Volume One, Chapter 27: The Bride Is So Beautiful—Unable to Resist, He Pulled Her Into His Arms!

Lin Ranran gently opened the book that had long since yellowed with age, her fingers tracing the faded diagram on the page. "Folks, the government is encouraging rural areas to build biogas pools. I've been thinking, maybe our village can try it, too. These biogas pools are incredibly useful—not only can they provide light, heat water, and cook meals, but in the evenings, when we feed the livestock, we won't have to rely on those oil-guzzling kerosene lamps anymore. We won't need to scour the hills for firewood to cook pig feed, either. It's convenient and saves money. More importantly, we can build a compost pool, transforming manure into excellent fertilizer, which works far better than ordinary fertilizers!"

The villagers, gathered around, whispered and discussed among themselves.

"I..."

Lin Ranran gently opened the book that had long since yellowed with age, her fingers tracing the faded diagram on the page. "Folks, the government is encouraging rural areas to build biogas pools. I've been thinking, maybe our village can try it, too. These biogas pools are incredibly useful—not only can they provide light, heat water, and cook meals, but in the evenings, when we feed the livestock, we won't have to rely on those oil-guzzling kerosene lamps anymore. We won't need to scour the hills for firewood to cook pig feed, either. It's convenient and saves money. More importantly, we can build a compost pool, transforming manure into excellent fertilizer, which works far better than ordinary fertilizers!"

The villagers, gathered around, whispered and discussed among themselves.

"I..."

"Hmph, let me see just how powerful the legendary Storm God really is," Wang Biao declared loudly. Since battle was now unavoidable, he would not retreat. As the saying goes, if you wish for war, then fight—though the price for defeat is blood and life.

The gods understood this well; that was why they chose this barren world as their battlefield. Here, even if the heavens and earth were torn asunder, it would cause no trouble, for not a blade of grass grew, and almost no spiritual energy remained. This was a world abandoned by the divine realm.

"Of course it’s true. There’s nothing between us now. Didn’t he tell you? Wasn’t it him who sent you to find me?" Gu Xiaobei said as she ate her ‘chicken’ cutlet. She was determined to eat well this meal, for who knew when she’d next have a proper one.

"I always feel that cooking for myself is a luxury," Dan Tai Mingyue nodded seriously.

Yet they did not disappoint Liu Hao. Their actions were just as Liu Hao had seen in their hearts—they charged out without hesitation.

Xu Zhe’s kick was so forceful that it made him spit blood. To be beaten by a five-star primal warrior and cough up blood—Kaoqi found it absurd, but the reality was undeniable.

Shang Luo’s gaze lingered on Dan Tai Mingyue’s face, curious about the rose-shaped mark there, aching to touch it and see if it was real.

As for what kind of power Tol Tai possessed, Xu Zhe had never considered it, nor had the others. When it truly came down to a fight, they all had ways to kill their opponent. If not for the bait plan, Liao Yun and Fei Li Ding would never have slipped away so easily.

He kept too many secrets in his heart. As his friend, she respected him and never pried, yet curiosity inevitably crept in.

News from Vietnam quickly reached Yulin Bay. Li Fuqiang would gather ten thousand Yulin troops at Pulianko and advance toward Cambodia, hoping to capture Phnom Penh this time.

He finished his speech, ignoring the reporters’ reactions and turned away. This brilliant speech was merely the start of a crisis response.

After successfully persuading, his eloquence skill leveled up immediately. Old Cat swaggered in.

The main road connecting Raccoon City to the outside world had long been sealed off. Armed police officers stood behind the barricades like mountains, blocking the last path for those citizens still clinging to life.

Bai Ruozhu opened her mouth, about to object, but it was too late. Seeing how much her son missed his father, she could not bear to separate them.

Who says he doesn’t care about Sihai’s absence? If Qiqi’s father were harmed, could she ever truly smile again?

Mo Guang sighed inwardly. Four hundred premium silks were all Wu Zhen Sect could offer. Zhi Xia, as the Supervisor of Weaving, had dealt with cocoons for millennia—few sects could compete with Zixiao Palace’s premium silks. To avoid being left out in the sun again, he could not raise his offer.

Two transport planes took off at New York Airport, carrying Erica, three mutants, eighty Hand and Osborne soldiers. Their equipment was stored in bags managed by Erica.

"That’s true, but according to intelligence, the Three Demons are indeed headed to the Land of Whirlpools," said Jiazi.

Two hundred eighty-six households, each receiving eighty-six jin of grain. Five hundred jin were kept in the communal store, to be used when needed.

They should have claimed four consecutive victories over the Lakers, but Mo Mengchen sprained his ankle at the start of the final quarter, leaving them without their backbone.

Fang Zong understood: the reason the Desolate Ancient Supreme was so terrifying was that, no matter how quickly prodigies advanced—one level a day, one stage every ten days—they could never bridge the vast gulf between the Heavenly Flood Level and the Desolate Ancient Level.

Two seasoned German divisional commanders would never make such a basic mistake—one that would let the Soviet main force catch up and encircle them. If they did, they’d truly have fallen for Malashenkov’s trap.

He watched as the masked man rushed toward him, noting his strange running posture—like a giant scorpion, manifesting countless blood-red limb shadows that touched the ground without picking up dust.

Old Mother Yue placed the treasure into the beast statue; energy surged forth, filling Fang Zong with vitality so intense he nearly cried out, but he restrained himself, letting his own sphere of light slowly grow.

"Dr. Mo, are you going to let your sister’s kindness go to waste? She worked hard to prepare this breakfast—we should enjoy it together," Adrian said movingly.

His commission was two percent, rising to three percent if his sales surpassed one million. So, if he broke a million this month, he’d get five percent—fifty thousand in commission alone, not to mention bonuses for materials and soft furnishings. The thought made him excited.

Mo Mengchen grabbed the rebound and passed the ball to Houston, but unfortunately, Houston was inattentive and got fouled by Hubble.

Chen Bo’s heartbeat was so steady that even the system couldn’t gauge his emotions.

"I am immortal... hahaha... undying and indestructible!" the madman roared, blazing with divine light, stamping his foot with force.

"Song Qiaofan, do you really think you’re someone special?" Clearly pressed, Jiang Jiayi no longer cared that Song Qiaofan was deep in thought, and blurted out what was on her mind.

Entering the playoffs was already a safe bet for us, but another crucial point remains—we have a slim chance to win the Spring Championship, which is the ticket to the annual S League, an important milestone.

"You two young ladies, I told you not to make rash judgments, or trouble will come again!" the man lectured, for although it seemed the three overlord factions were absent, in fact, many spies were still gathering information about Earth, sending it upward.

Su Mengying drifted absentmindedly down the hospital corridor. As the director of People's Hospital, everyone recognized her. Many doctors and nurses greeted her as she walked, but she seemed oblivious and did not respond.

When Song Xiuzhen’s fate was unknown, Li Youhe became the foremost martial artist of Han country. Mid-stage Grandmaster, he could confidently defeat two of his peers at once.