Can this thing still live?

Two grown men actually turned out to be inferior to a goose.

The dodder on the bridge no longer moved, lying as quiet as an ordinary plant. A closer inspection revealed that it seemed to have lost its moisture and was gradually withering.

Qin Bainian poked it with a shovel, "Can this thing still live?"

Qin Baisong replied uncertainly, "Probably."

The vitality of plants is extremely tenacious; some can take root and sprout even if just a broken branch is stuck into the soil.

Afterward, the others also agreed it was possible, so the subsequent course of action was thus decided.

Feng Yaohua failed to snatch Shen Yaohua and immediately returned to Luo Jingnian's side, using his own spiritual energy to resist the thunder and protect them both.

Over ten thousand workers were building water conservancy projects within the territory of Bainuku, which possessed a rich and dense network of water systems.

The phrase "orphan and widow" struck like a blade directly into Wu Minzhi's heart, twisting it with sharp pain.

In just these past few days, more than just one or two mobile games had popped up; dozens to hundreds of mobile games had already begun entering the public eye.

She had originally intended to find Ning Xiguang to clear things up, but before she could even approach the carriage, she was intercepted by the guards stationed outside.

After Chen Yan retired from the military, driven by the adventurous spirit in his bones, he went to Alaska in the United States, successively taking on some of the world's toughest jobs as a gold miner, lumberjack, wilderness search and rescue team member, and Bering Sea crab fisherman.

"Now I've done what I ought to do, and my conscience has long been clear. You're bent on seeking your own death, so what does that have to do with me? Could it be that your esteemed mother is an unreasonable person, and if you die, she is bound to blame it on me?" She blinked her eyes mischievously and asked Wu Minzhi in earnest.

While the absence of enemies was certainly an advantage, this was not a residential facility after all, and living here would be extremely inconvenient.

Shi Lei walked over with a dark expression, reached out with both hands, and hoisted up the two fellows who still had no idea what was going on.

The shrieks from the inner hall became even more heart-rending, accompanied by the sounds of shattering porcelain and heavy objects being knocked over. Everything sounded utterly terrifying, unfolding just behind that folding screen in the inner hall.

Yet upon arriving here, upon seeing that twenty-nine-year-old old man and the dilapidated yet tidy environment, his heart was flooded with a surge of fury, utterly obliterating every thought concerning himself.

Weber acknowledged that the strength of the people before him was indeed formidable, because neither he nor the four priests had any significant capacity to resist these Sky Islanders.

Yet, despite this warm sunshine, the ninja of the Hidden Rain Village felt no warmth whatsoever; instead, it felt as piercingly cold as descending into hell.

Once the Holy Sea God Empire became the target of public criticism, coupled with the turbulence at the center of power and the chaos among the nobility within the empire, even with the formidable abilities of Riven Nalong, there would inevitably be a period of internal turmoil. In this way, the external environment Zhou Mo desired would be achieved.

If the Root were completely absorbed, the Fate world would become like the worlds Yagami Taiji had previously traversed—upon his departure, it would freeze in state, only resuming operation when Yagami Taiji returned.

However, Porto players had already been lurking for the latter. James Rodríguez charged in from a diagonal angle, using the instep of his preferred left foot to curl a brilliant, arcing shot that bypassed Sirigu's fingertips and zipped straight into the bottom-left corner of the net.

Judging by their builds, these men were Russians, the only ones capable of possessing such rugged physiques. The various firearms they held happened to be precisely the ones Ning Fuchen intended to order.

Blessed with the golden finger of a super memory, would it not be a waste of talent not to score high on exams and satisfy the ambition of being a top student?

Yi Yao shared this feeling, which she had harbored for a long time. When Qin Mo brought it up this time, Yi Yao suddenly recalled the previous instances when she had been targeted.

He cast a glance around his palace. Aside from a bed and two oil lamps, the palace was no more than ten square meters in size, with rats even scurrying across the floor from time to time.