Chapter 116: The More Elusive, the More Desired

No one had anticipated that the heavy favorites, analyzed by countless experts, would be eliminated one by one, leaving Croatia and France to face each other in the World Cup final.

If not for the World Cup, Lu Yu would have known very little about this country, located in southeastern Europe at the crossroads of the Mediterranean, the Balkan Peninsula, and the Pannonian Plain, with Zagreb as its capital.

This nation only gained independence from Yugoslavia in 1991, with a total population of about five million.

Although Chen Yi did not understand the full details of the situation, he knew that Demacia would not arrest someone without cause, especially a general of another nation; such an act could easily spark diplomatic tensions or even lead to war.

"Excuse me, are you selling peace apples?" the boy in glasses asked, his voice timid.

Even though most of them were accustomed to great storms and trials, their composure was as fragile as a child's when faced with this question.

"Ugh—" The momentary tug on her soul caused Jiang Ruo a flash of pain, but it was immediately followed by a steady, continuous stream of energy.

With just a few words, Gu Lie successfully stirred up the emotions of everyone in the research group.

The pearl of the Wind Clan extended a delicate hand to assist, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a smile. The group talked happily, discussing the Great Dao, each gaining their own unique insights.

There are many things she could simply laugh off, but... there are also many things she cannot share. Because, you cannot help me.

In the days that followed, neither Bian Yuanhang nor Hong Shuqiu took the initiative to send the other a text message.

At this time, the misfits in the queue gathered in small groups of three or five to chat. Because the inspections had become much stricter, the pace of customs clearance had slowed significantly, leaving them with nothing to do but chat to pass the time.

Theoretically, firearms were not prohibited in the competition. However, to prevent excessive lethality, the caliber of the guns was restricted to three millimeters. Any part of the body struck by these bullets would be rendered immobile.

Li Shuangxue, whose mood had improved due to her fantasies, lost her earlier desire to take her anger out on the staff, holding her neck high like a proud hen.

Xing Heng limped back to the Fire God Mansion. No sooner had he stepped inside than he saw his father, Zhu Shou, pacing the main hall with a dark expression, his entire body engulfed in raging flames.

"You have no idea, Xia Xue worked so hard to look good on camera this time; she must have lost dozens of pounds, right?" Yang Yali said to me.

Yun Jin’s entire body was rigid, a cold sweat breaking out on his back. He took two deep drags of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. Amidst the swirling smoke, he kept flicking his lighter, unable to produce a flame, which helped him calm down a little.

She was naturally not the most beautiful, cute, or gentle woman he had ever met, but she was precisely the one who made him feel most at ease.

Earl Xuanyang was already furious with Zhao Ming'an for causing him such trouble, leaving him frantic, disheveled, and the subject of ridicule at the Ministry of Revenue; these words hit the mark perfectly.

It was just that, judging by his mother's attitude, she did not intend to provide much of a dowry, as the eldest sister was having a difficult time in the palace, and there were two younger sisters waiting to be married off below.

But if it could not be accomplished, then forget about any sense of prestige; he would surely be mocked by everyone, high and low, for who knows how long, and it would take even more immense effort to manage the household in the future.

After carrying half the load to the halfway point, Su Jin sat by the roadside to watch over it while Qin Lang returned to retrieve the other load.

Although Lady Luo had never truly held power, she had, at the very least, observed how the Empress Dowager governed. Thus, she maintained an imposing posture; even with her youthful face, she could be quite intimidating for a time.

It was not until Jing Dan emerged from the private washroom carrying a basin of warm water and nearly stumbled in a moment of distraction that he strode forward, steadied her, and took the basin from her hands.

Lin Mansheng’s face was devoid of makeup, revealing her to be a truly delicate beauty. It was a pity that, aside from her fair skin, there seemed to be nothing particularly striking about her, even the color of her lips being a pitiful, pale shade.