Chapter 45
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As the pioneer of the blitzkrieg, the German army achieved exceptional coordination between infantry and tanks, enabling the two forces to work together with remarkable efficiency.
The person he was waiting for today was Wei Zhuang. Problems that baffled him might find clarity in Wei Zhuang's mind.
As the Primordial Dao Ancestor, he had racked his brains trying to attain the Dao, eventually choosing to achieve the Heavenly Dao Sage status through the decapitation of the three corpses.
Look at everyone present, whether soldiers or the men of Master Li—every single one of them was a towering, burly fellow who looked mighty and powerful at first glance.
"This is actually an illusion formed by killing intent? How is that possible?" Uchiha Sasuke, having broken through the illusion of the Blade of Killing Intent, widened his eyes in shock as he stared at Orochimaru, as if he could see a thick purplish-black gas surging around Orochimaru—that was the lingering resentment of those he had killed, the very embodiment of killing intent.
Given the current German intelligence network in the Soviet Union, they were naturally aware that the Iron-Blood Wehrmacht had gathered a vanguard combat force of 300,000 troops in Ulan-Ude. Previously, the Iron-Blood Wehrmacht had launched a lightning-fast surprise attack that wiped out over 10,000 German soldiers, leaving the German military with lingering fears.
Gong Shaoxie glanced down at the bag of chocolate he had bought. He had never expected to be praised by An Zhicheng, which came as quite a surprise.
King Zhou's body shook violently, and his consciousness instantly cleared completely, freeing him from the state of bewilderment.
The tea on the table had grown ice-cold, yet the steam was still rising faintly from the liquid, though nobody knew how many cups had already been poured.
Feng Wu glanced sideways at Ye Xiangjun, a woman's intuition telling her that this playboy was involved once again. However, seeing her son's expression, even though she knew he was acting, she still couldn't bear to refuse. She nodded and said, "Alright." She would find out in half a month anyway.
Having gained some experience, Zhao Ruozhi gritted his teeth and began to lift his other leg, his hands gripping the dead grass for dear life, clutching it as tightly as the only remaining hand beside him.
Lin Qingshu, who was chatting with Su Yan nearby, happened to overhear their conversation and chimed in with a smile.
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It was just that the difficulty was a bit high. She was on the bank while he was in the water; the height difference was completely different from being in a bathtub, forcing her to kneel to scrub him.
The handover time had finally arrived, and Ge Bi Feng departed excitedly with a few pears. Pears were nothing particularly valuable, but they were rare in this season, and coupled with the fact that Ge Bi Feng's wife loved pears, he acted this way.
The handsome emperor stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at Min Jiao, who was half-kneeling on the ground and weeping pitifully.
If they were to find out that the Consort wanted these silks just to make clothes for the bizarre creatures kept in the Floating Flower Palace, one could only imagine how wonderful their facial expressions would be.
A pitch-black giant python hovered in mid-air, slowly slithering around Su Jin while coldly glaring at the pearl-white wolf king that had just been batted away by its tail.
"Alan and the young madam are biological siblings," Yu Yun said, shedding his previous frivolous demeanor to answer seriously and carefully.
Such precious items were sent to her day after day as if they were worthless. If she didn't like them, she could simply throw them away, or at least bestow them upon other imperial concubines as a favor—that way it wouldn't be such a waste.
"President..." she called out, never expecting that this fellow would also dress up like this... She could not clearly discern his probing gaze beneath the feathered mask, but she could feel the oppressive aura emanating from his body.
Hao Nan's expression remained completely unchanged as he coldly gazed at the Heavenly Emperor Cat. Although its oppressive might was terrifying, it must know very well that now was not the time to wipe him out.
It was yet another piece of deceptive and instigating rhetoric, but none of the veteran explorers dared to expose him. After all, this was a process every newcomer had to experience. Sure enough, after listening to Zhao Junjie's theories, the depressed look on Jiang Lan's face regained its radiance. The veteran explorers all sighed inwardly, feeling helpless.
Only then did I realize that the short, fat man was pointing at Shen Yiyi. No wonder—Shen Yiyi was so striking and dressed in a white long dress; it would be a wonder if she weren't breathtaking.
With the Imperial Sovereign standing before her like a towering mountain, Qing E naturally did not dare to act rashly. Her dread toward this master of the heavenly realms grew a fraction deeper with every single encounter. Now that her family had fallen, they no longer possessed the capability to put on airs before the Heavenly Palace. In order to preserve her family's lives and this patch of land, Qing E walked on thin ice indeed before the Heavenly Emperor.
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Regardless, Sakura still needed to gather six Pokémon. Along the way, Lingxiao had pondered quite a bit. For now, his two nearest targets were tentatively set as the talking Gastly from the original work and the Aerodactyl currently slumbering underground.
I want you back! Come back, my wife and my love. Many years ago you were already mine, and only I am the destined companion to walk through life with you.
After Mu Meiqing transferred schools, the time I spent with Octopus and the others increased, which also meant the time spent in the computer room increased as well. However, a piece of viral news soon pulled us away from our computer room days: the sophomore basketball league was scheduled for mid-November, and naturally, every class had to participate.
Yet he could not hear me. I covered his freezing feet with my hands and went up to their bedroom on the third floor. Pushing the door open, I saw Tongtong lying on the bed with a flushed face, eyes half-closed. Hearing the sound of the door, he forced his eyes open to look for a moment, and then woke up.
Wen Yichu felt an indescribable sense of intimacy toward this dog, and she trusted it implicitly not to mess things up.
She knew this mindset of hers was wrong, yet she always tried to find comfort by recalling the good things he had done for her.
To be honest, Zhou Qinchan truly had not expected that he had already gained such a resounding reputation in the capital, to the extent that even these nobility had heard of it. It seemed that sealing the wolf mountains at Langju and carving inscriptions on the Yanran Mountains had always been regarded by the Han people as the supreme glory.
Besides, in his two lifetimes before and after time travel, Zhou Qinchan had never encountered disaster relief and had zero procedures to follow. Rather than blindly fumbling around, he might as well honestly follow the old man, who looked exceedingly experienced.
There is a vast difference between sincerely defecting and being driven to no other choice. The former will wholeheartedly offer strategies and suggestions, while the latter is very likely to perfunctorily go through the motions and even look for an opportunity to leave.