Chapter 50: I'm Not Blind

Ying Shu rushed home and immediately hopped back onto her electric scooter to leave.
Ying Li stood by the window and shouted to the departing figure, "Didn't you say you wouldn't be back for a few days? Why are you back so soon?"
"I got the delivery notice, so I came back!" Ying Shu shouted back loudly, then accelerated toward the vegetable market.
Not knowing how many vegetables and fruits the other person needed, she simply bought a bit of everything until two large woven snake-skin bags were stuffed to the brim, after which she headed toward Ginkgo Alley.

Fortunately, the old Taoist priest still had a shred of conscience left, and Zhao Hao hurriedly cast elementary healing spells on him one after another to staunch the bleeding and mend his wounds.

After the Song army occupied Suzhou city, they posted notices to pacify the populace and carried out a series of aftermath operations, gradually restoring vitality and normal order within the city.

Having had an engaging conversation with Coach Hill, Sun Zhuo had breakfast at his house before rejoining the team. They were flying to Chicago today to prepare for Game Three.

"There's an entrance here, let's go in and take a look," Qing Tian'er said in a low voice, casting a glance at Tang Xin's extremely gloomy expression.

"Besides, have someone bury the dead body," Bai Jianli instructed. "You can't spot a single issue from the corpse itself; this wasn't killed by human hands—it's the work of a demon."

Inside the refugee resettlement camp outside the prefecture city of Jizhou, heads bobbed in a sea of people. In just over half a month, the homeless and starving refugees continuously sent up from the various subordinate counties and districts had reached over a thousand.

Wutugu had no choice but to send scouts out again. Dragging on through the delay, the sky gradually grew dark. When night fell, Wutugu ordered his men to ignite bonfires and wait for the scouts to return.

Lifting his chopsticks, Wang Gang picked up a mouthful of Great Chu blood duck and popped it into his mouth. After chewing it carefully for a moment, his complexion instantly turned pale.

There was even more wondrous news! Qian Tong picked up the spirit-testing stone and recited an incantation. An image of a young man appeared within the stone; his facial contours bore a faint resemblance to the bearded uncle, but he was evidently much younger.

Wang Dagou was illiterate, so he curiously asked the official who issued the waist pendant what exactly was written on it.

"What if it turns out to be a son?" Lin Xi asked. Wang Ming reached out to gently stroke her abdomen, his face filled with tenderness.

"Huh? My wallet is missing." Seeming to sense that something was amiss, Ji Jie instinctively reached into her bag to take out her wallet, where her ID card and other documents were kept. After rummaging through it, her brow furrowed. She spoke to Wang Ming, her tone calm and devoid of the slightest panic.

Without the sounds of soldiers hacking at one another in battle, nor the steady rolling of drums during combat, a deep sense of foreboding surged within Lü Bu's heart.

Seeing their steward, Jing Guda, step forward, Dorgu in the carriage originally had no intention of emerging. But upon hearing that this town-guarding Niru Ejei was so unappreciative of favors and insisted on searching the two carriages, a blazing fury surged straight up into his heart.

Chengyou looked at Xize and said, "Imperial Father, I will draw a bird for you to see!" With that, he began to draw with great enthusiasm.

Qianzi followed into the inner chamber with exceptionally light footsteps. Yunqing was seated before the vanity mirror; only the two mistress and servant were in the room, making it exceptionally tranquil.

As for the specific circumstances, since Father Han was not involved, he wasn't entirely clear either. However, even Master Luo had obtained an official title, so the Luo family in the capital must have gained even more substantial benefits, which could be seen from the gifts they sent to their own household this time.

Calculating the time in his heart, Lister could not help but lick his lips. Although those two traps hadn't consumed many points, they embodied a great deal of his painstaking effort. Once they failed to detonate successfully, they would instead provoke the Soviets into launching another island-wide manhunt, which would only make things far more dangerous for Lister.

"To think you still remember me! It's a rarity for you to call, and an even greater rarity for you to come and see me." On the picturesque campus of Harvard University, Mo Xuan pouted her lips with rare playfulness, looking thoroughly displeased with Xu Zhuo.