Cocoon Woman Village (Part 16)

When formulating the battle plan, Bai Zhizhan and Liu Xiangzhen found themselves at a significant impasse.

I finally understood the origin of her elegance; how could I, a golden bird trapped in a cage, compare to a shearwater soaring freely beneath the blue sky?

Huilisha found the official course of tank warfare troublesome, so she only engaged in tank competitions. At Truth Academy, the tanks used for these competitions all had two-person turrets, unlike the German Type III tanks, which, weighing less than 20 tons, adopted three-person turrets.

As expected, the long-range fighters deployed on Laysan Island had already arrived, beginning to provide air defense cover for the 22nd Special Mixed Fleet.

Therefore, he concluded that Su Cong had not committed suicide but was silenced by someone, though the method was so cunning that it had yet to be discovered.

As for the three open underground caverns, Lu Xuan merely glanced at them without plans to venture in—at least, not before breaking through the Dao Creation Realm.

"Master Lu, please speak. Whatever you propose, I will certainly agree," the Sun King said with a smile.

According to intelligence acquired en route, at least three West Luosha armored brigades had crossed the Volga River near Volgograd.

Furthermore, due to the inability to park carrier-based aircraft on the right side of the takeoff area and the need to clear the angled landing deck, only a few fighters remained on standby.

"This massage session has drawn more attention than official competitions; nothing like this has ever happened in Olympic history... For this, we invited Professor Niu from the Traditional Chinese Medicine College," another host remarked.

The City God, sometimes called City Lord in certain regions, is the local official of the underworld, originating after the Zhou dynasty's investiture of gods by Ziya.

However, Sophia’s character was indeed resilient. Neither physical nor mental exhaustion could break her spirit.

In the end, unable to resist, Mu Ling consented to her wishes and agreed to let her act. Over the years, with the Mu family backing her, she naturally flourished.

"If you hadn’t said that... would I have spilled coffee on you? You deserve it!" Xie Jie noticed Gu Pan’s once gentle gaze turning cold, his tone less forceful than before but tinged with unwillingness as she defended herself.

There is a place within the heart inaccessible to others, yet today it was conquered by a bowl of plain rice porridge. I wonder how that uncle is doing? Has he found happiness?

The raindrops continued to pour down relentlessly as Xiao Xin lifted her gaze. Everyone faces setbacks in life; those moments that once felt like unbearable pain will, in time, fade away, lost to the passage of years.

Bai Linghuai was stunned, eyes wide as she looked at Wei Meng. But she also saw the look in Wei Meng’s eyes—lost in the intoxication of a French wet kiss, utterly captivated. Not only did she notice his lecherous gaze, but also the moan that only a star like Yui Hatano could produce.

After Ruftrien sent the message, barely a minute had passed when a ripple of magical energy appeared not far from where they stood.

She looked at his stiff profile; since coming in, he had not once met her eyes. Was she truly so insignificant in his view?

He was the director of the design department; those under him knew his face well, but as a newcomer, there was no chance she was a designer at this company.

In the pitch-black darkness, Tang Yun held a cigarette between his lips, fumbling to find his lighter.

Sensing Bai Qianman’s intention, Gu Beimo kissed her again. As soon as her words began, they vanished.

"I'm leaving now. Study hard; learning comes first," Wu Weixiong said shyly, then strode away.

Yet his attempt at blowing smoke rings was clearly a failure—not round, nor distant. Wei Songping always envied Yu Ci, who could blow smoke rings that were perfectly round, slow, and far-reaching. Despite many attempts, he never succeeded. Later, Tang Yun learned from him but ended up even more off course, which was only natural.

Jiang Chengxuan’s speed was astonishing. That afternoon, a single white rose sat on Xia Yuxi’s desk.

Everyone looked over to see Li Dalu, the steamed bun vendor. His business thrived, and he was honest and well-regarded. Customers called him "Uncle Li." Lei Xiao had bought buns from him once and thus knew him, though somehow, a dispute had arisen.

Annie was speechless. She still had one thing left unsaid: this was a setup orchestrated by her father.

After confirming Bai Qianman was unharmed, Gu Beimo once again turned coldly toward He Jiaojiao. Seeing both Gu Beimo and Zuo Mucheng appear, He Jiaojiao was momentarily afraid.

Because Ye Han directly harnessed the fierce vengeful spirits, transforming them into skeleton soldiers, such a tactic stunned the ghostly enforcers. It was the first time they realized one could challenge the Purgatory Tower in such a way.

It turned out Wu Yong had done this deliberately—to more authentically portray Wei Qiong's character, he deliberately left his pajamas open, exposing much of his body before Xue Yaha.

Recalling these past events, Chen Hua was filled with mixed emotions. Fortunately, despite many twists and turns, it had at least begun well.

Within two minutes of the message’s release, three senior military officers suddenly entered the arena’s monitoring department.

Though not adept at geomancy or earth arts like the great earth masters, he could still discern the general quality of feng shui.

"If you dare kiss me, I’ll bite off your tongue, hmph!" Xuanyuan Muqing threatened.

To avoid awkwardness, Zhong Sixin quickly pulled Wu Yong aside, saying, "Don’t mind him. Officer Lan, come sing for us. Everyone agrees, let’s honor Officer Lan with a song, shall we?"

"This, this..." He Gang panicked further. Had he not checked the almanac before leaving? First, he encountered a more arrogant scoundrel than himself; then another he dared not provoke. Wishing to yield but fearing loss of face in front of others, he was at a loss.

In other words, regarding their work and dealings, Li Mei had not expressed complete trust in him.

The mother and daughter chatted while cooking; within a short while, the meal was ready.

Now, Wang Erhei, having gathered the residual power from his past life combined with the cultivation of the "Fragmented Jade Ancient Spirit," instantly ascended to the realm of the divine.

Still, these thoughts remained unspoken; she dared not admit aloud that her son was henpecked—it embarrassed her.

End of page three.