Chapter 62: An Insoluble Deadlock

Sometimes, strategy requires a backing of good fortune. This means that even if your strategy is sound and every action you take is entirely rational, if your luck happens to be poor, your plan is not guaranteed to see execution through to the very end; sooner or later, it will overturn midway.

Cheng Fan did not understand this principle in the past, but now he did. He had finally grasped its true meaning because his good luck had run out.

As mentioned before, Cheng Fan was a man of great courage. While it might not be entirely accurate to describe him as daring enough to defy the heavens, he had indeed done something ordinary people would not dare to do. In order to find a path to survival sooner, he had taken a risk and executed a plan known as "Right Under the Lamp."

It should be known that the place where the female ghost first appeared was...

In fact, the people inside had not yet begun the banquet because they all knew Huo Yongping was coming, and they were waiting to curry favor with him.

However, after a soft hiss, the man quickly shut his mouth, instead casting a vigilant look around his surroundings. Finally, his gaze focused on Magistrate Man, who was standing not far in front of him.

She served Zhang Taibai wholeheartedly, on one hand, because she did not want to see the "News Agency" fall, and on the other hand, in hopes of receiving Zhang Taibai's cultivation so that she could advance further and uncover the truth of the matter sooner.

Looking at the table full of food, Tianci felt a sudden surge of appetite. It had truly been a long time since he last ate a home-cooked meal, and this was specially prepared for him by Tang Yan, so Tianci sat straight down.

In a society driven by materialistic desires, people only care about what car you drive, how much your monthly income is, the kind of life you lead, and how much savings you have. Without status and money, very few people will truly look at you with respect from the bottom of their hearts.

"Young Master Sima... accompanying me down the mountain?" Gong Qianzhu asked with some surprise, looking hesitantly at the man in cyan robes sitting by the stone table.

The illusion began to shatter bit by bit. Gong Qianzhu walked through the darkness where red and white petals drifted, the scenery before her eyes slowly transforming into the shape created from the depths of her soul.

The man surnamed Liu was clearly terrified; even the hand holding his gun was trembling unceasingly, and his voice carried a tremor.

By the time he grasped the long spear tightly with one hand, his originally dozen-meter-tall body had grown to nearly ten thousand meters high.

As piece after piece of ore was mined by the slaves, a smile that could not be suppressed blossomed on Xiao Mo's face. Refining dark steel was no easy task, and Pei Yuanxiao had paid a heavy price to discover the method for it. It was just that the efficiency was somewhat low; with the capacity of the desolate state, they could only produce less than ten pounds of dark steel on average per day.

After locking onto his target on the stage, Zhang Yixing actually stepped down personally and walked toward Ye Mo, triggering a wave of screams from the surrounding fans.

This time, the spirit stone did not stay in his hand for a second longer. The very moment it was taken out, it was already in Old Man Yuan's hand.

The Red Dragon was massive, yet very agile. Faced with this rapidly incoming attack, he attempted to dodge and managed to evade two of the strikes, but the remaining three energy balls were something the Red Dragon had to take head-on.

Restless, she got up and walked over to the window, listening to the patter of the rain, feeling an increasingly agitated turmoil in her heart.

Lin Yang smiled helplessly and glanced at her. That warm, sunlight-like smile instantly melted her heart, and she could not help falling into a dazed trance. Compared to this iceberg of a man, it seemed a warm guy was indeed much more comforting.

"My roommate hit a traffic jam and will need to wait a little longer," Sun Xingyao said apologetically after lowering her head to glance at her phone.

She did not know what was wrong, but she could never quite get past that mental hurdle. She always felt awkward, sensing things shouldn't be this way, and found it utterly intolerable.

Yun Moqi kept gazing in this direction. The two exchanged a long look; she knew he was uncertain whether she had come looking for someone.

Lin Chengshuang was left speechless. This was a glaring piece of nonsense; even what to say had to be asked, rendering her utterly dumbfounded. Couldn't he just randomly pick something to talk about?

This imperial concubine must see for herself, and make her understand the consequences of driving her son to lovesick distraction.

In truth, Gao Qiu was filled with anxiety at this moment. He was trying to find his feel by juggling the ball, preparing to deal a fatal blow to Zhao Hao in an attempt to tie the match.

With a flash, Bailian Hufeng had pressed himself against the back of the door. The commotion outside stopped instantly, as if everything just now had been a dream.

Although Dad Luojia and Dad Xiu desperately wanted Zhiliao to take him as a master, after A Mo politely declined, Zhiliao suppressed that thought.

After leaving everyone behind, without waiting for them to wake up, Su Yan and Cheng Bozhi returned to the Zhuyuan settlement.

At a little past two in the afternoon, the assistant came up, stating that communication with the organizing committee was complete and they would depart shortly, then enter the venue in order.

He strode toward the basketball training hall; the national tournament was just around the corner. Coach Wu Tong had mentioned last Friday that a full-team drill would be held this Monday, instructing him to arrive early without fail.

"I should be the one thanking you, Old Zhu. I couldn't afford to rent such a luxurious recording studio right now, nor could I hire such wonderful band and recording teachers." Zhang Ruofeng was exceptionally grateful to them.

Let it be so. Gu Xueqi sighed again in her heart, knowing that she no longer even had the right to dwell on Seventeen.

Everyone stood up one after another to greet him. Zhao Hao swept his gaze across them and could not help drawing a sharp breath of cold air. Among this room full of distinguished guests, officials in purple robes occupied more than half, while officials in red robes below the third rank, like himself, made up only about thirty percent. Aside from Zhao Kai, the Prince of Yun, his old rival, the Prince of Jinkang, was also present.

Han Shaoxun's parents looked at her as if she were an enemy. If she went back like that, wouldn't she be walking straight into the line of fire?

And right at that moment, the vortex rippled once more, and a few more figures flew out swiftly from within.

Meanwhile, the surrounding fallen leaves, water droplets, and insect chirping all resonated in harmony with the sound of the zither.

With a flash of his figure, he abruptly arrived beside the Empress of the Central Palace, threw out a hand, and violently cast her aside.

For a moment, everyone swept their gazes over Nangong Bingyue with teasing and malicious looks, uninhibited and blatant.

Giovanni motioned for him to come over, opened a bottle of '82 cola, poured it into a glass where the foam surged up, and added a few ice cubes.

Fortunately, Qing Gu's hair looked meticulously neat, her clothes were extremely tidy, and there were no marks on her face, neck, or hands. Even her expression showed nothing unusual aside from anxiety.

Qin Feng's right hand swept across his front, a hidden burst of energy transforming into a blade, and in a flash, heads rolled to the ground.

She thought to herself: Could it be that Qin Feng has an extremely high IQ when it comes to medical skills, but his intelligence in other areas is exceptionally low?

The grassy terrain elevated the power of the crazy plants to a new level, and their coverage area also expanded quite a bit.

Since they had already arranged to meet, regardless of whether Xia Qing's worries would materialize next, being able to meet was far better than being rejected. Xia Qing and Ji Yuan packed up and set off, hurrying to their pre-arranged meeting place.

However, after the people of the Qingyou clan entered and experienced years of development and gradual prosperity, they discovered that this world had long been targeted by the abyss.

It was no wonder the two of them spoke thus; this battle of theirs was, after all, their very first appearance in the mortal world, and they needed to use it to deter others on behalf of His Highness.

It was now late February, and many of the furnishings in the inner palace for March needed to be changed, while summer clothes for various locations were being distributed in succession.