Volume 1, Chapter 57: This Lutein Taste a Bit Off, Doesn't It?

At Cloud Sea Mansion, on the ground floor, just a few minutes after Yuan Lianqing left, Mother Wang, who had been sent away to buy pastries for her, returned.

Suddenly, in broad daylight, stars, moon, sun, and stars appeared simultaneously, hanging together in the firmament, transforming the vault of heaven into a surreal and ethereal painting.

Antonio was deeply gratified by Contini's newfound maturity: Indeed, there was nothing wrong with the Minister of Transportation's family driving a car; that was entirely understandable. However, if even the Minister of Transportation took the lead in using imported cars, public opinion would look dreadful. Using a Fiat was completely different—it was a national enterprise, and also the one most closely tied to the transportation sector.

"Gonggong?" Qin Hao knitted his brows slightly, not expecting that this seemingly unremarkable figure before him actually held a renowned title in mythological legends. That being the case, this fellow was certainly no ordinary character.

If they were truly allowed to launch their plot three days later, there was a strong possibility that he would fall victim to the schemes of the Tatar spies.

Douhet finally concluded his inspection tour of Germany and returned home. While passing through Munich, Contini suddenly recalled a matter and asked Douhet for leave, saying he wished to buy some Christmas gifts to take home for his family and colleagues in the Youth League.

Jiang Chuan contemplated for a moment and nodded in agreement. Liu Ji's thoughts aligned with his, and his words had been crystal clear.

Furthermore, the World Championships A-standard was 10.21 seconds. Jin Feng's time of 10.10 seconds comfortably surpassed the A-standard, thereby making Jin Feng the first and only athlete in China to achieve the World Championships A-standard.

"Aside from our five capital ships that managed to escape, all the other spacecraft are destroyed... The Interstellar Federal Fleet is like a pack of demons; they are invincible... We had better retreat as soon as possible..." Nat was completely terrified out of his wits by this point.

To be honest, he was not optimistic. Ancient martial arts masters were easily superior to modern ones. The anti-theft technology of ancient tombs, especially imperial mausoleums, possessed an unimaginable degree of peril.

"I must be having terrible luck. Just as business was finally picking up for a day, I'm wiped out again. Can your car help me tow my things? I'll pay you for it later," Li Shang complained.

"Ah! You don't understand. Xia Zhen is currently leading an army of over one hundred thousand to reinforce Xiangyang. Regardless of whether this war actually breaks out or not, Xia Zhen's defection to the enemy will pose the greatest threat to me. Everyone will use Xia Zhen's treason to force me, Shi Miyuan, out of the chancellor's seat," Shi Miyuan stated with absolute clarity.

Sure enough, after just a moment, everyone saw a helicopter flying at low altitude from the distance. Even stranger, the helicopter seemed to have known their exact location all along, flying directly toward them.

One morning during her shift, while on duty at the cafeteria entrance, Hong Yan caught two "bad guys" and hauled them by the collars straight to the dormitory door.

The bridge of the nose is one of the most fragile parts of the human face. Although these servants also belonged to the Yellow Dragon or Red Dragon clans of the Dragon race, possessing physical resilience vastly superior to ordinary Earthlings, they still could not withstand a punch square to the nose delivered by Han Xiao, which was imbued with genuine dragon Qi.

"That's right, you can call me Fangfang! Why the sudden question?" Fangfang suddenly grew nervous.

Standing outside the door, Ye Bai could be certain that Lin Fei was at home. After waiting for a long time without the door opening, he pressed the doorbell once more.

"Artillerymen, target two hundred paces! Ready—fire!" Following the shouted commands of the messengers, deafening roars erupted with a rumbling thunder across the city walls, instantly drowning out the battle cries of the imperial government forces below. Many recruits of the Vermilion Bird Army, still caught off guard, were temporarily left half-deafened by the concussive sound.

It had been drizzling gloomily for days on end, but now during the National Day holiday, they had finally encountered favorable weather. Naturally, they had to seize the opportunity to harvest the ripened crops from the fields.