Chapter 26: Still Not Letting Go?

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Zhou Xiaomei welcomed them inside.

The house was not large, but it had two bedrooms, a living room, and a small kitchen.

Stools had already been arranged in the living room. Zhou Xiaomei invited them to sit down, drink water, and crack sunflower seeds.

Jiang Zhixun and Shen Qingqing had brought two cans of preserved food.

Chen Shaojie had brought a bag of White Rabbit milk candies.

Cheng Jingliang had brought a basket of eggs. “Steam some egg custard for Little Treasure. It’s nutritious, so he’ll grow faster.”

“It’s enough that you came. Why...

But today was different. While Liu Qi was busy, a convoy of more than a dozen off-road vehicles was traveling along the highway near the construction site.

“This way!” Feng Jiu pointed to the left and began walking in that direction. Xie Yutang followed behind him with his younger sister on his back.

Moreover, the Northeast had vast stretches of pasture suitable for animal husbandry, along with abundant mineral and forestry resources. Capturing the Northeast would solve the livelihood problems of several million people with Liaoning Province alone, even without counting the sparsely populated Heilongjiang and Jilin.

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The battle in the Jinzhou Garrison region was still raging, while Fang Yun had wiped out the enemy’s entire camp in the direction of Zhenjiang. Huang Taiji was both shocked and furious; Fang Yun’s rate of development had far exceeded his expectations.

But things were different now. He had already escaped the danger. Even if he could not defeat these pirates for the time being, he could still escape with ease.

After nearly two months of development, the rebel forces under Li Jiucheng had expanded once again to fifteen thousand men. It was said that they had also established ties with the Incense Smelling Cult, which had long been operating covertly in Shandong.

Strictly speaking, Shandong already had twenty official salt fields. However, since the salt produced by the field Fang Yun had opened was already being managed by the Qiao family, nineteen more official salt agents had to be selected.

The stray dog’s gaze remained fierce after its failed escape. When it saw Ethan, it gave several cold laughs but said nothing.

A gentle, soothing force slowly probed into his mind. As the force penetrated deeper, the monk first felt a strange tingling sensation. The feeling did not originate from any part of his body; it came from his soul.

Although he had not heard clearly, Jarvis had already identified him through voice-recognition software and displayed his identity before Tony.

Tens of thousands of demons from the vanguard army had died just like that. Who had done it? Was he—or were they—still here? Would the enemy attack him as well?

After recovering from the shock of learning where Yan Su had gone, Qiao Man launched into a tirade of complaints against Mi Liang. Later, she realized that blaming Mi Liang made no sense either.

Longjiang grew anxious. With more and more police gathering around them, the possibility of forcing their way inside without resorting to violence was growing slimmer.

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But she had been very thoughtful. She had bought luncheon meat, sausages, and ham when she purchased the instant noodles, so even though it was only a simple bowl of noodles, the toppings were still quite plentiful.

Mijia nodded, took the quilt from her, and gulped down a large mouthful. The cool sensation suppressed the burning feeling in her mouth, and only then did she exhale in comfort.

Sargeras merely kept sneering. He was waiting—waiting until the dark elements had completely assimilated Ainan before revealing himself. He believed that, with his abilities, he could easily take control of these unattended dark elements. After that, once he reclaimed the Titan body, Sargeras would sweep across all of Azeroth with an overwhelming and invincible might.

His voice was flat, and those few brief words carried an indescribably profound meaning to Lin Ning. For a moment, she did not even know what to say next.

The Mediterranean man’s eyes shifted. A sly expression spread across his face as he gloomily waved his hand, signaling that they should leave.

Mijia looked at the invitation in her hand. What she could not understand was why the woman still felt the need to pretend in front of them at this point. Had they not already torn away all pretense between them?

“Brother Yang.” Seeing me standing there in a daze for such a long time without saying a word, Yang Xiaoyu tried calling out to me softly.

“We are loyal subjects of Great Han, and we shall never coexist with traitors! Execute him.”

Lu Bu ignored Song Jian’s pleas for mercy and surrender. Paying no attention to Song Jian, who was dressed in imperial robes, he met his gaze with a cold, severe stare. Song Jian seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his cries for mercy instantly faded to a whisper.

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