No. 42 Haishi No. 1 High School

Chu Lianruo's eyes darkened; indeed it was as she expected. Xuyang slammed his palm down onto the chessboard beside the bed, sending all the Go pieces scattering once again with a continuous clatter.

He was a shadow guard trained by Xuyang himself. For her to say she was a fraction inferior to him meant that the imperial guards in this palace were certainly no match for him at all.

Upon seeing Chu Lianruo again, Xuyang was naturally filled with an overwhelming longing. Yet, seeing her seated beside Xurong, he had no choice but to forcefully suppress every single emotion rising in his heart, leaving him to drown his sorrows in cup after cup of imperial wine.

Ruhua looked at Feng Jin with a beaming smile, but the moment her gaze brushed against those eyes, her expression shifted abruptly, and by the time she recovered her senses, a chill ran down her spine.

These past few days had truly been filled with nervous tension and exhaustion, so even before eight o'clock, I had already fallen asleep. I could feel Ren Qianshang sleeping right beside me, feeling his arms encircle my body as he muttered that he would take me to the traditional Chinese medicine hospital for a check-up tomorrow.

Lvluo hastily acknowledged the command. She had originally thought she could use this birthday banquet to win the emperor's favor; she never imagined such an unexpected crisis would arise.

Following the outbreak of the Korean War, China established the Northeast Border Defense Force as early as July 13th, dispatching four armies and artillery units from Henan to the Northeast to reinforce the border defenses. Chen Yun represented the Chinese government in an emergency meeting with Zheng Qingying at the palace in Terengganu.

Ding Hao bowed slightly in salute. Perhaps Niu Batian harbored other motives, but there was no denying that without Niu Batian, he would not be the person he was today, which left him harboring deep gratitude toward Niu Batian.

What brought Wu Baitong a tiny sliver of comfort, however, was the thought that as long as they could hold out for just one more day, the fierce beasts would retreat, and the crisis facing Slashing Immortal Island would be resolved.

If it were human enemies coming, Gu Qingcheng felt it would not be so terrifying. Yet right now, it was countless mindless stones hurtling toward them, leaving Gu Qingcheng with no other option than to dodge.

Returning from Madam Mo's place, the group was both exhausted and weary, so they hurriedly boarded a carriage and headed back to Full Fortune Tower to rest.

"You will die without even the slightest shred of value!" Feng Xinglang repeated with icy coldness and emphasis.

As the three of them were talking, they saw Tian Erleng pulling a rickshaw over beneath the dim yellow streetlights, showing not a single trace of fatigue.

Puppet troops could not even be considered second-rate. Before they even had a chance to cross bayonets with our army, they were already hacked down by our soldiers. How the Japanese troops could tolerate a unit with such abysmal combat effectiveness was a mystery.

In the distance, rolling green mountains stretched endlessly, while close by, layers of forest flushed with fresh green and tender grass began to sprout. In the middle of the racecourse stood an artificial lake covering over ten mu, engraved with the stone inscription "Lake Mirroring Rosy Clouds," its clear blue waves rippling and shimmering in the light.

Faced with these villagers who claimed to know nothing, Hatada Langxi's patience had reached its absolute limit. His facial muscles stiffened as he glared at them with a terrifying gaze.

However, the threshold of Nanjiang University was by no means low. For a master and servant to both enter the university either meant their background was exceptionally formidable or their academic results were extraordinarily remarkable.

After these divine weapons left Fan Ping'an's body, they flew one after another toward the wise incarnation of Fan Ping'an. Unfortunately, because Fan Ping'an and his wise incarnation shared the exact same soul, he was equally unable to utilize these divine weapons.

During this period, Lin Han also discovered that the higher a martial artist's cultivation, the stronger their soul became, and the more his own soul power increased after being devoured by the Soul Master's Heavenly Eye.

Everyone was alarmed; these Gu worms were actually far more terrifying and bizarre than mere poison. Moreover, unlike poison, Gu worms were living and controllable, making them much better than poisons that could only be rigidly controlled. If everyone were simply poisoned, they could have all swarmed forward to capture Fan Ping'an and force him to hand over the antidote.

That was strange. The man in the house should not have returned home all night; surely his family members should have come out to look for him by now. Could this man not be from Zhangmutou Village?

The memories of the Venerable rolled through Liu Shuang's mind, constantly washing over his body and brain which had been steeped in the mortal world for decades. Only by washing away mortal dust could one instantly achieve godhood; the broader one's vision, the greater one's power.

"You'll take responsibility? How will you take responsibility? What about Sister Jin?" Chen Kexin showed no courtesy whatsoever, speaking out directly like a hunter driving her prey step by step into a pre-dug trap.

At the initial sight of this, although Hua Cheng was greatly alarmed, he was not entirely paralyzed with horror—what truly froze him in his tracks was the colossal monstrosity lurking amidst the towering piles of white bones, equipped with tens of thousands of writhing black tentacles.

Back then, when he was fighting a few beggars for a steamed bun, even though he was beaten until his entire body was covered in blood, he refused to let go no matter what. Eventually, he was discovered by a member of the Sea Serpent Gang and brought back to the faction.

"My purpose is to invite you to appreciate this poem, and at the same time, I want to tell you that this poem was thought up by a young man in five minutes," Yi Ke said, looking rather smug, as if he himself had written the poem.

Several deputy generals swore before Murong Jinghong that they would unearth the internal traitor, yet Murong Jinghong merely propped his head up with one hand, letting them argue noisily in front of him, his lips pressed tightly together and his brows heavy with a complex, gloomy expression.

The young man looked at Li Deyei with a gaze filled with utter disdain. Idiot—that was the conclusion he had drawn about Li Deyei. Of course he knew who Li Deyei was, but he had never looked down upon these merchants in his eyes.

Once June passed, the weather gradually grew hotter, and Lu Yingquan's enthusiasm for arranging Yun Yao's wedding grew in tandem.

Having just secured the role without even having time to negotiate the contract and finalize the signing, negative rumors regarding dining with clients had already exploded.

Before obtaining her complete forgiveness, he could endure anything. But the moment he obtained it, he felt as though he had grown starved to a degree where he could no longer hold back.

"Who is 'we'? You're a bachelor, but we are different; we all have families and dependents," Yan Beichen said.

Liu Runqing held tightly to Qin Shuishu's hand. His heart had been suspended the entire time, but hearing Qin Shuishu speak with such calm, he felt even less like a real man.

She remembered that Sun Min had drawn her last breath today because she could not hold on any longer, and her parents did not even have time to catch a final glimpse of her. Could it be that she had truly turned into a vengeful spirit to exact retribution?

At the mention of that courtyard, Fuxi still felt a lingering sense of fear—not fear of Qin Shuishu, but fear of Liu Runqing.

Heh, the people who were supposed to come and rescue Qin Shuishu had all left. Did they realize that Liu Runqing could no longer win Qin Shuishu's affection?

By the third day of the development, the couple had not even been out strolling for very long before they were intercepted by the few people who had been tailing them for several days.

The Ji family, one of the five ancient clans, possessed a history far too ancient. From a certain perspective, their history also represented one facet of the history of China.