Volume One, Chapter 21: You Are a Spy for Dakang

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This was the first time Liu Qi felt Sima Yun’s tenderness, and also the first time he found himself in a dominant position with Sima Yun. Although it was only on the bed, this sensation truly captivated him. After several rounds, both were utterly exhausted, lying face down on the bed.

Sima Yun, breathing heavily, gently caressed Liu Qi’s face. A few beads of sweat slid down his cheek, tracing the sharp contours of his features.

“This feeling isn’t bad at all,” Sima Yun said, panting, like a clingy cat leaning against Liu Qi, as if he could never get enough.

Thinking that Liu Qi would be entering the palace in a few days made Sima Yun feel even more reluctant, prompting him to seek Liu Qi’s company more frequently...

Lin Fang couldn’t help but marvel at Zhang Weinan’s luck. He had only taken a doctor with him on a trip to the capital, done nothing else, yet obtained a promise from the master. Was his fortune really that good? After all, in more than twenty years, Gu Tianxiong had never once mentioned promoting anyone. It seemed Zhang Weinan’s appointment would have to be elevated further.

The old man, scowling, said deliberately, “The Japanese? We don’t care for them! We are true banner people.” After speaking, he slowly strolled back inside to cool off.

Before she had time to ponder, a bowl of Wangchuan water was forcefully poured into her mouth. She choked violently, and the already fragmented and confusing memories became even more blurred and impossible to piece together.

This plan had been conceived years ago but was shelved due to insufficient funds. Now that finances were somewhat more ample, the pilot project was ready to be launched immediately.

Could it be that Fan Lei finally withdrew his own money? But not a single coin had entered his card. Zhou Lin was secretly shocked and glanced back at him, but his expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of reaction.

Before long, the team had dug over ten meters deep, but at this point, a patch of gray-white stone appeared.

He did not have to wait long before a large group of people appeared in his line of sight, slowly moving forward. Li Hongzhang and his party had finally arrived.

The greatest concern was that after traveling quite a distance, there was no sign of any people or animals, nor a single corpse to be found—only traces of blood remained.

Eleven’s body still bore the lingering, burning tickle of being violated for the first time, a sensation that filled her with both hatred and shame.

“Then I shall sign the order immediately—a conscription decree to command border troops not to engage in any friction with the Han people,” Sophia declared with the authority of a regent.

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Galdan waved his hand disdainfully. “Let the warriors of our Western Frontier come forward.” He emphasized the word “warriors” with a heavy, ironic tone.

I sealed away the Fire Ape Baby and handed it over to the Spicy Strip Godfather, letting them take it themselves to set up a stall in Black Rock City’s square.

“This is too strange.” Zhang Youde felt his mind about to explode. A hundred meters away, thirty musketeers in brightly colored uniforms stood at the ready, their commander calmly brandishing a battle knife, standing motionless.

Taimeibei. The DVD player had already released its second generation overseas. The DVD player, known for its strong error correction capabilities, was the most popular and highest quality among all DVD brands.

The Ice Tiger and Silver Fox, two pets, walked in single file, one after the other, which reassured me somewhat. If trouble arose, the Ice Tiger would sacrifice itself while I rode the Silver Fox to escape.

It was as if some rule had designed the game world for them, transforming the originally virtual realm into a tangible reality, automatically filling in any oversights or omissions they hadn't considered.

At the Middle Army Camp beneath Ava City, Li Xiao pointed to a map explaining the battle situation to Zhu Jun. Having spent a year in Northern Myanmar and receiving reports from scouts, he was well-informed about frontline military affairs, speaking with authority.

After two provocations from me, the hatred of the Demon Sound Bat shifted onto me again. Just as it was about to attack, Assassin Eraser leapt high and delivered a backstab, instantly turning the tide.

The Drunken Immortal Fruit was transplanted to the Yellow Dragon Valley by predecessors from the ancient cultivator’s cave. Over thousands of years, dozens of the originally transplanted Drunken Immortal Fruit trees withered or died, leaving only a few remaining today.

If they were fortunate enough to remain together until their hair turned white, she could proudly tell him, and their descendants, that he had said since he was eighteen that she would be his forever—and indeed, forever meant forever, not a moment less or more.

Mo Qi’s figure flickered as he suddenly appeared beside Chang Yuning’s bed, reaching out swiftly to take her pulse.

If angels existed, so too did fallen angels. If angels were born from the cosmic order, fallen angels were those who sought to transcend the universe’s laws, becoming angels who could freely wield their own powers—fallen angels.

Initially, some who wanted to participate were worried that if Ke Ling’er, Hegu, and others couldn’t provide funding, what would happen?

The lower garments were similar—every inch of fabric was economized. The exposed area was far greater than Ashley’s thin strap.

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Between them now flowed a river, a river with an indistinct direction, named the River of Forgetfulness. It divided them into yin and yang sides. No matter how longing crossed mountains and waters, he could no longer see the radiant smile on her face.

His hands were in his pockets, a faint smile still at the corner of his lips, but those lake-blue eyes were unusually calm. Mo Qingshan instantly knew—he was angry.

In Buddhism, the number nine symbolizes completeness. When one sheds the bodies of nine past lives and reaches the tenth, it becomes an unstoppable trend, making one immune to all disasters.

The starry sky was filled with countless residual shadows, fist shadows, and palm shadows scattered everywhere. Numerous beams of fist light tore through space, directly arriving before Miaodaozhen.

Wu Cunxin clearly saw a cold, sinister smile curl at the corner of Mo Qi’s mouth. His heart skipped a beat, intuition warning him that something bad was about to happen. Instinctively, he unleashed all his spiritual power to twist Mo Qi’s arm.

The boy’s eyes gazed at the sky. I turned back and looked into the boy’s eyes reflecting the myriad lights of the night, seeing the very image of love.

Wang Xi sneered, looking at Song Jiayao’s elegant attire. A flicker of envy flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by disdain.

And that report on the divine monster was forcibly subdued by Zhang Jun. Both morally and logically, the report had to be handled in order.

“Some of you must have heard of it—the intelligence on greed released by the Empire. This is our best tool to combat greed. Yes, the one who provided this precious intelligence is him—”

Rambo was left utterly baffled by the system’s words, staring blankly at the transparent figure.

Pan Jun, son of the Minister of Ceremonies, also served as Cavalry Commander and maintained a close friendship with him. Officials from General Wei Quanzong downwards all maintained relations with him.