Chapter 57 Agricultural Harvester Vehicle

Over the next few days, Yu Jiang only drove 100 kilometers a day, and whenever she was forced to veer away from the parallel highway, she cut it down to just 50 kilometers.

Abandoned vehicles could still be found along the way, but they had been so badly corroded by the acid rain that the scrap materials recovered from them were not even enough to trade for a single battery.

Today was the fifth day of the acid rain, and also the seventeenth day of survival.

The corrosiveness of the acid rain was noticeably stronger. In the friends' chat channel, vehicles using anti-corrosion spray were experiencing wear and tear at a much faster rate than over the previous two days.

Yu Jiang walked along the way to the Zhenyuan Security Agency, holding up a portrait and asking around, telling anyone who saw it that providing a clue would yield a reward of one tael of silver, while actually finding the person would bring a reward of five taels.

"Are you already so incapable of repaying her kindness that you're ready to offer her your body?" Gu Jingchen sneered.

Then came her moonlight-drenched black hair, spread out across her dark red wide-sleeved robe like silk, looking unimaginably beautiful.

As Liu Ningzhu spoke, she even licked her lips, appearing extremely eager. Yet this single sentence made Jiang Wuxing's hair stand on end with a creeping chill. Suddenly! A gust of cold wind swept past, and the terrifying murderous intent from earlier struck once again, even more intense than before.

Wu Fan was in a bad mood at the sight of these clumsy and incompetent fellows, and he waved his hand to chase them out as if shooing away flies.

After deep thought, Feng Sufen finally wrote down a row of characters. Every single character here was a code, and only the head of the Imperial Shadows—Huang Ying—knew their true meaning.

Making the people you want to recruit feel burning enthusiasm, making them passionate—what does all this convey?

Moreover, the rise of firearms caused the knightly class to plummet, and the cavalry ranks began to incorporate many members of the middle class.

Summer was summer after all, and wearing a mask in this season was bound to be hot. Sweat had already broken out on the side of her face, dampening the hair by her cheeks, making them look even darker and setting off the fairness of her skin even more.

Shen Chunming was also a standard rural man, yet he was extremely opinionated. He believed that the Spring Festival should be spent in his hometown where the neighbors and townsfolk were all familiar, and visiting one another to exchange New Year greetings and share in the lively atmosphere was simply the best way to do things.

This toll station was somewhat like those on the expressways of his past life, though the checkpoint upon entering the city checked identity cards instead.

Yet while I could do nothing, the one thing I could always do was to love in secret, remember in secret, and harbor jealousy in secret.

Mucis himself was deeply depressed. Following the Lord God's orders, many of his missions had failed, and the resulting punishments caused his level to drop. Although he was now at level sixty, had there been no missions targeting Asura, he should have been somewhere between level sixty-five and seventy.

"Did you find anything?" An Min asked immediately, not sipping red wine as she usually did, but simply sitting quietly on the sofa waiting for their return.

As for second-rate factions, their numbers were roughly equivalent to a hundred times the total number of various disciples mentioned above, and some powerful second-rate factions even possessed numbers a thousand times greater.

Amidst the sound of bugles, rows of warriors in diverse attire—some burly, others fierce and lean—gathered into a reasonably neat formation and marched into the training field.

Unfortunately, it was all just a fantasy in the end. Sun Quan knew that he could never be Liu Xie; the master of Jiangdong was his elder brother Sun Ce, not Sun Quan.

As for the Revolutionary Army, cooperation was relatively straightforward. If Li牧 truly possessed the strength to help them complete the revolution, then for them in their current destitute state, supporting the Illuminati later on would not be too difficult a task. As for true religious faith, there was simply no helping it; such things could not be genuinely believed merely by paying lip service.

However, for Fan Xian, the energy he had consumed could be replenished with just a thought, absorbing the primordial qi from the air. Seeing that Song Zheng had not yet woken up, Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes and used the ambient primordial qi to replenish the energy depleted within his inner nascent soul.

Holding the cocktail just mixed by the bartender, Fu Donglai drank several sips in succession. After such high-intensity exercise, thirst was inevitable, and only then did he slowly begin to savor the flavor of the cocktail.