Chapter 59: Second Master Xie Behind the Scenes

"This morning, out of respect for Director Lin's decision, we kept our mouths shut. But now, Comrade, aren't you being completely unreasonable? Do you think you can talk nonsense without any consequences? What does it have to do with us that your son ended up like this?"

"As the production team leader just said, your son was bitten by a snake because he tried to catch one himself, and then he rolled down the hillside. What on earth does that have to do with the Educated Youth Xie? What gives you the right to demand that Educated Youth Xie pay with his life for your son? Do you think you're still a landlord from the old society, acting so arbitrarily?"

As for the evening? It was better to just lie down, go to sleep, and pick it up tomorrow. After all, barring special circumstances, people generally don't work overtime directly at night.

She was an extraordinarily plain and ordinary beauty, clad in pure and simple garments devoid of any dazzling colors. With her head slightly lowered, she let her long hair cascade down, veering across her unadorned face.

At that moment, a sudden epiphany struck me. The most terrifying creature in this world is not some ferocious lion or tiger, but the human heart. The human heart is the most terrifying and cruel thing of all.

Ah... Rome wasn't built in a day, but these thirty million energy points truly provided Zhao Yi with a massive surge of motivation, and even more importantly, a profound sense of confidence! A grand blueprint was also slowly taking shape in his mind.

As for the small fraction who managed to hold out until the finish line, most of them were among the earliest departures. When these people set off, there were still leaves, grass roots, and similar things along the roadside, so they survived on those as they pushed forward.

The eunuch's voice was shrill and piercing, its echoes reverberating intensely, causing the hubbub and laughter in the grand hall to cease abruptly.

Night Silence closed his eyes, letting those emotions battering his heart assault his chest from within. His fists at his sides were clenched so tightly that the veins throbbed violently.

The fundamental reason was that they were fighting on an uneven battlefield; the slightest carelessness would result in the entire Victory Team being wiped out here.

This battle-dragon process thoroughly refined the previous dragon veins, transforming them entirely into reservoirs for storing thunder-attribute dragon qi, thereby laying a solid foundation for future battles.

He himself was wearing a soft armor made of flood-dragon gauze, which he had obtained from Luo Wendao. As it turned out, that congenital expert today was wearing the exact same kind; otherwise, that fellow might well have been blown to pieces.

After all, under normal circumstances, more data is naturally better. Having a data cap implies that various aspects are subject to restrictions.

Fang Qinggu shook his head. "I don't understand traditional opera and cannot evaluate it. I am merely saying that the feng shui here has been tampered with."

When it came time to eat, due to the large number of people, Ju Ye and Kurotsuchi, being among the few males, brought another table over from another room and pushed it together with the existing one.

Even if something was following close behind, as long as one moved at full speed, it was entirely possible to shake the pursuer off.

If not for the faith in her heart, and the fact that Qin Yang used Tang Chen's whereabouts to threaten her, she would never have gone this far with him.

A familiar voice called out to Lin Xiaojin, and upon hearing it just once, she recognized it instantly.

She sobbed, her cyan-blue eyes wide with terror as involuntary, physiological sweat and tears blended together, blurring her vision. She tried hard to stay calm and find a way out of the predicament, but her mind inevitably went blank and chaotic, overwhelmed by excruciating pain.

If these people managed to survive, they truly owed a debt of gratitude to Lin Xiaojin and her group; fifteen days later, their lifespans would be extended accordingly.

A cell phone broadcasting a live stream was left on the table. Amidst the clinking of glasses and toasts, wine spilled onto it, and during a scuffle, someone's palm pressed down on the screen, accidentally launching the broadcast.

Sasori was still sitting on the veranda, repairing a puppet different from the previous one. I suspect that, relying on the fact that she is no longer flesh and blood, she has practically done nothing since arriving in Konoha except tinker with puppets, never moving an inch from that veranda.