Chapter 95: That's Not the Point, Is It?

Du Youran had just come back from a trip to the hospital after visiting the city lord, and the moment she arrived she said anxiously, “The superiors have issued an order. They want the granaries opened and the grain released to bring down these soaring food prices. What are we supposed to do?”

In a single night, she had aged by many years. Her skin was no longer so smooth and delicate, the corners of her eyes had developed fine lines, and a few white hairs had even appeared.

This was what it meant to be stripped bare by Cao Mang......

After the people who had climbed down from the vehicles saw the condition of this base, their expressions were hardly any better than those of the makeshift team.

It can treat high blood pressure and stroke, and it can also treat diabetes and anemia; it can cure otitis media, hemorrhagic disorders, liver disease, asthma, nephritis, stomatitis, and bad breath.

Xu Yan feared that something would happen to the family and repeatedly tried to persuade Zhang Shuang, but Zhang Shuang simply would not listen, leaving her helpless. The matter of Gongsun Zan’s marriage proposal being rejected caused quite a stir.

Listening to Xu Binming’s account from the front, and watching Bai Qi and the other three snatch survival from the jaws of death, Su Yuwei lowered her eyes.

At just the right moment, the phone buzzed in his pocket. Xi Cheng gathered his gaze, took it out, and after glancing at the caller ID, his brow tightened slightly.

She was nervous and panicked, though not because of this. She gave a somewhat guilty smile and tightened her grip on Han Junyu’s arm.

Su Yuwei’s eyes were far too fervent, and Tang Ruo, who had been completely ignored by her, could not help overthinking things on her own.

“Li Yunze, what if none of it is as beautiful as you imagine?” He Yining asked through a choke, her tearful eyes already blurring her vision.

Pang Tong seemed to think of something, and his face flushed bright red. His body had not been washed for half a month, and the grease and grime on his skin made it unpleasantly sticky. Suddenly, even he seemed unable to endure it, hanging his head in dejection and not daring to look straight at the woman whose purity seemed to shine from within to without.

Zhaodi kept people searching while she began looking for excellent varieties of fruit trees. Those trees had originally been planted as preparation for grafting. Thanks to educational films, although she had never practiced it herself, she knew the general method of grafting. She did not need to understand the principles in depth; it was enough to know that it could be done.

He was sincerely convinced by Zhao Yingyan’s wisdom, strength, and character. In his view, Zhao Yingyan was the best person to take over as sect master.

The Blood Demon Sword was the foremost killing sword of the Immortal Firmament. Even Pangu himself had dared not use it, which was why he had divided it into the Blood Sword and the Demon Sword. But now that the two swords had fused, the might of the original Blood Demon Sword had been restored, and with the suppression of the Mortal Descent Cave gone, the evil aura within the sword erupted forth.

“Qing’er!” Guan Yu let out a heart-rending roar, his body as if struck by a merciless bolt of lightning, unable to move even the slightest.

“Are you already in the car?” We had already agreed that Lele would come find me first, and then go with me to her home.

I forced out a smile. “Dad, there’s no need. I’ve already made up my mind.” Once I was out the door, my heart felt unbearably heavy. At first I had not thought much of it, but now my mind was filled with countless thoughts. If a man cannot even protect his own family and friends, then what kind of man is he?

“My thoughts are the same as yours. There is no meaning in this battle. To be honest, I don’t even know what we are fighting for.” Kiryu’s words perhaps reflected the feelings of ordinary soldiers toward this war.

“Director Liang from Dongxin speaks very highly of your work. He even regrets not having kept you at Dongxin back then. Why did you go into the government office instead?” Liang Jianwei of Dongxin was famously exacting, and earning his praise was no easy thing.

From the moment Huangfu Qi had suddenly embraced her just now, Meng Feina had sensed a familiar aura.

The Painted-Skin Ghost was stunned, not expecting Jiang Xie to ask such a question. At first, when the wound had been stitched, the pain had indeed been unbearable, and the Painted-Skin Ghost had wanted nothing more than to curse Jiang Xie’s ancestors for eighteen generations.