Volume 1, Chapter 25: The Vanishing Woman (04)

"In that case, I apologize for the interruption..." Yan Jingchen’s expression turned bleak in the video as she cut the connection.

Meanwhile, the two Ducano beasts and the Dulang demon ape continued to ravage the army, completely unopposed.

"Keep a few books for your review over the next few days," Chen Qiaoshan said. He picked out the materials he intended to keep, set them aside, and then scooped up the rest in a single armful. He nudged Sun Guangming’s chair with his foot, signaling him to move.

That melodious voice faded, tinged with a faint shyness and a tremor that left Nangong Yuchen momentarily stunned.

The thunder in the sky grew louder, and the darkness was terrifyingly deep; every flash of lightning illuminated the entire earth in a ghastly display.

Qin Yichen was well aware of Qin Feiya’s ambition for the throne, yet he had never once plotted against him.

Those present were either software engineers or financial professionals, all with above-average intelligence. While they didn't know the exact extent of Chen Qiaoshan's wealth, they knew that his donations started at a million dollars, so they trusted he wouldn't lead them astray.

It was impossible; he couldn't even gather his true energy. It felt as if the energy within his body had vanished entirely, leaving him no choice but to collapse heavily to the ground.

After taking the bag from Linghu Xiuhua’s hands, Lan Xin sat on the bed, happily fiddling with her new clothes.

"Is that all you have to say?" Homura Akemi seemed entirely indifferent to things like the destruction of my world, looking at me with unwavering composure.

"Greetings to the Prince of Qi, the Elder, the Duke of Zhou, and Magistrate Chen. I wonder why you have summoned me, Han?" Han Yi asked, getting straight to the point.

Yesterday at the Qingxi Villa, Yun Mu had said that the winnings would be kept as the team’s activity fund. Having won today, it was only natural to hold an event, and Zhang Wei was the most enthusiastic about this.

"That's true. Tell me, how have the girls from First High been doing over the past ten years?" Having worked out of town for years, Lin Hao was very curious about news from Lanjiang.

Whether it was Director Lin, Director Peng, or Guo Zhuoshuo, any one of their divisions could hold its own against Fu Zuoyi’s army group. The longer the conflict dragged on, the weaker the army group would become, until a single Red Army division could ultimately defeat them.

Chu Tianshu tossed the remote aside, turned off the television, grabbed his phone, and ducked into the bathroom. After closing the door tightly, he dialed Xiang Wanqing’s number.

Screams, shouts of alarm, and the neighing of horses erupted amidst the thick clouds. Faintly, someone could be heard yelling, "Don't run! Where do you think you can go, you bastards!" "Desertion in the face of battle—execute them!" This was followed by a sharp burst of gunfire.

In the Senate hall, everyone was constantly debating strategy. Many had already proposed the plan of abandoning Chenzhou and marching toward Baoqing Prefecture.

As the rooster crowed, the world grew light; the night gradually dissipated with the sound, and the city of Yunzhou slowly awakened in the morning glow.

The three of them found her truly understanding; she never interrupted when she didn't understand something. If it had been Kono, he would have pried until the very end, asking about things he had no business knowing.

The figure that had charged inside was thrown out along with the door, falling from the second floor directly onto the ring below.

The entire world seemed to tremble. Dazzling sparks of fire erupted from the tip of the Dinghong Staff, neutralizing most of Chong Lie’s punch force. However, the residual power surged forward, forcing Chen Xiao to retreat for hundreds of feet.

Fengming City was a place bound by countless rules, inheriting ancient traditions from over a thousand years ago that differed greatly from those of the Great Zhou and other regions.

Beidou Xing said in a resonant voice, "Brothers, fifty thousand troops have now surrounded Jinzhu City. Will you continue to follow Jin Sha in this rebellion? You may not care about your own lives, but do you wish for your families to perish along with you?"

Time slipped away unnoticed. Beidou Xing happened to look up and saw that the sun was already setting; the fiery red light streamed in through the glass windows. Feeling a strain in his eyes, he stood up to rest. The building was silent, without a single sound.

That night, Huang Mingxin stayed at the hospital to watch over his father, while Scar-Eye took us to a restaurant nearby to eat. After ordering two plates of home-style stir-fry, Scar-Eye asked for two bottles of liquor.

"Could it be that she overdid it last night and can't wake up?" Hou Yu speculated, for Ah Jin often said that the Third Sister loved to sleep in.

Mu Jinxi looked up at Shangguan Han, puzzled. Cousin? When did she become his cousin? Though she thought it, she remained obediently silent.

Such words were, at best, a form of self-consolation. Once again, I had deceived myself because of those few question marks. In the eyes of ordinary people, I might fit the image of a fool, but I would argue that there has never been a wiser decision.

Was it truly because he was so much better-looking than everyone else that he saw no difference between the ugly and the beautiful in his eyes?

I will try my best to grind today. I’ll release two chapters at midnight, then another two during the day. If all goes well, there should be four chapters on the first day—no more, no less.

Based on this alone, Lu Zaomin’s opinion of the man changed significantly. At the very least, he was a man who dared to take responsibility, more of a man than many others of his kind today.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the young man in the hard hat turned his head, and it was only then that Zhong Jiujin could clearly see his face.