Chapter Sixty-Six: The Battered Woman (1)

"I'm sorry, I took a fall a couple of days ago, so... I've been wearing a mask lately."
Seeing the scars at the corners of the woman's mouth and on her face, Li Mei's gaze flickered slightly. Meeting the woman's pleading look, her heart softened.
"All right then, come to work tomorrow. There's a three-day probation period..."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! I will definitely be here on time tomorrow!"
Watching the woman's retreating figure, Li Mei gave a soft sigh.
The woman just—
Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble! The next instant, forty-seven rocket-propelled grenades detonated, their flames merging into a single sheet of fire, creating a magnificent spectacle.
The day he received Jiang Yuhan's call, Zhang Hao drove straight to the county town, paying no heed to whether Aloka was angry or not. Before leaving, he simply entrusted household matters to her and Tang Tianlei, mentioning that it might take him a couple of days to return.
Yet within the air, there lingered a faint medicinal fragrance, so subtle that most people could not even perceive it.
Upon hearing this, the generals were deeply disappointed. While the power of the great yellow crossbow was formidable, it was simply too expensive. Five hundred of them would cost a hundred million cash, and moreover, even with the money, no one knew how to manufacture them. With time to spare on such idle pursuits, they would be far better off recruiting a hundred thousand troops.
Spiderman, who had originally intended to leap up blindly and bind his opponent with web-shooters, froze on the spot.
Yang Xiao truly despised these aristocratic scions. Since when were they all so wealthy that they had to come out and block his path to making a fortune? Did they even know how to cultivate tea? Why come out and compete with him? Were they simply having too much idle time on their hands?
According to the "Psychic Jump" technology previously imparted to them, a solo jumper could carry a maximum load of supplies equivalent to the weight they could physically bear by their own strength, which still held true even after enhancing themselves with psychokinetic energy.
His eyes narrowed slightly, deep within his pupils, two raging fires seemed to ignite. Just as he prepared to execute the Pulse-Slicing Technique regardless of the consequences, another spine-chilling sensation swept through his entire body once more.
Therefore, I am deeply regretful and sorry that my [Clear Song] cannot meet with you all as scheduled, nor do I know if we will ever cross paths again.
Such a multitude of doubts lingered in my mind, arousing immense curiosity regarding the identity of that woman named Aunt Bing. Furthermore, Xiaomeng's Yi Shuihan sword should have been bestowed upon her by her master, but shouldn't that sword rightfully belong to the deceased person? Could there be some sort of connection between Aunt Bing and that deceased soul?
The brother and sister smiled proudly, seeming quite pleased with the simple magical devices installed throughout the house. In this era, having such avant-garde magical installations was an extreme rarity, typically found only in the City of Magic, and the layout here was indeed modeled after magical metropolises.
Her time as a trainee at CL had been kept strictly under wraps; aside from a few friends in Y City, no one else knew.
"I haven't played in a while, let me try my luck. If I win, do I get to keep it?" Wu Zhao did not stand on ceremony and sat right in his seat.
When Mo Ran returned to the Land of Death, she discovered that Xifeng had already returned, though she wore a pouty, disgruntled expression.
Sports with high competitiveness and strong visual appeal, such as basketball and football, place higher demands on physical fitness than on intellectual capacity. However, a basketball or football player blessed with perfect physical attributes will still fail to go far or rise high if they lack a sufficiently capable brain.
Although Aminu's three-point shooting percentage was far from consistent, he felt quite confident facing such a wide-open shot.
Could this be a cellar? The Poisonous Scorpion Sect certainly went to great lengths to hide zombies in a place like this, Wu Zhao muttered inwardly.
Daoist Master Yunmao found himself in a difficult spot. Never before had a disciple negotiated terms upon seeking mastership; if not for his exceptionally stellar aptitude, he would have long since given up on bothering with him.
She took out her phone, opened her photo gallery, and looked at her past pictures with Siyuan. The tears that had just stopped began to flow uncontrollably once more. She found a solo photograph of Siyuan and handed it to the Prince Regent to view.