Volume 1, Chapter 50: Empty! Everything is empty! A beautiful fitness instructor!

Wang Xiaoli had eaten only softened dog food for the past two days, and her body was utterly exhausted.

Being able to walk this far was entirely due to her gritting her teeth and pushing through the sheer pain.

Ten minutes later, the two finally arrived at Wanda Mall.

Within a radius of three meters, people moved back and forth through the white mist.

However, all of them had pale, sunken faces, their conditions identical to theirs—starving for a long time.

Former high-and-mighty bosses and fashionably dressed beauties were now disheveled and unkempt.

No one cared about their image anymore; they only wanted to eat something to stay alive.

No matter how attractive your appearance or attire might be, it couldn't be eaten as a meal.

Wang Xiaoli also saw some people picking the tender shoots of mutated plants.

They were a group of elderly men, but their skin was remarkably well-maintained with very few wrinkles...

———After all, since Li Xiaowan frequently brought large amounts of food from home to Qinghua Lake to feed the white carp, it would be strange if the two of them did not notice. Only Li Xiaowan herself still foolishly believed she was acting in secret and that her parents had no idea.

Seeing Zhu Yu's condition, Xue Guang felt a secret shock in his heart, but he said nothing. Beneath their feet, the ground was stained a dark, reddish-black, the result of being soaked in blood for a long time.

Passing through several villages, Zhu Yu witnessed scenery different from that of Great Leaf Village, as well as a completely different way of life.

Ouyang Feiyun was in the midst of business negotiations with several local heavyweights, yet amidst his extremely busy schedule, he still did not forget to show concern for Chen Ping.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen beggars pounced forward like rabid dogs, tearing into a chaotic brawl and triggering a sudden commotion.

Sometimes, when everyone was utterly exhausted and no one was willing to pay attention to her, she would turn to Xue Thirty-eight or Xue Chang.

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Soaring downward, Yixing saw Old Iron Ren fighting three Lothric Knights entirely on his own, holding his ground fairly well.

The covert guards in the other courtyards had not understood the situation at first and were caught by her a few times, but after being punished a few times, they all grew smart. The moment they saw her, they fled, knowing she couldn't catch them anyway.

Wherever the helicopter passed, the airspace within a radius of hundreds of meters was affected. The airflow in mid-air instantly twisted, and aside from the helicopter itself sitting safely in the eye of the storm, the surrounding hundreds of meters of airspace transformed into turbulent and disordered vortices of wind.

A young man wearing headphones sat in his room looking somewhat panicked. Despite wearing the headphones, the music in the room was still blaring out loud.

Ji Qiang had rented a business van and personally drove Miyamoto Hide and the others to the Shushuai International Hotel.

Yet he could not believe that this tiger possessed the strength to defeat all three to four hundred men behind him single-handedly; even sheer exhaustion would kill it first. Just as the tiger's movements grew somewhat sluggish after attacking for a long time, the tiger recognized that the opportunity had arrived and was determined to strike.

Furthermore, he truly admired Chen Longxiao's dark and twisted psychology. Having been utterly humiliated and wiped out in the game, he still sought a sense of existence and validation from others to soothe his bruised ego after being brutally tormented.

He Jinyin had ridden over on a shared bicycle, and his attire differed from the polished elites in suits and ties standing nearby, making him look somewhat out of place here.

Someone had brought a band-aid, but she felt that such a minor wound didn't warrant a trip to the hospital at all.

Therefore, upon learning that the First Underworld Ghost had defeated Xiong Ba and the others, as well as Wuming, Jue Wushen impatiently led his troops into the coastal region, capturing seven cities in three days and turning them into his own base of operations.

Well, although he knew Liu Jiangtao was mysterious, he had no idea how formidable Liu Jiangtao's martial arts truly were. Even when Liu Jiangtao had previously killed Zhong Zhen in a single move, Lao Denuo still attributed it to a sneak attack.

"That's good. Since it involves state secrets, we won't discuss it now. Bye-bye." With that, Lin Xingbang hung up the phone.

"When facing an opponent you cannot defeat, the best strategy is 'Of all the thirty-six stratagems, retreating is best'! Leave this place of trouble first!" Running breathlessly to the main street, Wang Jian thought delightedly as he walked, beginning to feel rather smug about his own cleverness.

As soon as Yan Dong finished speaking, he pulled Kong Yihan into his arms. The clothes on his body instantly vanished, and he leaped straight into the wooden bathing barrel, causing water to splash everywhere and leaving the entire room drenched.

As they spoke, the frequency of the opposing airflows began to fluctuate more rapidly. Seeing this, Qin Yi furrowed his brows deeply; it seemed the threat posed by these opposing airflows to the two of them was neither simple nor easy to handle.

"As long as there are corresponding data and pictures, I believe the board of directors won't stingy with a donation of several hundred thousand yuan." Yan Yixin coughed twice, her expression embarrassed.

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Tuge took the medicine bottle and tossed a few pills straight into his mouth with a tilt of his head. Before long, Tuge could feel his body rapidly recovering. At this rate, his injuries would completely heal in less than a day.

Pan Yunlong was just about to step forward to mediate, but Lu Yuehe secretly pulled at the hem of his robe. Pan Yunlong felt puzzled; his wife had always been sensible and steady—why would she stop him at such a critical juncture? There had to be a reason. Pondering this for a moment, he stepped back.

"The Empress Dowager?" I froze for a moment. Prince Xiang was still alive; what did the Empress Dowager want with me? Surely she didn't intend to silence me by killing me? I remembered that history recorded no instances of Shunzhi's empress mysteriously disappearing...

However, Uncle Zhang's injury should not be made known to Zhiyu, lest he worry just the same.

Hearing the Master of the Demonic Sword Valley's words, Yifan initially wanted to refuse, but looking into the gaze the master turned back to give him, his heart inexplicably softened once more. In a daze, he actually nodded. Seeing Yifan agree, the Master of the Demonic Sword Valley turned and left the courtyard. Only then did all the Daoist priests let out a long sigh of relief.

The voices outside faded away just like that, followed by the squeak of the door being pushed open. Ye Huang closed her eyes inside the bed curtains.

Whether in her past life or this one, Ye Huang had always trusted and followed her instincts for perception and judgment, because on numerous occasions, her path to survival and life-and-death moments were tied to those intuitive verdicts. Over time, this acute sensitivity had become second nature to her.

At this moment, aside from feeling somewhat chilled by the Emperor's actions, Baili Aaoyun felt not a shred of anxiety in his heart; thus, the smile on his face grew increasingly rich and warm.

Looking into the distance toward the peak of the mountain, Orfan immediately ordered the ascent operation. Normally, such a direct flight to the mountain peak would easily turn them into target practice for the enemy, but Orfan judged that the enemy's hearts were eager to return, and their anti-air defenses at this moment would inevitably slacken.

Yuan Xiang and Xu Fu fled the inn in a disheveled state. After whispering a short consultation, they hid far away in the grass beside the inn and huddled there the entire night. By dawn, seeing Ma Tiantian, Tong Yuan, Wang Yue, and the others leave one after another, the two sprang onto their horses and galloped away along the Yellow River embankment.

"Good!!" Meng Song nodded, then turned and prepared to walk back toward his own room.

Helplessly, Kongkong had been watched by Old Master Wang and Lady Dong as he grew up, leaving him with very few memories of being away on his own. Furthermore, he always had a large retinue of guards around him, so he could only casually make up an excuse to explain.

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