Cheng Cheng and the Cicada
Chapter 1 Amnesia, Broken Dreams, Time Intertwined
The little girl, CC, frowned, looking at the middle-aged man with messy hair and a beard covering half his face.
Of course, she knew that this name was fake.
However...
Presumably, since this dazed man in front of her had lost his memory, it was natural that he wouldn't remember his real name, and taking a fake name was understandable.
"Okay, Vv."
The little girl, CC, accepted this setting, and spread her hands.
A burst of rapid gunfire rang out, the bullets accurately hitting the back of the Scorpion Unknown's hand, preventing it from picking up the weapon on the ground.
Souga Masato frowned. How could someone with such a fierce aura be a qualified Rider?
"Host, you can't underestimate this song. This song is not just a simple song, it encompasses everything. Moreover, although it is said to be a song, it can coordinate different lyrics and singing." The AI's tempting voice rang out in Ling Zhou Tian's ears once again.
Although the wind outside was not strong, it still made the paper on the window rattle. The faint moonlight reflected mottled shadows of trees, swaying constantly on the window.
These people were all core employees of the former Kiba Corporation, and they understood the Qinghe family's business very well. If they were fired, it would take a long time to start work, let alone make a profit.
She vaguely felt that they weren't from the Feng family. This event had not happened in her previous life, so it must have arisen from her relationship with Feng Qiaoren.
Although Granny Song also suspected something, her years of experience told her not to make a fuss. Sometimes the villagers would help the weaker party, and if you made a scene, they wouldn't speak up for you.
"Rui'er, give it a try!" Finally, Ran Yu spoke. They had received kindness from others today, so they should also extend kindness to others.
She observed the battlefield less than a hundred meters away, coldly watching the teams of professionals and warriors who were trying to circle around from the left and right.
If it weren't for that, and the other party disliked him, he wouldn't have been willing to help. He had agreed to a free consultation, and he wouldn't receive a single penny. Who would be willing to do such a thankless thing?
While eating, Juxiang couldn't help but cough violently again, and went to squat under the eaves, coughing so hard that she couldn't catch her breath. Suddenly, she discovered a dark red clump of blood in her phlegm, and was shocked, immediately rubbing it away with her foot.
Qin Hui's mother was celebrating her seventieth birthday, and he hired two opera troupes to perform for three days. Speaking of which, Qin Hui was a filial son. His mother loved to listen to opera, and he loved to listen to opera too. Sometimes he would even sing a few lines to make his mother happy.
I tugged at his sleeve. He finally glanced at me, snatched the scabbard from my hand, and sheathed his sword.
"Sister Ning'er, don't worry, there's a town behind that grove. We can stay there for the night." Ziling pointed to a dense forest upstream of the Tuo River.
"You are not wearing the dress I chose for you." Zongzheng Zha Li seemed unwilling to continue in silence and slowly spoke.
At this time, the Emperor really didn't know how to decide. Now that such a thing had happened, he had to give an explanation to the Duke of Fu and the Bai family, but the Ouyang family could not be offended easily, no matter what. Moreover, if he were to personally issue an edict to punish this nephew, not to mention that he was somewhat reluctant, the Empress Dowager would definitely be the first to object.
Da Tuo gladly agreed to move. He first helped Ruan Zhen manage the business, and soon married Ruan Zhen. The couple opened a company in Hanoi.
Because the soil here had been nourished by spiritual energy for many years, some of the mortal trees planted here grew lush and verdant. In addition, there were still remnants of natural formations on the mountain, preventing mortals from setting foot here. Over time, this place became a desolate mountain and forest, and few people had set foot here for tens of thousands of years.
The hundred-zhang-high Seven Aperture Exquisite Tree had already been uprooted. More than half of it had been taken into the Pure Bottle. Countless roots were still exposed outside. The Pure Bottle suddenly trembled, and then the entire tree was taken into it, leaving only a thirty-mile-radius pit in place. The pit was dark and bottomless.