Chapter 63: Purchasing Grain (First Update)

No one is born with a liking for murder, nor is anyone born knowing how to kill. Brainwashed by terror, a young child named Haq picked up a rifle and followed in the footsteps of adults, growing up amidst the smoke of burning fires and bloodshed.

Upon hearing that it concerned the Emperor Ziwei, everyone's expressions shifted, instantly shedding their frivolous and cynical demeanor.

"What is there to be confused about? Just give it to the one who needs it most," Elidy said without hesitation.

Guidelines for the Opening Thesis: Candidates selected for the opening thesis must be exceptionally talented, morally upright, and possess a certain degree of influence among their peers. As the opening candidate, they must ensure they can provide maximum inspiration and assistance to subsequent candidates.

Seeing Gongsun Zhi driven back by the impact, a fierce glint flashed in Gongsun Chou's eyes. In an instant, his body closed the distance to Su Zheng, his five fingers transforming into eagle talons as he lunged directly for Su Zheng's shoulder.

Rigidity seized Sigrid's frame. "You know my identity? Could it be that you, too, were sent by my father?" Her emotions flared with agitation.

Could the Prince Regent show leniency even toward a crime as grave as executing officials and seizing a city? Jiang Dingzhen pondered Zhu Pingjin's imperial statecraft, a knot of doubt forming in his heart. Fortunately, he caught sight of the composed Li Sixian in time and quickly reined in his expression, ensuring no trace of his perplexity leaked outward.

By now, you should all be able to tell that, thanks to Director Zhang's out-of-this-world script-selection prowess, we consulted with Wang Tiao and decided to kick off the era of holographic projection cinema with the most classic tale of China as our premiere offering.

That very evening, a news broadcast on Liulin City's television station aired a report that had all the town's citizens applauding in approval.

Yet when those emotionless eyes fell upon the two severed halves of the Shiva Sanctuary's master demon hunter lying on the ground, a bone-chilling frost born of the underworld nearly froze the air solid.

Stepping outside, she found Su Yan and Xie Fei sitting side by side. Even though neither spoke a word, the entire atmosphere between them was unusually harmonious.

Affected by gamma rays, Dr. Banner transforms into the Hulk whenever anger takes hold; Steve Rogers, the successful pioneer of history's very first Super Soldier program, is none other than Captain America; Tony Stark is a billionaire, playboy, and Iron Man; and finally, Thor is a god hailing from Asgard.

"Hmph, looks like you'll have to keep bashing them," Mariah Carey said, not even receiving a nomination. She lifted the remote with vexation, turned off the television, and chimed in with instigation.

Just then, in another part of the battlefield, Hu Buran brought his blade down, finally cutting down his nemesis, Zhao Yu.

Song Ya compared the two men in his mind. Although Daniel had provided immense help regarding his philosophy of life, he still favored Mottola a bit more—at the very least, Mottola's feelings for Mariah Carey seemed genuine, whereas Daniel remained entirely inscrutable.

"Good! We'll do as you say! Big Fool! Don't make a move yet; wait until all these zombies come out!" Ma Tao instructed.

As automobile manufacturers, AVIC Auto and Dapeng Auto established their own racing teams purely to better promote their respective brands.

Only advanced fighter jets like the J-10 and J-20 could truly be considered completely independently designed and developed by China—fighter jets that instill pride in the hearts of the Chinese people.

How could things have escalated to this point? Huzi’s lips were far too loose; how could he spill everything the moment someone asked?

It wasn't that the sword possessed any particularly unique features; judging purely by the blade, it was an unsharpened bronze ornament, yet it carried an aura closely resembling the Daoist arts.

"Why wouldn't it? You're still perfectly capable of knocking me flat, aren't you?" Influenced by the portly uncle, Rudolf's spirits had lifted considerably regarding his impending trip to Alice's home.

The technical director seemed accustomed to such matters; both Madonna's video and Morrissey's negative reports had been ordered personally by Cappucci, so he showed no hesitation now.

"Lord Hokage," Iruka raised his voice, "Lord Hokage, if Naruto is the son of the Fourth Hokage, why has no one ever spoken of it? Why keep it hidden from Naruto for a full twelve years?" A sharp gleam flashed through Hyuga Hizashi's eyes.

"I am aware of that, so for now, the Scourge must not advance into City S. When the time is right, I will notify you," Ye Tian said, glancing at Zhuge Ming and the others.

——Men sometimes need to be a little strong, and they also need to be able to endure a touch of pain.

This revelation instantly offered a glimmer of hope to street-dance practitioners who had been fumbling blindly in the dark. It was as though people dwelling in eternal shadow had finally laid eyes on the light, eagerly rushing forth to pursue it.

Amen, Big Tanuki, may the Great Matoi-gami protect you. May you step on, crash into, and encounter nails at every turn next time. Ideally, may you even have a nail blow out your chrysanthemum while you sit in a chair—that way, I am certain Flat-Beak Lun's record will sell like wildfire in another realm. *Withering chrysanthemum, full of stained sorrow...* Don't you agree?

"Is that so?" Killer Bee paused briefly before falling silent once more, taking a seat off to the side.

However, the Divine Infant Avatar was currently just like Nangong Ping, having merely comprehended mustard-seed space and the force within it. Therefore, even if it attained godhood, it could at best be a god of the cosmic space, rather than a god of other realms.

I had already reviewed the materials Zhou Yi gave me before coming here. Although Huang Jiu had quite a few businesses registered under his name, the only one of any real caliber was a restaurant—though that restaurant was weighed down by a mountain of debts.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'jianghu matters are resolved in the jianghu'? Can we afford to cross someone capable of killing Guo Xun?" Tang Hua remarked.

"What did you say?" In truth, Lu Yubai had heard him clearly; he merely wanted to tease Ye Xingkong, and to do so with a deadpan, serious expression.

"I can't bring myself to hate him; I can only hate myself... I want to tell him I don't blame him, but the words refuse to leave my lips! Even if I no longer hold it against him, he cannot let go of it himself. Why deny me even the chance of being friends? I only wanted to die and be done with it, so why must they bring me back to life?" Gu Xi's weeping echoed endlessly.

I let out a loud shout and charged forward, yet everything before my eyes vanished entirely. Pinpricks of light began to emerge in my field of vision, and my sight gradually returned to clarity.

The originally relaxed and pleasant atmosphere instantly turned agonizingly awkward because of this single interlude.

"Don't you know Zhang Hao went and stabbed a big boss's son? Tell your uncle where he is!" Zhang Ziye's eyes were bloodshot.

"It's still unclear. Brother Yu has already gone over, but since we don't know how many people the other side has, we should leave first!" said a subordinate.

"Just now, I went to see Madam Lu. Madam Lu is the employer of the private instructor arranged by Boss Lei," Shi Guang explained, wishing to clear up any impression Wu Xing might hold that she was pulling rank with her employer.