Volume 1, Chapter 44: Everything Will Come in Time

Damn it! Who the hell is he acting so high and mighty for? Isn't it just a beat-up tractor?
Sooner or later, our Ninth Team is gonna get a tractor of our own!
Yet deep down, Old Four Zhao had zero confidence.
Because the old village chief simply didn't have Lu Yang's guts, nor did he have such thick skin.
Let alone heading to the county seat, even right now, the old man's face was already burning red with embarrassment.
Rest assured, Young Master, this matter will be handled properly! answered Commander Li's wife in a crisp and decisive tone.
The situation had descended into chaos just as Zhu Da had anticipated. All they could do now was press on, check if anything managed to survive in Zhengjiaji, and then push toward their target.
A white aircraft with red markings grazed the clouds beneath a dome-like sky. This large airliner, belonging to China Eastern Airlines and fully loaded with passengers bound for Tokyo International Airport, had been flying against the backdrop of the azure sky for some time now.
He hadn't seen her in days. Compared to this life-saving medicine, catching even a glimpse of her mattered far more to him.
Since Lord Envoy had already helped this ninja, Sanjiro Hanzawa had no choice but to leave, clutching his sword in utter displeasure.
When he returned to Uncle Xiang's house, he discovered that the captured blade had been re-wrapped with cloth by Uncle Xiang, and both the hilt and the guard had been adjusted.
Standing in the position of the summoner, Xing Tianyu found himself locking eyes directly with that eyeball, and an ineffable terror instantly welled up within his heart.
He himself would inevitably lose his former glory because of this, and likely bid a tearful farewell to the virtual world where he could chat lightheartedly and sway the destiny of nations.
That's not really a problem, as long as we can control the scale properly. You know what the combat effectiveness of the Shanxi-Sui Army is like—these delivery boys actually dare to pick a fight with us? Any random battalion commander under our command would dare to take on an entire regiment of theirs.
When the nineteen of them gathered together, Sect Leader Hong cast out three formation stones, instantly enveloping them. Outsiders could neither see them nor hear what they said, just like the time before.
When the enemy troops advanced to a position about one hundred and fifty meters from the defense line, Myer ordered the musketeer units to open fire.
Just like now, the instant his right hand touched the wooden carved dice, an image suddenly flashed into Lai San's mind. Inside the sealed dice cup, three dice showed one, three, and four spots respectively. This image was none other than the exact contents hidden inside the dice cup before him.
Let's go, let's head to the other tribe by the stream to find out the cause, Liu Jingyu said after pondering for a moment.
Some time later, Li Yan and his parents personally made a trip back to his ancestral home in Guangxi to visit his grandfather living in the countryside.
Not far away, amidst a stretch of yellow sand, a man in black felt his natal mother gu wriggling frantically inside his body. Sensing this, the man in black knitted his brows together. Although unease filled his heart, the erratic movement of the natal mother gu told him that something must have happened to the natal child gu.
The expressions of Xuantong and Bai Yan shifted, not out of shock upon hearing of the human race, but because airing such a matter publicly effectively forced them to take a stand and make a choice. They either had to side with Fumang or align themselves with Emperor Qiongluo.
Pursuing the target to the edge of a jungle, Wang Xiuwu suddenly vanished, and dozens of soldiers rushed out from the woods, brandishing swords and sabers as they hacked toward Jiang Liu. Seeing the faces of these soldiers, Jiang Liu was startled. These were actually the very same troops he had killed during the daytime—could they be ghosts coming back to exact their revenge?
Although he had long been unable to find anyone to engage in intellectual discourse with, he had not given up. If he were to give up even on this, wouldn't his joining the Worthies Assembly go completely to waste?
Upon coming out, Yue Jingyan heard Xiongxiong and Iman discussing these matters. Struck by the pain of the past once again, she no longer felt it was quite so shameful to speak of. She could sense that Iman did not blame her, and that was enough.