Chapter 52: The Pitiful Balance

"008, can you send me this video?" Such a mind-blowing video shouldn't just be enjoyed by the two of them alone; it needed to be shared with a few old friends.

[I can give you the video, but do you even have a device that can play it?]

"Can't a phone work?"

[Do you think you can run a holographic projection on a phone?]

Zhao Jianguo replied, "Then I wouldn't mind watching the video once more so I can record it myself." Although it certainly wouldn't be the same—

At this thought, a trace of dread crept into his eyes as he looked around, a clear indication that the things in his memory were not to be trifled with.

The void tore apart, opening up a rift dozens of feet long. A terrifying wind tunnel devoured the atmosphere and created a vacuum, churning and sweeping everything in its path. Two golden dragons of fortune had already struck true fire, tangling together in pure physical combat, a clash of sheer might.

Lin Jin was thinking about the Blade of the Queen, Riven. Back in the day, although League of Legends defined Riven as a fighter, most players built her as a tank. Lin Jin's purely offensive item build for Riven could be said to be unique, and ultimately, through the technique of the high-speed animation cancel (QA), Riven rose to prominence.

The hundreds of thousands of starving refugees in Jizhou seemed to be no problem at all in Yan Bei's eyes. He forcefully bore a forty percent transportation loss by land and water to ship a million shi of grain to Jizhou, supplying the troops while also relieving the people of Jizhou. Just how stable was Youzhou, exactly?

A night battle meant that the soldiers would not get proper rest the next day. Now that Yan Bei's large army had crossed the river, no one would give them a chance to sleep tomorrow... To fight through the entire night and then battle again the next day was something no one's physical constitution could endure.

Number 999 roared, his face devoid of even a shred of the innocence that should belong to a child. In its place were violent, vexed, and bloodthirsty malevolence. He desperately marshaled the superpowers within his body, launching wave after wave of relentless attacks.

Trading Liangzhou saber-wielding cavalry horses for a fierce warrior as sturdy as a stone wall like Dian Wei was utterly worthwhile. It was at this moment that Yan Bei realized having Dian Wei serve as a personal bodyguard might be even better than commanding troops as a company commander.

Yet he paid no attention to this at all, instead staring fixedly at Elder Yin Zhu, his eyes glowing with a greenish light.

The Emperor of Yu sat high upon the golden throne, claiming that strengthening the military power of the Yu State was to protect the country from being annexed. But if things were to continue this way, before other countries even made a move, the Yu State would destroy itself from within.

Before she could recover her wits, taking advantage of her complete lack of preparation, Xiezhe seized the moment to kiss her lips before proceeding to his next move. Huaizhen pressed closely into his embrace, her body entirely relaxed; she had even developed a sort of natural, receptive response.

Being bound like this for so long was truly uncomfortable. Her clothes were dirty, and the weather was hot—Qin Jinyu was drenched in sweat, and the anger in her heart right now was blazing hot.

The hospital was two hundred meters above Beilin. He walked up the mountain along the gravel path, striding into the brightly lit concrete gates.

Because of Xiao Yichen's participation, the caliber of this show was elevated by more than a tier. With her seniority and status, she simply wasn't qualified to be on it. The media insiders in the industry had eyes and ears everywhere; Xiao Yichen's presence on the guest list had tempted quite a few people, but in the end, it was she who got the spot.

In other words, their wretched appearance in the mud pit was very likely seen entirely by her, and when he tried to pull strings to smooth things over with these military personnel, he had received a stern warning instead.

Baozhu was so angry that she picked up her bowl of oatmeal and walked away from her, sitting far off in the distance, and then asked the wet nurse to ladle her a bowl of milk instead.

However, making it public now was not the right time. He would rather wait until the two of them obtained their marriage certificate to announce it properly and righteously, rather than doing so now when sooner or later they would be flamed by the entire internet as unmarried parents.

The agent was slightly stunned, then snapped back to reality and understood his intent. Although he felt doing this wasn't quite right, he was his superior, so he could only obey his arrangements.

She only had a contract for the redemption of her indentured servitude in her hands, which recorded the Citibank client number left on the check stub he had used at the time.