Volume 1, Chapter 42: With a Wife Like This, What More Could a Husband Ask For?

Yu Qin had been solely dedicated to this single discipline since birth. No wonder that in the original work, even when Lena's physical body was shattered into comminuted fractures by Sun Wukong, Yu Qin could still heal her from afar.

Yet, this truly could not be blamed entirely on her; after all, even Du Ya, standing clear as a bystander, only realized this at the very last moment.

Zhou Xingxing first shook his head, denying that he had any business with Zilean, and immediately changed the subject.

All of these observations were taken in by Song Jing. It was not until the two of them walked into the forest that he withdrew most of his consciousness. However, his true body did not immediately fall into slumber; possessing Dracula's vampire bloodline, as long as he continuously replenished his vitality, going without rest or sleep was of no consequence.

"Fourth Aunt-Grandmother and the Heir? Amitabha, did that really happen that night..." She naturally had caught wind of it, but had not dared to take it seriously.

Lin Jinxu spent a very, very long time washing herself in the bathroom. Qi Linyuan began to doubt life itself, even suspecting that Lin Jinxu had left the tap running while actually crying inside. Later on, when he suspected that Lin Jinxu had committed suicide in the bathroom and shouted her name aloud without receiving any response, panic began to set in.

After parting ways with Monte, Song Jing took advantage of the remaining time to wander around the camp, or rather, to gather intelligence.

"Such a loud thunderclap, yet not a single spot on the city walls collapsed—only the section you built collapsed, Old Meng. Isn't that a bit too coincidental?" Zhao Gao simply did not believe that a bolt of giant lightning could just happen to strike it down.

His pupils dilated abruptly. The Sovereign was utterly shocked, his blank gaze fixed upon the writhing black dots on the ground, his mind momentarily void of thought.

With a crisp metallic sound, Su Cheng closed the Guanyi Sword, gently stroking the inscriptions carved upon the sheath. His face was weathered, yet his eyes shone clear.

Hao Lang returned to his floor in a huff. The mood he had previously been in to go purchase medicinal herbs today had completely vanished.

He was well aware of his current predicament. He behaved obediently, neither crying nor making a fuss, nor asking for food or water.

Xia Qingfeng took a look. Trying to wedge his way into the circle of these orcs was entirely unrealistic. He turned and walked toward that building, outside of which someone had propped up a ladder. Xia Qingfeng immediately began climbing upward along the ladder. By this time, the people on the rooftop had also noticed Xia Qingfeng approaching. Seized with panic, they hastily stepped aside to make way.

In just a few brief sentences, Fan Xiaoxiao pushed Wu Yang right out the door, giving him no opportunity to offer any explanation. Of course, Wu Yang did not even have time to open his mouth before he was awkwardly eliminated from the scene.

Feng Youru furrowed her brow as she glanced at Fan Xiaoxiao, noticing the latter's reddened eyes and nose, and hurriedly spoke to her.

As for the Eighth District, Xia Qingfeng had also gathered that its current governance was a democratic coalition, where seven major corporations jointly managed the rules of the entire Eighth District City. Together, these seven corporations formulated laws and regulations, and collected taxes from all civilians within the Eighth District to fund infrastructure and reinforce the outer defenses of the city...

When Liangzi rushed to the hospital twenty minutes later, Fan Xiaoxiao had still not emerged from the emergency room, while Rong Kai sat in a disheveled state on the floor, leaning his back against the emergency room entrance.

Vanishing from the imperial palace and returning to the Zhao family residence would inevitably provoke the Emperor's suspicion and implicate the Zhao family as well.

Two ancient gold ingots were displayed before everyone's eyes. Li Hao exercised his tycoon appraisal privilege to verify the authenticity of this collection. These two Guangxu silver dollars were artifacts donated by Han Ziawan's father, Han Baoliang, the chairman of Jindi Group. Twenty thousand years ago—twenty years ago, Han Baoliang had acquired these treasures from an old man's home for thirty thousand.

After offering her apology, Lisa arranged for hotel staff to provide electric kettles for all Chinese tourists on the island.

"Guess for yourself. I'm in a terrible mood right now and can't be bothered to talk much with you." Seeing that his words had taken effect, the masked man no longer worried, casually sitting down in a chair and crossing one leg over the other.

Between heaven and earth, those rare treasures and exotic items tirelessly pursued by countless cultivating living beings—were they not simply far too common in his eyes?

Unlike Yu Bin and his companions, Li Shouyi, operating as a merchant, frequently needed to interact with other players in the world of Entagri, and even employed certain players to assist him. Consequently, in the eyes of intelligence-gathering state agencies, he made an exceptionally prime target.

"Brother Qian, Brother Qian, please eat, have some eat." A pig fawned over him, presenting him with several apples and potatoes. Solely because of the spread of the story, these secondary transmitters had already profited handsomely.

Simultaneously, the Ten Sects of Youlong Star also acted proactively, completely casting aside past grievances and working with one heart and mind to evacuate all mortals residing within the ten-thousand-li territory where that spatial anomaly was located.

Heavy fog shrouded the top of Ye Qian's head, leaving him thoroughly vexed—even more depressed than when he had once been deeply trapped within the City of Oblivion. One reason was the sheer ignorance of the situation, while the other was being deeply plotted against by someone else. Both feelings filled him with displeasure, yet the immediate crisis unfolding right before his eyes compelled him to exhaust all his wits.

Cornered by Liu'er's aggressive maneuvers and on the verge of defeat, that Blood Lotus Guanyin once again unleashed her ultimate technique. She transformed the grievances and souls absorbed within her body back into her own strength, radiating successive streams of red light from her physical form while executing the opening movements of "Double Palms Supporting the Heavens" and "Qi Sinking to the Dantian," reminiscent of Tai Chi forms.

Initially, he had hypothesized that if this mental cultivation technique could prevent blood-seed contamination, it could be widely promoted among various major sects. In the event of a blood zombie outbreak, at least one viable reserve force could be preserved.

Prior to this, Meng Changjun had already perceived that Qian Longkeng treated this bag like a precious treasure; it undoubtedly contained something unspeakable. Although Qian Longkeng had accompanied him to the Discipline Inspection Commission, he was merely undergoing questioning, and Meng Changjun lacked justified grounds to search his bag arbitrarily.

Three days later, at the Seventh Army Headquarters, Army Commander Lu Yufeng's spirits had improved considerably. The entire army had achieved breakthroughs along the entire northern defense line; despite the arduous offensive, they had finally reaped rewards. "Report to the Army Commander, the general offensive on Daliang Mountain has begun, and the general offensive on Rulaidong has also begun!" an operations staff officer reported excitedly.

Locating the duty manager and the production supervisor, Sha Zihao inquired about the stock preparation status. Upon understanding the situation, he instructed his subordinates to make arrangements immediately, while simultaneously placing a call to Guo Tao from the factory. Learning that Guo Tao had already departed for the port district, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

Indeed, it was not merely the Emperor who grew suspicious; even the literati officials followed suit in harboring suspicions. The Northern Song dynasty military figure with the greatest achievements was Di Qing, whose accomplishments amounted to suppressing a barbarian rebellion in the southwest. Yet, he was relentlessly doubted by those literati officials and perpetually ostracized until his death.

The azure sky was washed clean, and the warm morning sunlight cast down upon the river surface, refracting graceful ripples as the clear river water flowed quietly eastward. A red sun gradually ascended, its myriad rays of rosy clouds intertwining with the river water, evoking the vivid imagery of "sun-drenched river flowers redder than fire, spring river waters green as blue."