Chapter 62: The Assessment

At 17:18, Nanchu arrived at the production team's campsite, where she found five items of food.

She was in no rush to have the director verify them, choosing instead to wait for Yumiao.

After twenty-odd minutes, Yumiao hurried over, having found three edible items of food.

Nanchu gave Yumiao a pomelo and a chili pepper, bringing her total to five items of food.

Nanchu told Yumiao to wait a moment to see if any other guests would arrive, so they could share with them if necessary.

Xu Li himself had already become a member of the Political Bureau of the CPC Central Committee a few years ago, and was even considered by outsiders for a time to be the most promising candidate to become the new supreme leader of the nation. However, Xu Li had never expressed any opinion on the matter.

Li Yu ran into the Palace of Earthly Tranquility with all his might, but once he crossed the threshold, he was too breathless to speak, and could only lean against the palace wall, panting heavily.

"No need, a single punch doesn't feel like much at all, it's not even enough to warm up my joints." Xiao Ze shook his fist dismissively and threw another punch without hesitation.

Seeing Tianyue's furrowed brow, Xu Li knew that today's itinerary would likely have to change. He had originally planned to take Tianyue, who had never been to the capital, to climb the Great Wall, but seeing as she was struggling even to walk, the two of them might have to spend the rest of the day indoors.

On the fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Governor Yang Tingzhang of Zhejiang and Fujian presented seventy-two bottles of honey lychees, and Governor Wu Shigong of Fujian presented forty-eight bottles of honey lychees, making a total of one hundred and twenty bottles respectfully presented from both locations.

At this moment, the Evil Sovereign curved the corners of his lips. From his expression, it was evident that he had completely changed. His fingernails grew longer and longer until they finally pierced directly into Wei Yining's flesh.

This man, Fane, was a veteran National Security Agency operative with numerous loyal subordinates. His defection was tantamount to triggering a storm, and his confidants subsequently disappeared one after another under mysterious circumstances.

Seeing that the situation seemed to be deadlocked, Xiaoyang tugged at Lin Mehan's arm and blinked at her.

Under the muzzle of a gun, everything is futile. Putting on a tough act and arguing stubbornly will only bring harm to oneself and one's child.

Zhao Feihu said nothing more. Ever since these soldiers had witnessed his "cold ruthlessness," they had deliberately distanced themselves from him, a fact for which he could only offer a bitter, inward smile.

Upon smelling the scent emanating from the bottle, the students turned and asked the old man.

Amidst the biting wind, the man stood tall with his bow drawn. The surrounding frost swirled and converged toward that long arrow, and even at such a distance, Jiang Ling could feel just how astonishing this single shot would be.

"How long has it been since the Star-Glory clan suffered such a massive loss? This is an entire continent! Now not only has the spiritual Qi been polluted, but the very origin has been severely depleted as well. I even worry whether this place can ever return to what it once was," Xi Fan shook his head, saying with deep grief and sorrow.

Only Seventh Master Lu grew increasingly suspicious of Liang Xiao, leaving him with no way out and forcing him to serve him wholeheartedly.

Upon hearing the word "Varia," Delola finally revealed a trace of surprise. Furthermore, she felt an unusual deterrent pressure emanating from the imposing [Spacetime Dragon].

Receiving the attack command, the hunter swung his long whip and ruthlessly lashed at the defense-position monster on the inner side, causing a spherical virus to scatter into particles.

"How magnificent!" Lin Muyi was the first to exclaim, while Xia Yanyan also wore an expression of profound shock.

The sound of the zither grew somewhat crisper, just as the sound of falling rain rose outside the door, the raindrops tapping gently against the window.

In familiar private quarters, with simple changes in light and shadow, Murong Xiao no longer possessed his previous enthusiasm for creating worlds.

Fire arrows still posed a significant threat to those siege engines. Once coated with burning oil, the adhesive property of the fire arrows was quite strong, causing considerable trouble for the siege towers as well. Thousands of fire arrows embedded themselves into the siege towers, the burning oil clinging to the wooden planks and igniting into roaring flames.