Chapter 120: Where Are You From?
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Finally, Dong Chichi resumed preparing her meal. Seeing these raw ingredients, the train passengers were quite amazed; they never expected to be able to get white rice at this time. Cao Bin was truly impressive—she wished he could stay with her so she could learn more survival skills from him in this apocalyptic era. At the very least, during such times she... one move after another, the renowned Bi Shouxuan was defeated by Xu Qian, though Xu Qian held back, not intending to kill Bi Shouxuan. Li Zhe remained silent. Griffin’s two recent attacks seemed somewhat eager for credit, but since he managed to break through, there was nothing to say. The newcomer was none other than Wang Fugui. His steps were light and airy, yet within a few breaths he had reached Xu Qian’s side from afar. But as long as one could ignite passion and enjoy more than others, what did it matter to carry the weight of eternal infamy? After my death, let the floods engulf everything. “Don’t talk nonsense...” Li Zhe felt a headache coming on; Philip was just as stubborn as ever. He threw himself into his grandfather’s embrace—he hadn’t hugged him for a long time. Memories of the past flashed before his eyes, and he suddenly felt he had been immature. Ling Zihan’s face bore an inscrutable smile; he completely ignored Roger’s question and began recounting his dream directly.
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In other words, any offensive skills have no effect on me here; you must rely on methods beyond brute strength to survive. “Ye Baihu, impressive skills.” Nangong Yu admired Ye Qingcheng, giving him a thumbs-up. “How did you manage that?” he asked curiously. Kakashi Hatake couldn’t help but rub his forehead—so all that earlier subtle hinting was for nothing? Tao Zhulu had no choice but to yield to Lan Ziyi, so the Tao brothers and Lan Ziyi set off together toward Erlong Mountain. Those reporters, eager to make money, only softened their tone briefly after Mo Jingyuan’s warning; it was just a temporary truce. Sitting in front, Song Fang and Xu Rongyan, whether intentionally or not, kept kissing and taking photos occasionally, making me in the back seat feel quite awkward. I wonder if Ye Hansheng felt the same? Just using my big toe, I could guess what was going on, so I followed along to the execution ground as if compelled. It wasn’t that Su Nan didn’t want to share the joy or anything else; the problem was, if everyone went to Ao and the others’ restaurant today, then again tomorrow and the day after, Su Nan would definitely pay. But whether Ao and the others would accept it was another matter. “Success.” Zhang Yuan nodded slightly. No need for more words—they all knew what was being asked. At the same time, the waste material released during the growth of the thorns was gradually absorbed by Jeg.
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The three approached the hospital room together, their expressions varied as they looked at An Ruoran lying on the bed. Although removing or leaving that bruise wouldn’t decisively affect whether her memory could recover. Compared to the men who had courted her before, this man in front of her had a very good influence on Su Miandian—he was not only handsome but also spoke in a way she liked. After the holidays, Lan Fei had nothing special to do—dressing beautifully every day to date An Jinping, spending her free time tending flowers and brewing floral tea. Li Fengjue himself didn’t know why he was so obsessed—what did it matter which man Tang Zixuan was with? Yet he simply couldn’t bear to see Tang Zixuan show any closeness with any man. Madame Pei kept glancing toward the restroom from time to time. But after waiting a while longer, An An still hadn’t come out. She shot him a sidelong glance and resumed her breakfast, but everything tasted sweet as she ate. Because Gu Jintian was present, Xia Qi was even more eager to reveal the true nature of his relationship with Li Ling to others.