(111) A spoiled fluffball has the best life!

Weng Ran was vain. To marry into a wealthy and powerful family, she was willing to sever all ties with her unpresentable past, even heartlessly abandoning her still-nursing infant daughter, little Liu Yi. But when she was abandoned time and again by Bo Mingren, and forced to watch her own biological son's legs get chopped off by Bo Shasha's men, and her youngest daughter violated to death by men, her beautiful dream shattered. She understood that she and Bo Xiaopu lacked the cunning to outplay the second and third-in-command of the base. However, as long as she aligned herself with the right faction, she might not necessarily...

Seeing that Mu Yanxi ignored him, Zong Yu assumed she was reluctant to part with it, and he could not help but feel a pang of disappointment in his heart.

The twilight stage of true dragons is not fixed; the average age of a twilight dragon is often within twenty years of their maximum lifespan.

Chu Ming let out a cold sneer at the crew-cut man's words. Bastards like him only knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong. If he backed down today, these people would surely take a mile if given an inch, and there was no telling how much trouble would follow. The only way forward was to beat them until they feared him, to beat them into absolute submission.

But the Minotaurs were simply too few in number, making it impossible to conquer the entire snowfield with just this single clan.

The head of the Zhou family nodded and said, "He must die... When the time comes, I will place the Soul-Fixing Pearl in the center of our Zhou family's array to lure him in."

Pei Jinyuan rambled on. Feeling that middle-aged men simply talked too much, Mei Yulang found it awkward to refute him. After all, the man's words were meant as a well-intentioned warning.

"I think once the black spots on our skin disappear, the skeleton will stop moving," Yun Chu said. "It won't chase us anymore because it needs to return to the stone chamber before it ceases to move."

And so, it had completely forgotten how proud and haughty it once was, and how vast its powers had been, choosing instead to compromise.

The sound of rotors reached He Yixing's ears. He looked up into the distance and saw two heavy helicopters flying toward them. One of the helicopters, carrying a shipping container, hovered over an open area. The rocket launchers mounted on its racks fired in unison, blowing the zombies on the street into shreds of flesh.

If a private team is the first to discover a resource site occupied by natives, and defeats the native forces to seize the mine without relying on official assistance, the team will enjoy the entire output of the resource site, needing only to pay a certain tax to the Green Alliance.

"Erniu, you get up too," Lady Zhang said, tossing another wooden token to Erniu, who was kneeling on the ground. "Remember my words. I believe you can take good care of Baolang. Go to the accountant's office in a bit to get some meat, and have a good meal at home." Then, she slowly walked away.

In an instant, a pale blue light enveloped the sky, making even the golden radiance of the sun pale in comparison. The entire heavens were filled with nothing but this pale blue glow.

Furthermore, Jia Xu also knew that generals like Li Jue and Guo Si would, at best, do no more than coast along under my command in the future.

It was another midday. The blazing sun curled the leaves slightly. The usually lively local dogs had long since retreated to the shade of the trees, panting with their tongues out as they watched the chickens scratching at the dirt before them. Having tasted success the day before, the children of the estate worked even harder today, spearing frogs with great enthusiasm.

"That's easy. In a few days, I'll go to Ding Yuan to register myself, listing my household under the Lu family of Jiuyuan. I'll take a Han name: Huang Gun, courtesy name Boyang! After all..." Grandfather gave an embarrassed laugh. He remembered that I had told him to forget about my plan to usurp the Han Dynasty.

Counting Zhang Cen and Song Jiang, there were thirty-eight leaders of Liangshan. By then, six of them would be taking up official posts, accounting for about one-sixth of their military strength. During Song Jiang's farewell, Shi Bin hid away in the pleasure quarters, nowhere to be found, and the others also kept their distance. Having once been brothers, only to end up parting ways, Song Jiang felt an unspeakable sorrow in his heart.

"Look at you boasting, acting as if you rule the entire northern part of Hebei Circuit. You're just the prefect of Jili Prefecture. Just wait. Once our craftsmen build up the overall industrial foundation, we'll start building railways. Find some quick-witted artisans and have them learn to read and write, so we can establish a system and set up specialized academies."