Volume 1, Chapter 22: Learning of Xixi's Death

"Very well, Your Highness. Zhen’er shall serve Young Master Mo with the utmost care. I will not let you down!" Her voice, soft and intoxicating, was enough to stir the soul; any ordinary man with a weak resolve would surely have been lost to it, unable to pull himself away.

"What are you saying? Isn't it the day after tomorrow that you’re leaving?" No sooner had the words left my lips than I turned away quickly, for I felt my voice beginning to choke and my nose stinging. Sure enough, the moment I turned my back, the tears began to fall.

After settling things, I emerged from Boss Wang’s private room. Whether it was the sweltering heat inside or the excessive alcohol, my face felt burning hot. I thought I should head to the lounge for some water; I had no idea how much more I’d have to drink tonight, and if I didn’t dilute it, I risked passing out cold.

Those stories spread through the ranks of the Suigui Army, and later, trickled out into the martial arts world through the mouths of retired veterans.

Under Michelle’s direct gaze, Chen Mo’s eyes shifted away, filled with an involuntary sense of guilt. It seemed that for everything he had done to her, he would never be able to make amends in this lifetime.

Ray, Blade, and Cassius swiftly surrounded Gaia and me, and in the blink of an eye, a swarm of Morgoths lunged toward us.

Hidden beneath the red gauze of her veil, Qinglian’s expression of fury was evident. Hearing Pu Yindang’s shameless flattery, she felt a wave of nausea. She longed to break through her acupuncture points and slap the hypocritical, disgusting man, but even that felt insufficient.

The ink-black darkness swallowed us like the maw of a beast. In the void, one could only hear the steady breathing and measured footsteps of the group.

If Qin Fang truly cheated him this time, Ba Tian would have to re-evaluate his relationship with him.

Later, at Meng Qingtang’s suggestion, they even became the agents for the entire cinema district. With this arrangement, even if Sister Hu begged the heavens for favors, she would have no chance of getting what she wanted.

The road out was blocked by a landslide, and the river flowing through the village had turned into a barrier lake. As the water level rose, the village stood on the brink of submersion, and the villagers stood helplessly on the hillsides, sobbing aloud.

After adapting to the two flame-covered rocks, Zhou Qi set his sights on the three-flame rock. Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped right into it. As soon as his soles touched the surface, the smell of burning flesh arose, yet Zhou Qi sat down cross-legged as if he felt nothing, a sight that left Huang Qianqian on his shoulder greatly astonished.

Once everyone had finished their meal, Yun Duo nimbly gathered the dishes and cleaned up, leaving the place even tidier and cleaner than Chen Qingshan could have managed.

As Uchiha Madara’s successor, Obito could not have been unaware of the Samsara Heavenly Life Technique. He might not have known about the Reanimation Jutsu at first, but he surely learned of it later. Yet, he never once considered resurrecting Rin, choosing instead to push forward with the Eye of the Moon Plan.

Ultimately, it was Qi Yun and Kong Danzhen who took action, kicking those two fat pigs over, at which point the men swarmed forward and finished them off.

Chen Qinghuan took out an exquisite snuff bottle, which she had found in an exhibition hall in the Dream Town.

Yet, their deaths were merely a prelude to a conflict between several parties, not even qualifying as bargaining chips.

Wang Jiuzhi and Yu Yao bought wedding candies. After setting a portion aside in Yu Yao’s courtyard, they returned to Wang Jiuzhi’s quadrangle, distributing them only to Yan Jiecheng and his group, the Liu brothers’ family, and Dong Da’s family.

One need only look at how he effortlessly earned the title of "Devil Instructor" after arriving at the Five Elements Academy to understand the kind of person he was.

"You! Tell me your name, age, and home address!" Wang Caijun turned away and barked at the man, whose face was beaded with cold sweat.

The black-clad soldiers were dressed entirely in black, save for an armband stitched onto their right sleeves, embroidered with a golden sun.

Feng Ruohuang’s complaints filled Nangong Ming with joy; he could hear such grumblings ten thousand times and never grow tired of them. They were proof that his Huang’er cared for him. However, he vowed that he would never again give his Huang’er cause for such complaints.

Juan’er, unaware of what had transpired in the room and possessed of a straightforward nature, could not conceive of such strange notions. Hearing the command, she simply replied and retreated to the side to wait.

When Angus uttered the words "a normal man," he cast a faint, lingering glance at Wu Jiu.

At the thought of this, he could no longer remain calm and rushed to the backyard to discuss the matter with his wife.

Sure enough, Ling Ruoxi, who had struggled to fend off five or six servants just moments ago, was now fighting with such ferocity that she could hold her own against a dozen of them.

After a long day, Lin Jian entered his dreams again. He remembered he had the task of acting as bait tonight, and the entry into the dream was not as easy as usual.

Shi Lingyan’s mind was suddenly filled with the image of her pressing against him, grinding forcefully, her head bowed as she sobbed.

After all, the system had once said that as his level increased, he would be able to summon cannons and airplanes.

Wen Jinyan, did you think I had really left? Since you were inquiring about my whereabouts, it proves you are up to something. Why shouldn't I play along with your scheme?

If the ordinary soldiers who came just now were from the Red Blood Ridge, how powerful must the main army at the ridge be?

In the Prince Ning’s mansion, Nangong Xiao was discussing strategy with several advisors when a servant suddenly arrived to report news from the Wu family’s bank.

As for his remaining soul, as long as he stayed on the Battlefield of the Hundred Tribes, unless he remained in hiding forever, there would always be a chance to slay him.

"Father, big brother, sister-in-law, wash your hands first. Let’s go inside and eat," Grandma Xie said, emerging from the kitchen upon hearing their voices.

Diao Chan was the director of the First Division Hospital of the National Defense Army. Directly subordinate to the division’s logistics department, she had many opportunities to interact with Mu Da and was quite familiar with him. Mu Da was mature, steady, and flexible in his dealings; Diao Chan had a very good impression of him. She suddenly thought: If her sister-in-law and Mu Da could end up together, that would be a wonderful thing.

In the room, Xi Yao stood silently at the head of the bed, arms crossed, watching the medical staff move back and forth.

Given Xia Feng’s skills, it wasn't easy to find an opponent who could match him; fighting now felt almost like indulging a craving.

A cone-shaped cave stood wide open, pitch-black and radiating an invisible pressure, with the sound of weeping drifting from within from time to time.