One hundred twenty-four.

The standing committee members who had consistently aligned themselves with Xia Shuangshan were stunned into silence. Watching Xia Shuangshan’s somewhat hurried figure, they filed out one by one in silence, their expressions grave and their steps heavy.

"So, the implication of your friend's call is that in the coming period, the central government will focus its attention on housing vacancy rates, continue to suppress property prices, crack down on speculation, and find ways to minimize this phenomenon of ghost cities?" Xiao Shufei asked.

Yuan Hong finally understood the words he had heard in the air from Fei Lian: it was not that the ants could surpass the heavens, but that even ants could perform deeds that would cause the heavens themselves to tremble.

Baron Garros, held by the throat and lifted off the ground by old Tang with a single hand, had a face that had turned slightly purple from lack of oxygen; now, it was flushed and swollen, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.

This question stumped Chen Ping. Although he had followed Le Qingyun when she first opened her microblog and blog, he hadn't kept up with her since.

It was not that everyone doubted Li Yong’s capabilities—General Peng was a keen judge of character and would never practice nepotism, a point on which everyone trusted him—but Li Yong was simply too young, perhaps excessively so.

He Cuihua and Sun Quanhou were in charge of the brigade’s logistics and supplies. Having had a deep experience with the 258th Division during the last fight against the Ma Family Army, where they wiped out an entire division and found almost no spoils of war, He Cuihua felt the battle was not worth it; if they couldn't recover any good goods, even her mood suffered.

William Tell, like the other major nobles and generals, dared to challenge Yellow Beard, but this particular matter was truly difficult to comment on. Furthermore, hearing that Liu Mang’s tone had softened somewhat, he bid a calm goodnight and departed.

Zhao Min was better at masking her displeasure, keeping a look of indifference on her face. Zhang Wuji was the exact opposite; he was a straightforward and sincere person, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"Shen Gongbao?" Eyes widening abruptly, Fei Lian stared at the blue-robed Taoist before him. The man had delicate features and a slender build, looking almost frail enough to be blown away by the wind, yet he possessed the true strength of a Profound Immortal.

It was as if, once Chu Nan promised to treat someone, he had to go; not going would be a sin, a betrayal of the patient.

He had won the previous round, and when Sun Sizhao didn't get angry but instead tried to provoke him, he realized that if he lost his temper now, he would truly be defeated.

It wasn't until Su Han had sliced the fruit into thirty-two pieces, and appeared ready to continue, that the two old men could no longer hold back.

The door to the inner chamber was pushed open. Nangong Nianxi was startled by his appearance and, growing nervous, clutched her stomach and retreated toward the head of the bed behind her.

"Replying to the Emperor, I do have such a plan, though not to operate it alone, but in partnership with others," Nangong Nianxi replied.

Grandmaster Liu Shouyi did not leave behind many records. In fact, after reaching the peak of martial arts, he left Stone City and vanished into obscurity, leaving only the site where he once practiced, which became a holy land worshipped by numerous martial artists.

Chu Nan did not answer the phone immediately. Instead, he walked over, reached out, and pulled Zhang Shuying’s soul directly out of her body.

"What! What does that idiot want to do now?" As the words left her mouth, Annie felt her choice of address for Huang Yue was inappropriate, yet it felt strangely natural.

Even the Divine Lord Sheng Yun, when he visited here last time, could not bear to purchase a carafe of fine spiritual wine.

Seeing Li Helan in such a state, Li Qitian felt a strange sense of comfort. He walked all the way into the main hall.

Led by the examining elder, the group arrived at an open space; it appeared the third round of the assessment was to be held here.

"Are you Brother Xiao Yiran?" One could tell the person on the other end was hiding in some corner to make the call, their voice lowered.

"Teacher Wen, you are too kind." Chu An, smiling, handed the other key to Sun Lei.

What he had experienced was beyond what Rod and Cornell could imagine. Not to mention the life-and-death battles he had fought in secret against otherworldly creatures before the apocalypse, even his routine missions were brushes with death. How could ordinary people like Rod and Cornell, who had lived before the end of the world, possibly understand?

"Husband, if I told you I didn't want to work at the Xiao Corporation anymore, would you agree?" Lu Chuqi asked, meeting his gaze.

Ma Fan was frantic along the way, running red lights without a second thought for fines or demerit points.

Imagining Dou Yu Zhuoxiong being forced to this point, with the sky filled with Kunlun soldiers like flying eagles, there would surely be an elite unit of commanders specifically targeting key figures like him.

Han Lin said his goodbyes to Wan Yan and boarded Fei Yan’s private car, speeding all the way to the Awakened residential area.

"Alrighty!" Chu An agreed, trotting happily to his grandmother’s room to fetch some thread. However, there was only red thread in her room; while the resulting crafts would be beautiful, they would be too monotonous.

Wu Xue tried to hold it in at first, but eventually, she couldn't stop herself. Feeling like she was going to wet herself from laughter, she shook all over and ran out.

Dugu Baohuang shook his head vigorously, feeling as though he had been hit by an illusion, his mind unable to react.

It was clear that Gu Xisheng had already obtained it. As for You Ran, ever since she emerged from the underground tomb, she had been outside the rules of this heaven. But what about the others?

Tang Tuo couldn't help but wonder if, after so much time, whatever that bundle contained—having been soaked in the stinking silt at the bottom of the river for so long—could still be of any use.

Actually, there wasn't much to pack; the house had already collapsed, and there were no valuables left.

The group finally arrived at the Blazing Fire Palace and was invited in by an elder. The palace was now bustling with activity; the vast plaza was filled with people, and members of the palace, along with others dressed like imperial guards, were maintaining order—a stark contrast to when Naruto and his companions had first arrived.

Half an hour later, I, Ming’er, Zhao Kuangyin, Chai Rong, and Ziyi were squeezed into a horse-drawn carriage heading toward Emei. The jolting of the carriage made one drowsy, and hearing the driver say that the journey to Emei would take half a day, and we were only halfway there, I felt nothing but aches and pains. These ancient carriages were truly not meant for human travel.