Chapter 145: Ruan Mianmian Loses Her Temper

Valentinian cursed loudly, slammed the piece of parchment in his hand onto the ground, and viciously stamped on it a few times with his foot.

"You judges certainly know how to do your jobs!" As we walked up to the three of them, Kayxuan patted Yuan Yuan on the shoulder and said.

Wang Zhi had long anticipated this imperial decree. Although protecting the porcelain was the guards' responsibility, nominally, the person in charge was still the imperial artisan dispatched by the Imperial Manufacture Bureau. Since trouble had occurred under their command, the leader would inevitably have to bear the responsibility even if innocent.

This thought merely flashed through Han Chen's mind; he had no spare energy to be distracted, as his entire focus was dedicated to protecting himself and the Rhinoceros Staff.

Having barely managed to withstand an onslaught of headaches, Lucius gritted his teeth and endured it, though his body appeared even more frail. His face was pale, and he could only converse with Alessio while lying in bed.

However, in front of the sturdy stone walls outside the cathedral, the guards refused their request. After all, they were papal guards, and their primary duty was to safeguard the security of the Holy See.

The Vandal siege tower stood erected against the walls of Rome in that manner, stripped of all life, standing utterly desolate.

Walker shouted loudly, leading soldiers armed with shields and spears to fill the gap in the city wall left vacant before the siege tower.

Faced with an invincible force, Aetius made the wisest choice. He led his soldiers to quickly evacuate the battlefield, even though his ears were completely filled with the triumphant cheers of the barbarians echoing from behind.

Accompanied by this violent storm, Dragon Trace appeared. Enshrouded entirely in surging currents of air, he wore an angry expression as he gazed at Cubi from afar.

The lovely netizens watching the live stream could hardly believe what they were seeing; the FBI agents had actually all retreated?

"So that's how it is, I think it's pretty nice though." Zhao Meng actually tilted her head in genuine curiosity to look at the indoor lighting, her expression delightfully naive and incredibly cute.

Meanwhile, the scene unfolding within Wangjiabao Fort caused Li Zixiao's eyes to split with fury as he gripped the long saber in his hand tightly, a raging fire blazing within his gaze.

Li Hengxuan furrowed his brow, instantly guessing the man's identity—the direct personal disciple of the Ancient Sage.

"What about the other families? What is their situation?" Hou Xun took a deep breath and had no choice but to ask about other matters.

With those words, the rugged fellow strode over to stand guard in front of those horizontal tree trunks, evidently terrified that Wang Lun and the others might move them.

Even the Right Protector of the Fire God Cult, a once world-renowned hero and the Furious Lion King who had defected from the empire due to various reasons, had his bounty surpassed by this Red Eagle King.

"Damn it, could we have run into fresh recruits who don't even recognize me? Do they expect me to unfurl the Grand General's banner?" Shi Ying roared irritably.

Along a main street in the East District, a White Dragon Army standard-bearer spotted Qing troops charging over and immediately rallied the hundreds of White Dragon Army soldiers and militiamen behind the low wall, having them prepare to meet the enemy.

Zhu Wu was completely stumped by the question, pondering silently for a long time without a word in response. Drinking alcohol was about emotional connection, eating a meal solved the problem of basic subsistence, but drinking tea was an experience of the spirit.

Early in the morning, the sky was a pristine blue, dotted with a few scattered clouds—truly a rare and fine day.

Madam Zheng was in the kitchen preparing delicious food for the general and the grand general, watching the chef at work and learning whenever she had spare time.

Ocean: In real life, there is no such good fortune as buying a cake and winning an apartment, haha, it's just required for the plot.

Night Mo Xing had witnessed firsthand how extremely sparing of words Xiao Yi Chen was in the game. She was still immensely surprised that he could actually take the initiative to chat a bit with two people he had just met this time. It seemed he really did consider Fighting and Running as a friend to give him such face.

He spoke to her with increasing casualness nowadays, yet felt quite at ease. His fingertips continued typing as he sent the message to Zhang Chi.

She touched his undershirt and finally loosened her grip on him slightly. She wasn't cold, but he surely must be, so she allowed him to take her hand, lowered her gaze to watch his footsteps, and entered the house together with him.

Chi Zao glanced at him sideways, thinking to herself that once they got married, they would be officially certified as an official couple. As for the shipper fans, they could gradually accumulate them over time. Perhaps they wouldn't receive too many blessings at first, but as long as they did their absolute best, more and more people would come to favor them.

Huai Zhen slumped over the desk, watching several professors from Harvard, Yale, and Columbia successively hand out invitations to that progressive movement speaker. Perhaps the discerning mentors were eager to recruit talented individuals, but the schools had no intention of screening any further candidates for them.

That night, Han Shiyu took his younger brother to the Yuan residence to apologize to Aru. Although Aru held no favorable impression of Han Shiyu and felt an intense aversion toward Han Bailin, out of neighborly decorum, she accepted their apology since they had come to make amends.

"Alright, I will relay the message for you now." With that, he pretended to hang up the phone and then pressed a single button.

The man threw a vicious punch straight at Yang Hao's chest, only to see a flash of white light emit from Yang Hao's body the very next moment, violently repelling his fist the instant it made contact with Yang Hao.

According to the precise analysis provided by Huan Li, this new drug could extend the prime human adult years from thirty-five to around fifty years of age. In other words, individuals who used this medication would not begin noticeably aging until after fifty, while also extending their total lifespan by some ten to twenty years.

Yet, upon closer inspection, Ye Yun's appearance was quite a match for Toni. Unfortunately, a man's thoughts are rarely entirely pure, and the dark side is prone to overflowing at any moment, especially when confronting a man more handsome than oneself—at which point such thoughts surge forth like a tsunami.