Chapter 12

Having finally acquired two player talent cards, only to find out they could not be used at all.
To say Song Yu felt somewhat defeated would be an understatement, and inwardly, she began silently cursing those two pieces of scum.
Even in death, they couldn't do a single good deed.
However...
"Xiao Yu, what's wrong?"
Xiao Hei gently nudged the somewhat dazed Song Yu and asked.
"It's nothing."
Song Yu shook her head, paused for a moment, and still couldn't help speaking out.
Within this village, although the Yang family's living conditions were already considered quite decent, they were completely incomparable to the two city-bred children, Tang Bingyu and Zhou Zehai. With her father having to toil in the fields and her mother constantly busy, Yang Fangfang had learned to be sensible at a very tender age.
Lu Yingshang had run into a clash with the Grand Duke of Jupiter this night, and the gathered guests, fearing the world wouldn't descend into chaos, crowded around to watch, waving flags, shouting, and cheering loudly.
Lin Feng could only lean toward this line of thought; although there was a slight deviation, it was not too far off the mark. It was not a life-transcending talent who was extending Zagu's life, but rather a scientific genius.
Tang Bingyu, being led along, obediently followed Zhou Zehai. Looking at the boy walking ahead of her, she realized that she didn't know since when, but he had always been protecting her. She bit her lip and asked Zhou Zehai.
...Precisely for this reason, while Zou and Kong were examining other stalls, the servants at those stalls would also cast a glance at their booth. Upon discovering that they were all medicinal pills, they would linger with a few extra glances.
Lin Canglan's unrestrained and flamboyant laughter sounded extremely grating within the tranquil private room of the Yongfu Club. His words were actually spoken in a moderate tone, yet they exuded an arrogance that made ordinary people deeply uncomfortable. Warriors reigned supreme; regardless of whether it was the treacherous scheming of the business world or life-and-death gang warfare, Lin Canglan evidently belonged to the triumphant victor standing until the very end.
Since his master had abandoned all pretense of dignity, he had no choice but to throw caution to the wind and wail loudly, "Take good care of my master!" The emotion was so genuine and heartfelt that anyone unaware would have thought Ji Jingxi was about to depart for the heavens at any second.
Next came the ferocious Normandy landings. This scene portrayed only a corner of the Normandy landings, but its realism was intense, giving people an immersive, being-there kind of feeling.
There was no zombie siege. After Xie Yifei hid at home for two or three days, when her drug cravings struck, she ventured outside for the very first time, only to discover that the sunlight outside was still so brilliant, the air still so fresh, and the apocalypse of her past life had never happened at all—everything was in its most peaceful state.
A nursery rhyme circulated in the Northwest, catchy and well-composed, yet it highlighted the various specialties of the "left-behind army." As for the legendary "loyalist relief army," because they had never marched onto the Northwest battlefield and the common people had never seen them, they were never incorporated into the nursery rhyme.
The reason he recruited Han Ning was precisely because Han Ning was now capable of cultivating immortal-grade celestial fruits. Following this great war, the Heavenly Court had lost many resources plundered by the Demon Realm; numerous orchards had been thoroughly ransacked, and the Peach Orchard had almost been raided. This was precisely the time when talents like Han Ning were urgently needed.
Yet Feofania snapped out of her daze after only a brief moment, and even Gurbatov failed to detect any abnormality.
Although he did not know what kind of abilities the extreme-yin rebirth tomb formation would transform the baleful Qi into, nor what specific powers it possessed, he was certain that he had succeeded.
Lobanov possessed such formidable power that it had already deeply shocked Gao Shuai. What surprised him even more was that, judging by the sound of it, Aflatchenko seemed to be the same.
"I'm busy reviewing memorials and researching this contraption every day, so I get very little sleep..." Zhu Youxiao muttered while greeting Liu Ziguo to get into the carriage. He pulled out the crank handle to start the engine himself, then leaped into the driver's seat, driving this primitive automobile in circles right in front of the Qianqing Palace.
One type was the high-stakes gambler approach—whether throwing everything in all at once or exercising a sliver of caution, they all shared a common characteristic: they spent extravagantly. Often, after just a few stones, the cost would run into millions at the very least.