Chapter Thirty-Seven: Big Brother! Let’s Talk This Over, Put Down the Knife-Depois de ouvir pensamentos, a protagonista usada como ferramenta enlouqueceu(Quarenta e sete noites ao crepúsculo)

Within the secret realm.

"Shesha, what do you think those people are doing?" Jiang Zao hid stealthily behind a cluster of bushes, carefully observing the few figures in black who were behaving quite strangely not far away.

"Their aura... it doesn't feel like that of your human race." Shesha observed them closely; although they concealed their presence exceptionally well, she still sensed something different.

"Not human?" Jiang Zao asked, looking to her for an answer. "Then what could they be?"

The liquor in the pot had already steamed sufficiently. After removing the remaining water, the distilled liquor was poured back in to be steamed once more, requiring a low flame to reduce the moisture. At this point, the initial batch of liquor had reached over seventy degrees proof.

"Mr. Mo?" Jiang Zheng and Xin Su exchanged glances, both astonished. Having both dealt with Mo Yiyue, they knew he possessed world-shaping talents and unfathomable supernatural arts; Yixiao’s restlessness in the Central Province was entirely due to the absence of him and the Marquis of Yunzhong.

As for the newly surrendered soldiers, they were skeptical. How could this be? Everyone was a prisoner of war; even if you, Hai Tao, were formidable, becoming an officer in the camp—and a high-ranking one at that—was simply too unbelievable.

Only by further elevating the strength of the evil spirits and puppets could their combat effectiveness soar to a higher level.

At this moment, Zhang Baogen had already released the primordial spirits of two gods and demons through his spell. To release more, he had to further raise the octagonal stone platform to alleviate the pressure on the Demon Abyss King; otherwise, it could not execute more powerful ghost-realm techniques.

It seemed the strong laborer was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice me coming in. I gave a light cough and smiled, saying, "Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" The laborer heard my voice.

Seeing that Pei Donglai was unwilling to disclose his relationship with Ji Hong, Wu Yuze, Xia Yina, and the others felt a bit disappointed, but they did not press further and proceeded to enter the elevator one by one.

"Get lost." Uncle Qin kicked Haiwazi with great dissatisfaction. Haiwazi whined twice and, not daring to disobey, retreated to the side. It was used to this; every time it discovered a target or prey, it didn't necessarily receive a reward, and more often than not, it earned a couple of kicks.

I stared at this description with wide eyes. It really was an NPC, which left me speechless. I swear this is absolutely a bug; have you ever seen an NPC attack a player?

With the city gates closed for several days, the doubts in everyone's hearts grew deeper. However, Han Ran was the absolute authority in Fengzhou, and no one dared to meddle or ask questions. They simply followed orders: those guarding the city kept their posts, and those managing supplies handled the grain. Everyone performed their own duties.

Fifteen hundred crates. I'll send ten or twenty crates to the relatives on both sides of the family to soothe their wounded hearts after losing money at cards.

Feng Hao countered all the nations that had sent spies and agents to Haotian Island by replacing them with his own operatives. Whether they were clones or Terminators, the production costs were high, making them unsuitable for total replacement. Thus, they served only as appetizers; the main course—the Demon Project—was being launched in silence.

Mu Shangtian exerted all his strength, and that long-lost burning passion flowed back into his raised right hand.

"If the album sales can maintain this momentum, a diamond record is not impossible," Zhao Zhuo said with a hint of "modesty."

Ai Huasi handed a black stone and a pale white ring to Bai Sha. Bai Sha looked at the two items and nodded in satisfaction; this was the equipment he intended to use to defeat Xuan Yuanpoxie.

A cold sentence completely shattered the self-confidence he had just built. This was not the pride a report card could bring, nor what those red checkmarks could provide.

Looking at the familiar figure, the long legs, and the enchanting, slender waist, Feng Hao blurted out her name.

The large vineyard adopted a free-range model with minimal management. We only pruned the grapes on the vines in May or June and trimmed the branches in the winter.