"No, don't overthink it. You have five more minutes. After five minutes, whether you have last words or not, you cannot escape death!"
Qian Ye showed no fear on his face. He was merely a part-time killer in the assassin organization.
To put it bluntly, even if the boss really wanted to cause trouble for him, he wouldn't dare.
Da Hei was afraid that the legendary gods wouldn't let it go, not afraid of what was below. Clearly, Da Hei had never gone down.
Given the desperate attacks from the Yuan Yan Allied Forces, they took only half a day to capture Coal City. Not only did they annihilate or capture over a thousand people within Coal City, but they also captured its leader, Huolang.
Fourth Master threw away the fire tongs, picked up a nearby wine pot, and said heartily, "Well said, let's finish them all!" Smoke rings curled up under the lantern, the fiery charcoal crackled, and the strong wind blew up the Qing Dynasty's flag, rippling and flying in the night.
After a journey of half a month, Liu Ye, who had returned from delivering a letter in Luoyang, finally returned to Chenliu with Zhang Miao, to Cao Cao's yamen.
Wang Chongyang felt that Zhang Ting's body was like a warm stove, and even the air she exhaled carried warm wind.
"I just moved, I haven't had time to notify you yet," Tao Aimin said, also with a cigarette in his mouth.
The leaves rustled, making the surroundings seem desolate and silent. Both were lost in their own thoughts, staring blankly for a while. As the sun began to set, the rosy clouds slanted down, painting their faces with a blush. Gradually, a hint of awkwardness appeared.
Last time, Lin Jing watched a food show that introduced traditional Northeast Chinese cuisine. Besides grilled cold noodles, it specifically featured a dish of pickled balloon flower, which in Northeast dialect is called "goubao xiancai."
When Zhao Ritian intended to attack Lin Yue again, Lin Yue decided not to clash head-on with him and instead aimed for a point to break through.
Shen Yinhe was sitting on the sofa next to the company's front desk, waiting for Li Suyuan and Li Tang to arrive. It wasn't a special reception; the recent events had been overwhelming, and she wanted to seize the opportunity while her best friend was free to pour out her heart.
The clash of claw and print erupted with unprecedented momentum on this mountainside, making the entire mountain tremble. The surrounding villagers were drawn by the commotion.
In his eyes, his love for Lu Jingyao, which had gone against his family's wishes for being mismatched, was finally about to bear fruit. The birth control items he had secretly hidden were about to be put to great use.
She was incredibly grateful that Jiang Chiqi hadn't actually sent photos; just dreaming about his photos made her feel unable to face him in reality.
His footsteps faltered slightly. You Shu was awkwardly caught in the middle. Reaching behind him, she quickly gestured to Qin Lin.
Looking at the mountains of coal, Sun Shang was filled with pride. If he persisted for a month and sold it all, he would have pork trotters to eat every day. The thought alone made him happy.
It was called a simplified version because there were no wine glasses on the water flow, only water gently flowing into the pool.
Bai Xiongji was also troubled, as his usual methods of recruiting people were not working well. He had no choice but to come and ask if the film crew had any needs.
Yu Chuxia was not too surprised. Being the spokesperson for a major power, resources for upgrading to a level three territory would naturally not be an issue.
"I'm really sorry, I can't accept this gift. You should take it back," Su Wanyan refused without even thinking, not even looking at him.
Besides the walnuts in the man's hand, it was his posture. Han Yu rarely sat like that, with one leg stretched out under the table, and his hand rubbing walnuts resting on the other leg, exuding a slightly improper, wicked charm.
A house in Beijing, at least twenty million; a villa would be fifty to sixty million, or even hundreds of millions.