Chapter 71: Mere Zhao Baitong, He Won't Envy You

The woman was quite young, in her early twenties, and possessed a rather charming appearance.

The man stared at Fang Zhixu’s stern face. He did not look like a particularly warm person, and given his faint intoxication, the man grew worried that he harbored ulterior motives.

Shielding the woman, the man asked cautiously, "What do you want?"

"I know the president of the children's hospital. I can help..."

Shortly after, my mother called my father and me to the table. Looking at the spread of food, my appetite was instantly stirred. Gazing at my parents and the bashful Yang Yi, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

After surviving that catastrophe, everyone was full of gratitude toward Chen Fan. They specially sculpted a divine statue to worship him, and every day people would come here to kneel and pay their respects.

Now that the opportunity was finally within reach, he could hardly contain his excitement, itching to lead a team out immediately and head straight for Lieliu City.

"Then I'll walk around a bit more," Zhou Shiqing didn't ask any further questions, nor would she peek at Jin Yuanbao's screen.

Since they were capable of controlling this place, occasionally opening a backdoor to let members of the Dragon Gate in shouldn't be too big of an issue, right?

With such a terrifying force, combined with the Wentian Alliance's natural advantage in the wilderness, unless the four major factions had lost their minds, how could they dare to make a move at a time like this?

"Hum!" At that very moment, a strange ripple suddenly manifested beneath the giant palm, instantly transforming into a golden hand that soared straight up from below, heading directly toward the giant palm.

There were a total of seven immortal realm experts flying in from afar, the strongest among them being a six-calamity scattered immortal who wielded a long sword.

The dyed-blonde punk's body shook, and he raised his weapon as if to hack at us. I hurriedly took a step back and glanced toward the minivan, where four more young men had alighted. Sporting a delinquent look, each of them carried a machete and charged straight toward our direction.

Seeing that scoundrel Wang Hao steer the conversation off track before they had even exchanged two sentences, Lin Shihanh wished she could give him a couple of fierce kicks.

However, these top-tier prodigies from the top ten of the Heaven Department at Liukong Academy were not all that far behind the absolute pinnacle of prodigies he had encountered within ten thousand years in the immortal cultivation universe.

As Su Chi was thinking of charging toward that alien demonic soldier once more, something slammed heavily into his back, causing him to stagger violently and nearly tumble out of midair.

Didi Witt punched himself in the face, unable to conceal the wave of frustration that washed over him.

"As long as you find it interesting, your matchmaking business will be relying entirely on this variety show to drive traffic," Hang Yu said.

With capital, technology, and connections, he believed there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. Of course, one also needed something presentable to offer. Aside from self-aware artificial intelligence technology, which would remain a strictly guarded secret, other derivative non-self-aware AIs could have a wide range of applications and were currently one of the hottest technologies around.

No matter what others said or did, nothing could stop Meng Luo's forward march. He would ultimately draw closer and closer to that trophy, whether in his past life or this one.

There was still a flying Quinn on the opposite side; if he stayed here any longer, he had no confidence he would make it out alive.

Hang Yougong had grown wiser and simply made traditional Chinese-style architecture his signature craft, promoting it everywhere. And sure enough, quite a few bosses south and north of the Yangtze River favored classical Chinese architecture and interior design, landing Hang Yougong five projects in recent days.

It was evident that General Ge's central command tent had caught fire, and Bai Xingzhi's men were charging this way. General Ge's army had been completely scattered and likely wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

His words could be considered an acknowledgment of Gu Yuehuai's medical skills. Yan Shaoyu beside her let out a sigh of relief, his previously taut nerves relaxing. After a brief pause, he reached out to tuck Gu Yuehuai's damp, sweat-matted wisps of hair behind her ear.

Thinking of how many meals of white flour steamed buns and bowls of rice their Northern Frontier army could afford this winter depended entirely on how much they could intercept from Lu Xu, the supply officer pinched his nose and squeezed out a smile with great effort.