Chapter 111: You Can Lower Yourself to Speak Too?

Lu Jianwei and Li Fengying returned together to the residential compound. Just as she finished freshening up, Gu Huaizheng came back.

The higher authorities had decided that the discussion regarding the fighter jet blueprints and data submitted by Lu Jianwei would be held within the military camp. Several top national experts in aircraft research had to come over here.

Among them were elderly scientists, some in their eighties or nineties, who had traveled thousands of miles. Gu Huaizheng had been assigned in recent days to receive them.

He also had to find time to visit Honggang Farm; earlier, he had just come from there.

Tong Guan and the others were very optimistic, for they considered even the sixteen prefectures of Yan and Yun to be well within their grasp, let alone a mere Liao Dong bandit like Apothecary Guo.

But what worried Madam Zhang was a different matter altogether. Still, she trusted her own abilities. In her hands, even the direst situations could be revived.

Zhang Xian, a man of formidable martial skill, could sense the presence of Unheard and Guo Jing. Though they concealed themselves in the shadows, Zhang Xian clearly felt the oppressive aura they exuded.

Senior Brother Jiang Haijing’s brief remarks about their world’s iceberg tip astonished Han Luo greatly.

Meanwhile, the wise men of the Jin Kingdom, including Wanyan Xiyin, had already fully mastered artillery technology. After the war, they even specially gathered those craftsmen and artillerymen back.

“Because…” Luo Lan suddenly lowered his voice, leaning in close, “my lady and a large retinue are still waiting on the sea, not yet docked.” As he spoke, the image of Asina flashed through his mind.

Here, one family truly found joy and harmony, but the Su family’s situation was far more complicated.

“If you two don’t want your arms cut off, you’d better not touch them.” Just as two shirtless youths were about to succeed, and the Chen sisters’ faces showed panic, a cold voice suddenly rang out beside them.

“Who are you, and how did you get into my house?” Song Paiyu smiled as he entered his living room, but felt a chill at his neck, followed by a crisp voice in his ear.

Above Moke Di City’s skies, the rulers at this moment were thousands of strange bats and various demon birds made purely of bones. Surrounding these creatures was an eerie, black aura that supported their flight, giving off a most sinister impression.

Yet behind this matter, whatever story lay hidden, both nations were uncertain. However, King Edward VII of England had privately sent a telegram to Li Ningyu. The contents remained unknown for the time being.

Zhang Liang murmured softly, then made no further delay. With the Reincarnation Pearl in hand, he swiftly followed the group, speeding into the distance.

After finishing the wedding photoshoot, preparations began for the wedding festivities. Red envelopes needed to be ready, as well as performances, games, gifts for attendees, and several wedding cards to commemorate their sweet, happy day.

It was truly terrifying! An invisible net had already been cast over our heads, filling me with a sense of helplessness deep inside. I had only just evolved to a level five strength—how could I possibly contend with such a vast power?

Zhao Weiming was sweating profusely. In truth, he had considered setting no traps at all, but unfortunately, Jia Zizai had revealed the plan beforehand, and such matters couldn’t be resolved with a stalemate. Then he realized something—he had even forgotten where he placed the traps moments ago. The sockets were so densely packed it was difficult to distinguish one from another.

Lei Li wielded the Purple-Gold Thunder God Blade, his face devoid of any fear. The immense power radiating from his body made him appear overwhelmingly formidable. The swirling purple-gold cyclone around him suddenly vanished.

Zhang Liang clasped his hands together, landing first at the fork of the great tree. After a brief pause, he flew toward the left branch.