60 Ice Cube

Over the past few days, the defensive fortifications around Yushan have been reinforced, with the main gate being the primary focus. It is virtually impossible for ordinary zombies alone to push down the gate. However, just in case, Li Zijing still directed everyone to reverse a vehicle behind the gate, using its rear to wedge firmly against it.

"Dabao!" Mao Shanming looked at the ghost lying in pain on the ground, wanting to go over and see how he was doing.

Although he knew the other party was entirely acting out of consideration for him, while feeling a warm glow in his heart, Chen Lu's mouth still twitched involuntarily, and he inevitably felt a trace of sympathy for Song Ming, the head of the battle team.

After all, accepting unearned rewards leaves a blemish on one's Dao heart, which is detrimental to future cultivation. Huang Xuanling was not the kind of shameless person who would take benefits and simply walk away. If he were to accept these items, he would have no choice but to take on the position of the courtyard master.

Zhang Zhao nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and drove forward. The road conditions of the Island Ring Avenue were actually similar to those of Riverside Avenue, lined with sculptures and architecture full of exotic charm. However, compared to Riverside Avenue, it was much more bustling. Most of the buildings along the way were hotels, restaurants, cafes, and specialty supermarkets.

Everyone moved successively into the main hall, where the tables were already laden with wine and meat. That evening, Elder Xiao hosted a grand banquet specifically to welcome Ye Han.

Ye Han quietly followed behind. Sitting beside a thick tree branch, he softly whispered a sentence into Binglan's ear.

"And then?" Chu Yun was growing impatient. What he wanted to know most right now was how to rescue Lin Chen, Austin, and Dabai. Besides, Shen Yu and Mu Yuan had also run off somewhere, leaving him burning with anxiety.

As soon as the prefect returned home, he sent his men to attack those people. Because they had the addresses and names, it was very easy to round them up.

Consequently, the show came to an abrupt halt and could no longer continue.

Meanwhile, a faction that Wang Yun had supported through Novak a little over a year ago was still growing slowly.

The Spider-Man movie filmed by Wang Yun had always been the focus of all Hollywood media and filmmakers, let alone the fans. The shooting progress had been quite transparent all along. The news that filming had wrapped and that they were moving on to special effects composition quickly spread across Hollywood, and subsequently throughout the United States and the entire world.

This batch of firearms and supplies had been ordered earlier by Zhuo Yun when he called Thomas, having the Deep Sea Crab King transport them using white bubbles. It was precisely because he relied on these supplies that he completely disregarded the alliance of the major gangs.

Among them, Li Kun was the nephew of the county's education bureau director. Furthermore, his aunt's husband was a deputy section chief in the provincial government office.

Yet, upon seeing the sudden outburst from Jiang Wei and Lin Naluo just now, and witnessing the immense power of Jiang Wei's six-stream sword technique unleashed simultaneously, the City Lord of Fushan truly did not believe he could win—even though he was in the midst of frantically burning his soul.

Michelle looked at a sketch of Wang Yun hanging on the living room wall. The reason she recognized it as Wang Yun was because of his eyes and hair; everything else did not match Wang Yun's current appearance. In the portrait, Wang Yun had a full beard and was dressed in hunter's attire.

Zhang Bangchang had not yet married, so he had not set up any estate of his own. His current residence was a side courtyard of the Zhending Campaign Command.

The total investment from major film studios had already exceeded one billion US dollars, far surpassing the investment levels of Hollywood in previous years.

Becoming the Master of the Secret Realm and leaving Cleveland was his only way to shed the plane imprint of Cleveland.

"Hoo..." She gently exhaled, her eyes somewhat vacant as she looked at the ancient scroll in her hand, the faint flush of shyness on her fair cheeks gradually fading away.

This Yin-Yang Spirit-Sealing Array was no ordinary formation; it was a high-grade tier-one dragon-pattern array, which could only be set up by a dragon-pattern master of the corresponding rank.

Seeing this scene, Dong Yueyue's face changed drastically, and realizing the danger of the situation, she immediately reached for the phone to dial the hotel lobby's number.

Moreover, this soul had to have sufficient tacit understanding and familiarity with oneself; otherwise, trouble would arise if something went wrong.

The Divine Weapon Elder turned the candlestick back to its original position, and the underground secret chamber gradually closed once more. However, he stood unmoving, stroking his white beard with one hand, and chuckled heartily.

The matron chuckled as she pushed away Chang Fei's head, bit down on the aluminum strip in Chang Fei's hand, and ate with a beaming smile.

Although Qin Hai regretted coming, it was already too late. The external spiritual Qi remained as endless as ever, continuously surging into his body.

The others around them stared in bewilderment, clearly still unable to digest the massive amount of information just conveyed.

Without wasting any more words, once Green also arrived, the Spurs core group boarded the team's dedicated vehicle and headed to the airport, where their private plane was ready and they could depart at any moment.

The officials of the Secretariat from before had all recently received promotions. Once Fusha ascended the throne in the future, these officials would likely be elevated to the imperial court. Compared to other aristocrats who looked down upon their humble origins, Fusha was clearly much more open-minded and magnanimous.

That morning, in front of a rather famous restaurant in the capital, a black sedan pulled up, and a young man in a black leather jacket stepped out. He wore black sunglasses, his hair was slicked and shiny, and from a distance, he easily stood over one hundred and eighty centimeters tall.

Listening to the elder's voice, the disciples present were already whispering to one another, clearly unbelieving that Lin Yi would actually step into the arena.

Never had they expected that the two would cross paths unexpectedly under such circumstances, and judging by their stance, they would not stop today until a clear victor was decided.

After that, Qingyun avoided him for a long time. Xiao He was both exasperated and amused, mixed with an indescribable trace of vexation. The more she avoided him, the more he couldn't help but pay attention to her, seizing every opportunity to approach her, talk to her, and smooth down the feathers he had ruffled.