All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

Chu Yang walked straight out of the hall and continued to climb the seemingly endless stairs.

Above the 3,333rd floor, the pressure suddenly increased several times, and waves of strange demonic sounds, like maggots in the tarsal bones, drilled into his sea of ​​consciousness, trying to disturb his mind.

"Little tricks."

Chu Yang sneered. These demonic sounds were not even as powerful as Tucker’s attack.

His soul, after countless trials, had become as solid as a rock.

Yong failed in his first attack and was too lazy to turn around and attack, so he turned his target directly to Han Lin, the object of his greatest hatred. At this moment, he felt a cold current rushing towards him, and it was Yue Lingxian who came to the rescue.

"This is a difficult problem." The bomb disposal experts frowned and discussed in a low voice for a while, but they could not find a way to completely crack the problem.

The sound was like thunder, waking up Chu Tianshu, and also waking up Bai Yunduo, who also took a step forward and stretched out a pair of trembling hands.

It must be said that Mr. Liu's smile was a bit of a spoiler and a bit unremarkable. When Liu Yihua came back to his senses, he saw that everyone was looking at him with surprised eyes. Liu Yihua rubbed his nose and his old face turned slightly red.

After Liu Yihua climbed to the top of the cliff, he immediately became alert, looked around, and found that there was no one around.

"Let's go." Chu Tianshu finally woke up from his trance. He took the big suitcase from Huang Yawei and pushed it out.

In the current delicate political environment, Chu Tianshu and Fu Damu are not in harmony with each other. For some things, they can only pretend to be ignorant even though they know the truth; for some things, they pretend to know the truth even though they are ignorant; and for some things, they are half-knowledgeable and half-confused, so they have to sabotage while pretending to help.

If half of these things were done by Fan Wubing, then he can basically be said to be so bad that he has sores on his head and pus on his feet.

To be honest, I really want to comfort her. I don’t want to scare her, nor do I want to take advantage of her. If I say this, you will believe it... right?

Guan Yingjie was so confused that he didn't know what to say. All he wanted was to ask Guo Zhuocheng to promise in front of the cadres that future charges must be reasonable and that forced levies would never be allowed. Now Guo Zhuocheng's considerations were more comprehensive and reasonable than what he had thought, and he really couldn't say anything different.

The entire conversation entered the students' ears in its entirety, and a thunderous cheer suddenly rang out in the cabin.

What Li Weixi sold was his own shares. If he wanted to have full control over these shares, he had to meet an outrageous number of additional conditions.

The renovation of the pigpen was completed on the 18th. The electricity was brought over by the original pig owner and was still usable. The wires and socket strip were replaced.

He had always thought that Liu Fan only killed the ringleaders of the rebels, just like in Langzhong and Fuxian, only Wang Dan and Li Fu were killed. The rest of Huang Quan and his family were not harmed.

The old man tapped the broken arm a few times, and the blood stopped flowing out immediately. He stared at Lu Xingchen and spoke word by word.

Yang Zhenyu told Director Liu Guangbiao of the Northwest A&F Experimental Center about this matter and promised that Pentium Agricultural Trade Co., Ltd. would provide certain subsidies. In this way, technicians would have an additional income on top of their original salary and benefits from Shengyuan Technology Company, which was quite tempting.

The truck could not drive into the mechanized farming road, so Yang Zhenyu transferred a double-row seat truck from the vermicelli factory to help pull the truck.

Usually, things that humans cannot explain are attributed to gods, especially in the Jingchu people who believe in witchcraft.

"It's okay to say it." Liu Fan resisted the urge to not say it if it wasn't necessary, and raised his hand magnanimously to let him speak.

When Lu Xingchen thought of this, he slowly closed his eyes. It was time for him to have a good sleep and relax from the fatigue of recent times, because tomorrow would be the beginning of this good show.