(127) The temperature has dropped.

Through the video call, one could clearly see the dark, heavy clouds rolling in, and the rain lashing against the glass with a sibilant hiss. In the flashes of lightning, everything took on a grim and terrifying appearance. It was unclear whether this was a global downpour or if Little Phoenix had somehow steered the storm clouds toward the Rising Sun Safe Zone. To obtain the latest information, she patiently listened as her biological parents spoke to her in soft, coaxing tones. She curled the corners of her lips slightly; while her smile appeared bright and innocent, it held a hidden edge.

"Wang Zhicheng..." After biting her lip for a long time, Xuelian finally spoke his name.

During the skirmish, caught off guard, Ling Mo sustained some minor injuries, but he still managed to decapitate one of the monsters and ultimately used his superior speed to escape the battlefield.

When Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong saw the way Liu Hong looked at them, they suddenly felt a sense of loss, a hollow feeling in their hearts. When they saw Liu Hong struggling to stand, they instinctively stepped forward to help, but Liu Hong pushed them away with his hand. Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong felt even worse, and not just because they had fallen out of favor.

Xuelian giggled as she reached out and gave Yingmei’s rounded backside a firm slap, then hurried off to open the classroom door.

A robust man in a black suit, carrying a stack of bento boxes, strode up to the father and his two sons.

"Brother, why is your face so red?" the observant Xuelian asked, puzzled, before suddenly seeming to understand something.

Although the servants were accustomed to the subtle power struggles between Chu Yirou and Ruan Linmei, this was the first time they had witnessed them arguing so openly.

Gu Dechun stood up and said apologetically to the doctor, "Doctor, it’s our household! My son suddenly had chest pains and fainted. We all thought something terrible had happened to him, which is why we frantically called the ambulance."

When Tiancheng heard that familiar voice, her heart instantly panicked. Why had she come back at this time?

She planned that once she started university, she would find a part-time job, hoping to earn enough to cover her own tuition and living expenses; she had a very clear plan for her future.

"Yes, that solves the power issue!" Xue Yi’s eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh, turned around, and walked excitedly toward the workshop, solemnly recording Tan Zong’s concept. This would be a great invention for the Great Shun.

"Pfft!" The intermediate-grade defensive artifact on Han Hong’s body lasted less than half a second before shattering, though only a few of the magic blades were destroyed in the process.

"Leader Sun." Tan Zong nodded at Sun Wanghai with a smile, a simple greeting. As an Imperial Envoy, he had no need to be overly polite to Sun Wanghai, even if the man was the esteemed leader of the Canal Gang.

"How many warships does the Dutch Far East Task Force have?" Tang Xiangming nodded, then followed up with the question.

Several soldiers approached, using tools to pry the wooden nails from the coffin lid. Tan Zong and Zhao Yuanchang stood nearby, watching with solemn expressions.

After the meeting ended, Tang Shaoyi called the Presidential Palace again to inquire about the President’s whereabouts, but was told that the President was still at the Nanyuan Naval Joint Staff Office and it was unclear when he would return. The aide-de-camp in the attendants' office suggested that Minister Tang go directly to Nanyuan to see the President.

Lisa looked up to see Lei Hu standing at the doorway, changing his shoes, looking as though he was preparing to leave.

Zhang Tianyou couldn’t help but gasp at the sight. What a ferocious venomous insect, what a domineering six-winged centipede! It had actually crawled into the lion’s ear, burrowed into its brain, and sucked the marrow dry.

Standing at the kitchen door, watching Bai Wanru cook with such focus, Zhang Tianyou felt a wave of warmth, mixed with a touch of guilt.

Dazhangwan let out a gurgling laugh from his throat. Pieces of flesh and blood fell from his body with wet thuds, making it impossible to connect him to the towering, crazed, and monstrous figure he had been moments before.