Chapter 122: My New Car!

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Ao Xi was trailing slowly behind when, suddenly, the police cars ahead parted like waves, scattering in an instant.

Then he saw the Honda stopped in the middle of the road and the muzzle of a gun spitting fire.

"You guys are absolutely useless!"

Ao Xi gritted his teeth, grabbed the pistol from the cup holder with his right hand, slammed his foot onto the accelerator, and with a loud crash, slammed his vehicle into the door of the Honda.

Taking advantage of the disorientation of those inside the car, he raised his gun toward...

Although the imperial decree rewarding Wei Bao was still on its way and in the hands of Li Yongzhen, Li Yongzhen had already changed his tone, lest he be unable to correct it by the time they reached Shanhai Pass.

"Are... are you insane?" Old Master Mu trembled with rage, pointing at Mu Dade’s nose as he cursed him roundly.

The goals Wei Bao had currently set included three wooden cabins, guard barracks, brick-and-wood greenhouses, digging a well, a cellar, stables, a carpentry workshop, a marble workshop, brick kilns, tile kilns, lime kilns, cement kilns, and a blacksmith shop.

Trade between Joseon and the Great Ming was passive on Joseon's part; only Ming merchants traveled between the two, while Joseon merchants lacked such authorization.

Xu Qiaoqiao was thin-skinned and could not express her longing as openly as he could in front of others. When he didn't receive a response, the young Master Jun was displeased.

Qin Liusu looked at Chu Juechen, whose eyes and heart were filled only with her reflection. She chuckled softly and gave him a playful glare. The moment Chu Juechen saw her rare, charming expression, he immediately pulled her into his arms.

Seemingly in a foul mood, he could not even be bothered to maintain the smile on his face, turning and walking away expressionless.

From Jiang Yan's perspective, what Jiang Qi could see, apart from Ouyang Jing, were the seats reserved for the imperial family and the sect elders.

Xie Chengdong had never expected Fu Lianglan to ask such a question. Looking at her haggard, sickly face, he knew this must have been weighing on her heart for a long time.

"Grandfather passed away not long ago, and we are already reduced to selling off our farmland. If Grandfather knew of this in the afterlife, he would surely be furious!" Liu Qin said sadly.

The surrounding air suddenly tightened. The June night was so still, so stiflingly hot, and before long, a faint sense of agitation could not be helped.

Even though Ye Rong had been infused with the other seven souls, her original three souls remained, as did her memories, her love, and her hatred. Facing the man she had loved for so long, the intertwining emotions of love and hate within her left her momentarily at a loss for how to face him.

Having said that, she chuckled and turned to leave. Xiao Fengming followed closely behind her, and seeing this, Xiao Ranjun hurriedly followed them out of the Xianglin Courtyard.

The room was silent, save for the crackling of red candles and the man's somewhat ragged breathing.

Wang Qiang sensed a different meaning in his tone, but since the other party didn't elaborate, he stopped asking.

Lin Yi was now in a predicament, caught between a rock and a hard place. Whether he killed Pei Yunnian or spared him, it would invite endless trouble. Was there truly no perfect solution?

When the zombie assault force charged to within two hundred meters of the wall, Chang Le, who had been stationed there all along, gave the order to fire. In an instant, hundreds of machine guns roared simultaneously at the ant-like swarm of zombies, and the entire stretch of the line, hundreds of meters long, was instantly engulfed in a hail of bullets.

The heavy snow, which had been falling incessantly for days, finally began to ease this morning, just as the faint, hazy silhouette of the dawn appeared on the horizon. By the time evening arrived, it had stopped completely.

This unlucky zombie was an L-type, just over two meters tall, meaning it had only recently evolved into an L1. Its body was not hard enough to withstand the arrow, and it was pierced through, the residual force of the strike sending it crashing backward into the zombies behind it.