Volume 1, Chapter 23: Why Put On This Act of Devotion Now

"Fine! You go ahead and coordinate the medicine first. Once that is settled, we will approach Qi'er. If we use his influence without absolute certainty, it could have a negative impact on his official career." Jia Rong smiled and stroked his chin. With all misunderstandings cleared, the rest now depended on Chen Ji's capabilities.

Returning to the mansion, Huo Buyi heard that Luo Jitong had not yet left, so he went back to his room to change into casual clothes before heading over.

Shaoshang smiled as usual, though only she knew that her cheeks were aching slightly—this was how she would feign nonchalance whenever she was truly afraid.

Lin Sangbai pondered for a moment how he should retort, but decided against it; he could not afford to provoke Thillis's headbutt.

Camellias are most famous when grown in Yunnan, known in the world as "Dian Tea." Having grown up in Dali, Duan Yu was accustomed to camellias and recognized them at a glance.

The fighter pilot dispatched by the Japanese side was none other than their absolute ace, Hideaki Nishiyama. After scoring a hit, Nishiyama nimbly maneuvered his plane to change positions; he was a firm believer in the tactic of "hit and run."

He found his father-in-law, who had "snatched" Ning'er away from him, increasingly eyesore, yet he could not find a way to join their conversation.

With armored vehicles tearing through the defensive lines, combined with air force bombings and strafing, Musashi's artillery unit was temporarily out of action. Thus far, his artillery had suffered no losses; the only frustration was that the cannons were too heavy, making it difficult for the artillery unit to keep pace with the breakthrough.

After all, a comparison with the dragon race revealed how formidable the dragons of this world were. Even an ordinary dragon possessed legendary strength, while the elites reached the peak of the legendary tier. By that logic, any being revered as a king by the dragons must surely have surpassed the barrier of the demigods.

However, even though he knew he was wrong, Sheng Chaohui did not feel that he would bring ruin upon his entire family.

Last night, not long after Thick Lips returned, Tian Yu gave notice that the battle would begin tomorrow. To maintain the ruse, Long Face had no choice but to have his troops prepare. Fortunately, Thick Lips had already informed Ran Fei of the situation the previous night.

Ever since the original owner married his brother, this thorn in their side had been the most hostile toward her—let alone calling her "sister-in-law," he never even gave her a civil look at home.

Seeing the golden armor on Tang Xin and the golden sword in his hand, the Chieftain of the Water Immortal Clan was overjoyed. If such a supreme treasure were to fall into her hands, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

Perhaps they would put on an act for the first few days, but it wouldn't be long before Lin Xuan exerted his influence, and they would immediately revert to their true selves, continuing to bully and berate him.

The Nanyue delegation had not yet arrived, and with no one by her side, Ling Weiyang had been somewhat restrained over the past two days. Once her people arrived, it was likely she would become even more unscrupulous in the palace whenever she grew impatient.

Ling Weiyang was shocked. Beyond her disbelief, a flicker of admiration for Mu Zhi suddenly emerged—how had that happened?

Mu Zhi thought of Ying Mo immediately. Like it or not, she had to admit that they were now essentially bound together. If they were honest with each other, perhaps things wouldn't be so complicated.

This was a standardized regulation unified by the Alliance during the era of the campaigns. Regardless of the differences in combat zones, at least sixty percent of the garrison bases were required to maintain standard equipment.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she recalled Pei Hang being arrested halfway through his attempt to look cool, and she couldn't help but find it amusing.

The central army led by the Great Chu imperial family was retreating steadily, fleeing in terror, with the daily death toll rising at a horrific rate.

Before he could react, Yu Suifeng had stepped forward, sealing the acupuncture points all over his body, and immediately moved to tear open the clothes on his chest.

Cao Cao stared at Liu Bowen with a dazed expression, feeling a sense of resentment toward Liao Xi deep in his heart. Why was it that he had such brilliant strategists and fierce warriors under his command, while he remained a lonely sprout... boo-hoo.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother appeared before Wang Xiangyuan, with the second brother carrying a black leather bag.

This version of Ye Jinzhi was simply vulnerable, not even worthy of being considered a rival.

Jing Tong was caught off guard and kissed by him. She opened her eyes wide without resisting, but when Jiang Yu pushed his tongue inside, she bit down unceremoniously. It wasn't hard, but it was enough to make the man grunt in pain.

"If the Yellow Turban bandits are not eradicated, how can the common people ever hope for a good day? Do you all understand this?" Liao Xi said, looking at the soldiers on the training ground.

The couple left the bedroom, but before they reached the dining room, they saw the butler standing in the hallway with several servants, their faces grave as they whispered about something.

Hearing Chu Jianjia's words, the burly men had no choice but to steel their hearts and head toward Ye Jinmu and Fu Dianchen.

"You are truly miserable!" Although Third Master Yuan had no way to return, she did not want to be used as a threat; the constant threat to her life was too terrifying.

Qi Xin's fainting spell was merely a preparation to follow Island Master Xiao in and out for the next few days.

As for the bland, watery vegetarian dishes, Lord Mars, who could not live without meat, selectively pretended not to see them.

Mo Yan called Qing Tian back to tell her she would be returning tomorrow and asked her to keep the matter confidential. Knowing Mo Yan’s low-profile nature, Qing Tian agreed readily.

Seemingly satisfied with Chen Fan's expression, the old man stroked his beard with a playful look, as if he did not take Chen Fan seriously at all.

The man in black looked on in disbelief. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, clutching his throat tightly, but blood continued to seep through his fingers. A moment later, he fell silent.

A crisp slapping sound echoed, and five purple finger marks immediately appeared on An Miaoyi's fair, delicate face.

"But, Brother Yuan, you just orchestrated a plan that nearly killed Ye Tian. Will he tolerate you?" the confidant asked worriedly.

"Director Fang, I wonder what kind of television series your company is planning to film?" Although Li Xiaowan was a bit disappointed, she quickly adjusted her mindset.