Chapter 291: Arranging the Power Grid Defense Line

"It was you, but while you were suppressing them, you managed to take out my power grid as well!"

Han Ruoxi replied coldly.

"Wasn't that just an accident?"

Sun Yang looked completely innocent: "We're all about teamwork here, let's not dwell on the minor flaws!"

Shen Qiuyue sat to the side, lifting her eyes to glance at them: "Enough, stop bickering, the car is almost here.

Keep quiet and focus your attention!"

"Did you hear that?"

Li Chang'an tapped on the vehicle.

"Are your parents not at home?" Seeing the house so quiet, Jin Yexuan also peered around curiously.

Liu Fan was well aware of this; in later generations, the Xinjiang Uyghur Autonomous Region, despite its severely damaged environment, would still yield vast, boundless arable land for the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, sustaining a population of over twenty million. The Tarim Basin in particular allowed for two harvests a year, producing an immense abundance of grain.

"You want to know your own past?" She smiled at me with disdain, and I thought she must be furious. Could my memory truly be fragmented and incomplete? Otherwise, why would Su Zhiwu ask me such a thing? Those detestable Xianyun had been entirely secretive, keeping this matter so thoroughly concealed.

Yet he could hardly be blamed; a boy of eleven or twelve was at an age of restless energy, and to demand that he sit in stifling, solitary cultivation all day was indeed a heavy ask.

"The captain and the others are locked in the basement of the house out back. To get there, we must cross the open backyard, which is the most vulnerable spot for snipers. Furthermore, we've been exposed to toxic gas, so their condition won't be good either." Xiao Wei wasted no time on pleasantries, reporting the situation immediately.

Dean narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly moved with astonishing speed, flashing forward to press his blade against the neck of a guard standing beside Yixie, the entire sequence taking less than a second.

But by a stroke of terrible luck, this happened precisely during the Qing family’s direst hour regarding medicinal pills; ever since Zhao Guan, originally the strongest alchemist in Xuanyue Town, had departed, the Qing family was left with only a half-baked, mid-tier alchemist. Let alone a mid-grade Cyclone Condensing Pill, they couldn't even refine a low-grade one—not even a discarded pill with ten percent potency—much less a mid-grade one.

Li Zhenguo and Zhao Hui led the students to the dining hall first, and after finishing their meal, everyone went to tour Jinshui Garden.

"Reporting to my Lord, this time it was thanks to General Huang's seamless cooperation that I was able to persuade the two of them! I request my Lord to reward General Huang for his merit!" Jia Xu said.

Dafeng, are you doing alright? This is the second letter I’ve written to you today, and you’re the only one I can tell about this. According to Old Tang’s deduction, I’ve actually fallen for Revolver—that arrogant jerk. Tell me, what should I do?

Beneath the long-browed monk were rows upon rows of faces; the ears of these faces had been torn away, their eyes stitched shut, their nostrils plugged, and their mouths had simply never grown at all.

The remaining three elders considered themselves immensely fortunate for not harboring any wicked intentions, otherwise, they would have met the same fate as Wuxin.

Yang Ke had originally worn the look of a man with victory in his grasp, confident he could manipulate Wu Yuan. Yet he never expected that a single sentence from Wu Yuan would instantly make him behave.

Wu Yuan smiled, while the three people beside them watched the scene in utter bewilderment, completely missing what Wu Yuan had just whispered to the foreigner.

The moment the police pinned the husband and wife to the ground, a pungent stench of urine suddenly spread through the air. He had actually wet himself from sheer terror.

People like Uncle Dana, Tang Guoguo, Zhao Changsheng, and Brother Haozi were all doing their utmost to help him.

Xia Tian was not nearly so joyful; he could not help but think of Meiya, and realized that the peaceful life which had only just begun was, in the end, shattered.

Besides, he was just a backend supervisor; as the owner, giving it directly to his younger sister would be an effortless matter.

She cast a sideways glance at Pei You standing nearby, but saw his features remained utterly still, giving no indication of whether he had taken his father's words to heart.

Hearing the man's words, Old Man Liu's son instantly grew animated; knowing nothing of the current situation and driven by intense hunger, he attempted to break free from his mother's embrace to run toward the man, only to be held tightly by his mother, unable to move an inch.