casual remarks with the experts from various sects before they departed, leaving Xiao Yiyun and his companions to enter the protective formation surrounding the village.

"Damn it!" Xiao Yiyun spat out the two words coldly. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes, and agony wrung his heart. Whether it was Peng Lang or the villagers, these were the people dearest to him, yet they had been brutally and innocently murdered. How could anyone endure this?

The catapult possessed a remarkably simple structure. One merely had to order men to pull down the end of the spoon-shaped arm, load a large scoop of heavy stones, and then cut the rope. As the counterweight at the opposite end plummeted, the stones in the spoon would be hurled forcefully into the air.

Perhaps had he dared to take even one step closer, Tang Yaotian would have been exposed; yet people often squander countless opportunities simply due to their own excessive caution.

"With me here, don't be afraid!" Hou Yuanru turned around and said to Xue Li with immense bravery—though it certainly would have looked more imposing if his hands weren't trembling quite so violently. He had no idea that Xue Li's stuttering voice wasn't caused by terror of Wang Ergun, but rather by sheer fright at the sight of him.