Chapter 61: What Are You Shy About?

Hua Shushu returned to her room with a shy blush on her face, opened the virtual mall on her optical computer, and prepared to order some items as Que Qing had instructed.

Suddenly, a flash of deep blue light flickered across her optical computer. Glancing at the pop-up window, she saw it was a video call from her mother, Huali.

Without hesitation, she exited the mall interface and clicked the button to answer.

Before she even had a chance to speak, an excited voice burst through the video feed.

"Ah, ah, ah, my dear Shushu—"

"Isn't the movie filming starting tomorrow? The teacher still has to work hard accompanying the crew, so you should get some rest early," Mai Shiraishi gently persuaded, only catching the heavy scent of alcohol on the teacher when she drew closer.

Perhaps this could be considered a sorrow of sorts, but Tsubasa Xiao did not indulge in excessive sentimental melancholy. At least regarding Nishino Nanase, members of the Nishino family no longer posed any obstacle to him.

She did not even need any special techniques; her narrative alone was enough to captivate everyone in the courtroom, painting a vivid portrait of Carl Bernie in their minds—a man with a slightly babyish face and a happy smile forever gracing it.

Contemplating why she had come here in the first place, only to be spoken to like this by Wu Qi in front of others, for the very first time, Wu Qi's words made the resilient Selena feel a lingering sense of grievance.

You cunning merchant, you truly are a cunning merchant. Go ahead and ponder slowly then, I shall just wait for you, crafty merchant, to make your fortune.

Qin Tianyue muttered softly to herself, having never heard of the Divine Physician Sect before. What kind of place was that? Having lived through two lifetimes, it was actually her first time hearing the name Divine Physician Sect. Was it truly such an extraordinary place?

By this time, the fish had been cleaned and cut into pieces. Squad Leader Yang also dug out half a bottle of Erguotou hidden under the bed frame and poured it in, claiming it would remove the fishy odor. As for ginger, although it could also neutralize the fishy smell, their supply of ginger was scarce and had been completely consumed long ago.

As for those of a lower tier, they were like Zhang Guolao from the Eight Immortals, who could cut a donkey out of paper and, with a wave of spellcasting, turn it into a living creature. This was also known as the Art of Paper Puppetry. These were immortal techniques, operating on the principle of projecting a few strands of spiritual essence and vital force to control the puppet according to the caster's will.

Having finished his bout of narcissism, Gong Chen finally calmed his mind, shook his head slightly, extracted two medicinal pills from his bosom, and swallowed them.

With an electric current conducting from the tips of his toes into the earth, a target materialized over ten meters away. Without the need to aim, he merely raised his gun and pulled the trigger; the bullet, forged from RC cells, struck the bullseye amidst visible crackling arcs of electricity.

The question reverted once again to the exact number of troops to be drawn for the westward expedition. Following deliberations among the three of them, it was ultimately decided that Gadačun would lead one thousand Manchu Eight Banners, one thousand Mongol Eight Banners, three thousand Han Eight Banners, and a contingent of three thousand seasoned combat troops from the Shanxi Green Standard Army to relieve Guangxin Prefecture.

Yang Zhi understood instantly. Williams was no saint either, using reverse psychology to persuade Trump.

Even a scalper would find such a feat impossible. After all, traveling entirely alone, how could anyone possibly unearth so many rare flowers and exotic herbs?

The management team she had previously signed with targeted her and subjected her to severe suppression by wealthy users and administrators simply because she refused to engage in shady, unmentionable activities.

"Are you the immortal who issued the challenge? Or are you their ringleader?" Mo Ling was completely bewildered.

The giant python hissed sharply as it rapidly expelled air, likely mistaking the three of them for the primary culprits. It opened its massive maw and lunged at Ao Ying, its venomous fangs as thick as a child's arm.

Numerous celebrities and onlookers successively voiced their skepticism, declaring the incident utterly implausible from any angle. Consequently, the narrative that spiritual detectives fabricated such falsehoods merely to grab eyeballs gradually gained the upper hand.

Serfs or independent peasant farmers? Anyone could make this choice with their eyes closed. Serfs or tenant farmers? The vast majority would likewise choose the latter without a moment's hesitation, as the nature of personal dependency was fundamentally different.

Yet a place like this particular plaza had statues erected because Jing Yue had once punished bullies here to purge evil and uphold righteousness, and it was heavily promoted and selected as a scenic spot, even drawing ties to the orthodox principles of metaphysics and spiritual cultivation. Very well, this indeed matched the theme of the travel route, but for Ling Qi's plan, it was far too perfunctory and made up the numbers.