Chapter 31: The Little Road—The Times Have Changed

"I've sent the method to you as well."

During their conversation just now, Zhu Yufang hadn't used her phone. Does this mean she had sent the file to herself while she was checking her messages?

Di Qiu raised an eyebrow, picked up her phone, and checked. Sure enough, that was the case.

"Then I guess that makes us a team," Di Qiu said with a grin, nudging her shoulder with his own.

Zhu Yufang simply lifted her chin and stood up, leaning on her crutch. "It looks like it's our row's turn."

As for Xian'er, because it was quite late yesterday, I let her stay at my place for the time being. Besides, our villa is one or two hundred square meters, a two-story duplex with plenty of rooms.

Meanwhile, Francesco was caught in a dilemma: should he go over, or should he not?

"Impossible... You think the appearance of a single Hydra agent is enough to shake the upper echelons?" Captain America said this, but his inner turmoil was even greater.

Montgomery had truly lost his temper now, cursing the referee as a fool. Ron Adams and a few other assistant coaches rushed over to drag the rampaging Montgomery away.

"Mind? Of course we don't mind!" all the sales representatives and designers around them shook their heads. How could they mind such a juicy spectacle? Besides, they all wanted to see who would ultimately land this deal.

On the first day Yang Di arrived at the training camp, he ignited the passion of the entire school. The area inside and outside the school was packed, and Yang Di handed out signed T-shirts he had prepared to all the players in the school.

However, since Guardiola had issued such a "warning," it didn't matter. They would just play in their normal state. Although Mallorca did indeed have the reputation of being the "Real Madrid nemesis," he didn't believe it would be an easy task for his team to defeat Real Madrid.

After getting out of the car, I checked my phone inbox one more time, but I truly didn't see any message from Tianhong.

This season, Yang Di's average rebounds per game had slipped slightly. Dwight Howard of the Eastern Conference's Magic had emerged as a powerhouse, grabbing an average of 15 to 16 rebounds per game with the overwhelming athleticism of a young man, becoming the most ferocious rebounding monster of the new generation and challenging for the title of Rebounding King.

She never brought her phone during program recordings to avoid any sudden calls during the process.

But she couldn't die. If she died, what would happen to her uncle, aunt, and cousin?

The gate of the fence was opened, and the savage bulls walked out in an orderly fashion, then proceeded to rest, run, or graze on the grassland.

"Master Xia, she is ignorant of the ways of the world. Please forgive her!" Qiao Chongyang himself grew nervous.

As the creatures most like gods, humanity offered great benefits to the cultivation of other living beings, but this was hardly a good thing for humanity itself.

At this moment, two patrol officers walked over from behind, and Yuan Bingning exchanged a few words with them.

In this regard, their teacher, Mr. Dahe, had tried to lecture Zhang Hua many times, but it was useless; his grades were just there for all to see.

Chang'an looked at him, feeling a sour ache in her heart, realizing that this mutual torment was truly pointless.

Du Dalei laughed. "If you want to know, I'll tell you. It's no big deal, but you took that kick for nothing—who told you to eavesdrop?" The three of them muttered for a while longer before heading back to sleep.

Along the way just now, Zhang Hua had told Al a whole string of stories about what happened after he picked up the system.

These Taoists were encountered by the human-bodied, snake-tailed mummified corpse in the mountains. Judging by their attire, they appeared to be disciples from some sect out on a trial. The moment they met, they started shouting about subduing demons and eliminating monsters, and this was the end result. If your fists aren't hard enough, you're the one who ends up being subdued.

Zhang Yang had also wanted to take the golden bell earlier, but because its sonic attacks were extremely powerful and his divine sense had been trapped within his sea of consciousness, it was ultimately shattered by a single punch from the Heavenly Demon Body.