Chapter 25

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The words had barely left their lips when a blood transport vehicle appeared in everyone’s sight, and two nurses immediately stepped in to assist with the work.

She spoke again, “Seeing how hard you worked today, let alone helping, I didn’t even know what was happening. Although I said all the right things, it left me feeling a deep sense of loss. All of a sudden, it made the distance between us feel so vast.”

A snake’s head was shattered into pieces, spraying flames everywhere like a firework. Two fireballs nearly struck Zhao Dashan.

The moment Uncle Wang entered the room, she clearly saw the smile spread across Chu Tao’s face. She slipped away, and the air suddenly felt different. She could only hear them discussing a few names: Mu Ye, Jiang Shaoyun, and Young Master Qin—none of whom she had ever heard of. Yet, she was unwilling to wander too far.

Long Zhi was tall and imposing, his Blood Demon King armor gleaming with a scarlet light, as if stained with fresh blood. His Dragon Guard was also a martial soul of great refinement. With a massive, towering frame and bulging muscles, he was filled with explosive power.

After speaking, Lei Ming immediately hung up the phone. He scrutinized the wounds on Xia Haitong’s body, unable to imagine how she could remain conscious while suffering such severe injuries.

Suddenly, the floor of the treatment room began to shake violently. Several floor tiles exploded into the air with a loud bang. With a strange, high-pitched squeal, a massive rat head poked through, clamped its jaws onto Ling Yu’s treatment bed, and dragged it to the ground. The tangled electrodes were forcibly ripped out, and Ling Yu was swiftly pulled into the hole in the floor.

Though Song Duanwu’s words were a bit rough, they truly acted as a catalyst. As he cast a sidelong glance at the swordsmen, he noticed a few who held sway over the older swordsman whispering something into his ear.

She then grabbed a box from the bed frame, snatched two pieces of clothing as if looting the place, and took her jewelry box from the vanity—it held her mother’s jade hairpin and the pink diamond he had given her. She stuffed them all in at once and rushed out of the room.

To ensure absolute silence, Zhao Gan had given the man his entire fortune—several thousand yuan—but to his surprise, the secret leaked out anyway. This went to show that Xiao Ce was no philanthropist; he would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

However, this point was easy to resolve. If he weren’t Bardock’s son, how could Goku look so much like Bardock? Of course, they certainly couldn’t be twins; one had lived for thousands of years, while the other was barely over twenty.

“Yes, I am the one who spoke with the elder a few days ago. Passing by today, I thought I would come to pay my respects,” Li Ye said as he walked into the courtyard.

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If not for Wenren Ya, they could already imagine how painful and miserable this night would have been.

The Xi people on the Liaodong Peninsula had settled down. No one wished to return to a life of wandering, and no one wanted to face days of war again. The Xi people on the peninsula had changed; their hearts were with Li Ye. Could they leave the Liaodong Peninsula now? It was no longer the world of the Xi people.

Li Ye’s thinking was becoming clearer. His relationship with Yan Sumin was personal, not one of superior and subordinate. Even the Sima of Laizhou had no authority to assign tasks to Li Ye. This was a trap. Who wanted to harm Li Ye, and what was their motive?

Dou Fuhe shook his head with a bitter smile and continued his train of thought: “If the Liaodong Peninsula were to fall rapidly, it would not be a good thing for the Bohai Kingdom; on the contrary, it would be a disaster. The Xi people broke their promise and attacked the Liaodong Peninsula, only to gain a corner of Dalian City. Does His Majesty think the Xi people can hold onto Dalian City?”

Wang Xiu’s expression shifted. It was just a single team fight, yet the momentum had instantly turned one-sided. This made Wang Xiu, who had always considered himself a master strategist, grow grave.

Spiritual energy within tens of thousands of meters turned violently turbulent, manifesting as hurricanes of power that roared toward that solitary, slender figure.

Xuan Ming still remembered the trace of undisguised tenderness in Shangguan Hong’s eyes when he spoke of his mother. At that time, he knew that Shangguan Hong loved his mother. Those warm and moving words were all true.

In the deep winter of the year Duan Jinrui ascended the throne, Yang Tongruo went into labor. After Liu Moyan received the news, he could no longer sleep. He did not go to the palace to cause trouble; instead, he stood alone in the drifting snow, staring toward the palace all night long.

He didn't listen to a word of her explanation, and no one paid any attention to the announcements he sent out.

The scarred, bald man had actually attempted an escape plan before Zhang Benmin and He Buwei could act, but it was a failure, and he was dragged back in chains that very afternoon.

About seven or eight minutes later, Alberta finished cleaning the wound. He then took a canteen filled with fresh water and poured it over the charred left leg. Although Alberta trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, he insisted on completing the task.

Then, using his status to intimidate others, he forced Lin Hai and his group to submit, reclaim the urban village in the Jinling district, and restore his lost prestige.

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Everything was moving forward quietly, like spring rain soaking the earth; vitality was just around the corner.

“I can handle things on my end; you all focus on yours,” Zhang Tianzhu said, his head lowered as he watched the food in the pot, his tone gentle.

Chu Xuan did not dwell on it too much. Sometimes, when filming deep in the mountains, there was absolutely no signal. After a moment of thought, she sent a message to Xu Shaojie to ask for Su Li’s number.

After all, it was he who had just patted his chest and sworn an oath that he would slap his own face.

This was a question many could not understand. Given Bai Xule’s conditions, he could have easily found someone better.

I wanted to run, but my soft feet could only kick at the air. I could only bury my head and weep in boundless embarrassment.

The Primordial Celestial Lord, the Buddha, and others bowed to the Main God, the Main Demon, and Xuanyun. I called for the imperial chefs to set up a few more tables; guests are guests, and since they have come, we must treat them well.

The reason was simple: the White Lotus Sect in the Nanzhi region had caused such a massive disturbance that it nearly escalated into a rebellion, yet the Jinyiwei, whose duty was surveillance, had been completely ignorant. It truly smacked of dereliction of duty.