Chapter 54: Luxury Sightseeing Train (5)

Beneath that person's apron, the exclusive cufflinks of the luxury sightseeing train were visible, which none of the others had. Shen Zhaoming guessed that this person held a certain status in the kitchen.
Shen Zhaoming pulled the other two and retreated into the corner.
Having done bad things more than once, Shen Zhaoming also wanted to employ some despicable means to achieve his goal, and his eight hundred crafty plots finally found a place to be put to use.
"We might need to learn the Captain's technical borrowing." He lowered his voice, his glasses reflecting the scenery flashing swiftly past outside the window.
"Are we just going to leave Will and Jackson behind?" Smith's right hand was bleeding profusely, but he cared not at all, gritting his teeth as he loaded the magazine into his pistol.
"Very well, then we are allies now. You fight for revenge, while I fight for the Empire!" Oka smiled and extended his hand.
No wonder he wanted to hide the Shadow; no wonder the demon race wanted to put the Shadow to death. Recalling all that they had encountered previously within the Shadow space, Changning felt that Venerable Yunlan probably had not lied, yet she dared not completely believe it either. "What evidence do you have? What good would sending you into reincarnation do for me?"
Murong Haoxuan rambled nonsense with her while quietly moving his meridians, hoping to temporarily stabilize her and buy himself that precious bit of time.
"Then what should we do now?" Red Jade blinked her long eyelashes and looked at Changning with utter excitement. Once she was certain that this place held the power of the origin, her mind and soul became uncontrollably restless.
She looked at the computer screen, where that video was still in the uploading queue. Totori decisively moved the mouse, deleted the video, and prepared to enter her identity card password to upload the data first.
Guided by the receptionist, Xiao Ming arrived at the table where Hao Fei and the others were sitting. "Brother Fei," Xiao Ming greeted Hao Fei, then asked, "And this is?" The moment Xiao Ming saw Bureau Chief Zhang, he could tell from his posture and aura that this middle-aged man in his fifties was no ordinary person—this was an aura possessed only by those who had held high positions for a long time.
Meanwhile, the "servants" in Peach Blossom Spring had also gathered together to meet Su Luoman, and they even performed the formal kowtow ritual that was mandatory upon first meeting one's master.
Yet at the same time, she knew that after such excruciating effort, the reward she would receive later would feel much like reaching the climax of a certain endeavor.
Not until Yan Qing confirmed that the outside was safe did she step out of the cabinet door on tiptoe, tidy up the cabinet, and then turn around to leap into the night.
"No, you can't treat me like this." Park Xinghe tried hard to put on a grinning face, but because of the sharp pain coming from his heart, his face had turned the color of a spoiled sour eggplant.
Lin Zhuozhuo started climbing the mountain with tears in her eyes. At the very beginning, she could still keep up by Zhu Changjin's side, but by the time they reached further up, she couldn't manage it anymore and had to rest after walking every short stretch.
Huang Haoran's older sister was indeed a bit short, to the point where she couldn't reach the overhead handrail on the bus at all and could only steady herself by holding onto the seat back. But now, due to the large crowd, Huang Haoran's sister didn't even have a place to let go.
Duan Lang did not understand what Yue Lingshan meant by wigs or long hair. There was no movement for a long time.
She had graduated for so long, yet she had not yet accomplished any earth-shattering feat, which left Xiao Yun a little disappointed.
Pork Belly Judge: You've worked hard, brother. It's drawn really well. Come over to my place another day and draw another one for me.
Lee Jun-hee looked at HyunA and, seeing that she still seemed to have words she wanted to say to him, smiled calmly and snapped his fingers toward the nearby Qingyi Restaurant.
He sniffed the wine aroma emanating from the gourd's mouth, feeling as overjoyed as if the old sow at home had just given him a second-litter little brother.
Perhaps touched by Liu Mengying's words, or perhaps by something else entirely, the man who had remained silent all along suddenly helped his wife up, and the two of them walked out holding their already cold child.
A lonely, deserted imperial summer palace, east winds sweeping the carriage paths, and fragrant grasses growing year after year. In the sunset, amidst pine-lined paths with no one around, the ghost fires flickered high and low. Before the songs and dances, within the mirror of prosperity, young hair quietly turned gray. Heartbreaking through the ages, a single patch of moonlight over the Qinhuai River.