Volume 1, Chapter 62: Even If You Strip Naked, the Commander Won't Look at You

Shen Qingran did not hesitate for even half a second, springing directly to her feet.

Looking at the documents handed over by Hao Youqian, her face was written all over with confusion.

Gu Pandi?

Who on earth was this?

She could flip backward through eighteen generations of her ancestors and still not know such a person.

Hao Youqian picked up his teacup and gulped down the contents.

Catching his breath, he continued, "I specifically had someone look into this. This woman gave birth in the obstetrics department of our hospital, and she has no particular background."

"Do you know her?"

Shen Qingran shook her head blankly.

Hao Youqian stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Doctor Shen, you must have offended someone. This woman is just a front."

Shen Qingran naturally knew that much, but the question was, who on earth could it be?

However, thinking back carefully, there had been nothing particularly unusual about their conversation, so I tidied my mood slightly and walked outside.

Choosing Meng Tian would require some effort, but at least there would be no need to worry about Ying Feng monopolizing all the power.

Being bullied right to your face and not even knowing how to fight back—Zhou Yi certainly did not consider that a good thing. Unable to stomach it, he stepped in and modified Tushan Honghong's concept. At the very least, a decisive Tushan Honghong could survive much better in the current era.

"Do you... still love him?" Without answering Su Shi's words, Yan Yujia asked back, staring straight at Su Shi.

Xue Rang refused to believe what Jiang Jie was saying, his gaze desperately trying to peer past Jiang Jie toward the spot where Ning Jing was.

Entangled by her like this, he suddenly found himself reluctant to leave either. As the Night King, apart from matters like procreating with Gu Gesang or engaging in intimate contact—which could not be delegated—everything else could easily be dumped onto his capable subordinates.

Cosmic Era 60352, Day 137: Drastic changes in the host's vital signs detected, initiating life-support system... Cessation of host vital signs detected, initiating body-reconstruction system... Due to insufficient system energy, the newly generated body for the host is incomplete.

Yet, watching so many classmates whom they had lived alongside for three years suddenly leave all at once, a profound sense of sorrow gripped everyone's hearts.

Luo Ya was not afraid that the other party was lying. Did he really think the Heavenly Sword Sect was so easily bullied? If they were mere swindlers, the Heavenly Sword Sect's Great Luo Golden Immortal ancestor would have long since sent down a sword to cut them down.

Deep within the earth, formations laid down by the Earth Deity were strung together by the dragon veins, becoming a part of them. With this smooth integration, the danger of the dragon veins expanding excessively and self-detonating was completely mitigated.

Back in the day, if not for Jiu Wubai, Xing Xuanrui would have long been dead. If not for Jiu Wubai, how could Ye Qingwu have survived? And if not for Jiu Wubai, even Wang Hao would never have had any hope of staying alive!

Youyou, whose forehead had just been flicked, covered her head and hid behind Xing Zeyue. They looked at the lanterns, wishing these hopes could come true. Slowly, more and more dandelion lanterns filled the sky.

Jimmy's eyes widened, both hands clutching his throat, but within seconds his eyes rolled back, and he died.

The leading man showed no fear upon seeing the flying sword attack, shouting to the others, "Kill!" A burst of black Qi erupted from their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, the men swelled to twice their size, ripping their clothes apart. Their eyes turned blood red, and their skin shifted to a reddish-black hue. Raising their sabers to parry, they batted the flying sword away.

After the meal, Tianxuanzi was arranged by Fengyi and the others to stay in an independent courtyard. He declined repeatedly, but Fengyi insisted. Because of their differing seniority, he could not be neglected. After arguing back and forth for a long time, Tianxuan—helpless against the four of them—had no choice but to move in.

Suddenly, a wave of suction emanated from the Haotian Mirror, drawing the surrounding red mist into it. However, the amount absorbed each time was minimal, just enough to keep a three-foot radius around the two of them free from the encroachment of the red mist.

Ouch, ouch... Knight Lev felt as if his head was about to split open. He seemed to have had a nightmare—an immensely dark nightmare. It felt as though he had been captured by that bumpkin from Locke County. Breathing heavily, Knight Lev opened his eyes to find himself draped across a horse, bound hand and foot.

Although Yang Yi's posturing, shamelessness, and thick skin disgusted the Queen, setting those aside, Yang Yi's methods made her heart tremble. She faintly sensed that the world would become entirely different because of Yang Yi's existence. Coupled with his sudden appearance, these associations naturally arose.

Just as Su Huang was escorted aside, Jiu Wubai furrowed his brow slightly. Many people revealed a hint of confusion.

Before all of that, however, he thought of someone even more important—yes, Annie.

The captain shook his head vigorously, continuing to smoke his cigarette. Clearly, his options were limited right now. As Lin had said, once this Ukrainian went ashore, the entire ship would be implicated, but he was probably worried that acting recklessly might provoke the Ukrainian into staging a mutiny at sea.

Fine then. Since it had come to this, she did not care to say anything more. Let things be done this way.

Taking a bath was not a waste of time either. If one's heart harbored no stray desires, there was really no difference between taking it or not.

"The Yin-malice aura here—could the two of you please gather some and take it down to the Underworld? Take as much as you can manage, don't strain yourselves too much, and I'll handle the rest! Please accept this modest token of appreciation." As he spoke, Mo Fei handed a yellow paper talisman wrapped around copper coins to the underworld emissaries before him.

Hearing these words, Yu Xi began to fidget restlessly. Flying into a rage, he gave his undead a severe beating in a fit of anger, continuously interrogating it.

However, Chu Tingzhang brought Engineering Master Zhou Youfu a powerful tool—a special armored train equipped with a 75mm mountain gun and a 320mm mortar. This gun had been improvised by the Japanese forces in Chiang Mai using surplus materials.

How could that be? Ling Modian worried. She had inquired in all the surrounding towns; if Mo'er's identity had been exposed, how could there be not the slightest ripple in the capital?

With the problem of hunger unresolved, even if Hao Jiali had such ideals, they remained mere fantasies—unattainable dreams. The harshness of life had forced Hao Jiali to become intensely realistic at an early age.

Yet all of that was sheer nonsense. Take that pile of offerings, for instance—while the old man was still alive, he hadn't even truly gotten to eat them. Some people were just like that; they would rather throw things away than let an elderly person eat them, only to pull them out and show them off after the old man passed away. Sometimes, you really didn't know what to say about such people.

Yang Mo's words were neither heavy nor light, but they carried an air of irresistible authority, causing Gao Huan and Hu Mei to tremble all over.

Pan Siyuan, naturally, could no longer put on a tough front at this moment. He could only slump despondently in his chair, motionless. Evidently, if this strike continued without any financial backing, something truly catastrophic was bound to happen.

Sister Lian had no idea how to respond. To say everything was fine would be untrue since Cheng Xue had yet to regain consciousness; to say something was wrong... well, the person had already been pulled aboard the ship, and she had a pulse and a heartbeat.