Volume 1 Chapter 24: The Ambition of Night Winter

"Our great hero, no need to be so polite! If there is nothing else, I will head to other beds and come back this afternoon to change your dressing!" The muffled voice gradually faded away.

Supreme Canghong looked at Tang Chuifeng, finding him more pleasing to the eye the longer she looked; he even seemed quite adorable.

Why did Jing Mouxuan always appear just when she was about to leave or do something? It happened when she was leaving his room in Florence; it happened when she returned to the villa to help Ximen Jingyan retrieve the Moonstone ring; and now, it happened again just as she was leaving and he emerged from the bathroom.

The logistics staff all knew there was tension between Mao Feifei and Liuhuo. When Mao Feifei offered a toast to Liuhuo, the entire private room fell into a heavy silence.

"My younger brother's thigh was slashed. I've bandaged it, but he can't move, which is why I was being chased by those foot soldiers. Could you help carry him away? I will hold off the pursuers behind us," Chen Dagou said, looking at Qinhua with sincerity.

"Qi Wenya, Jing Mouxuan has already arrived; you can speak now." Yin Junyang’s attitude toward Qi Wenya was far worse than before, clearly showing impatience.

"Don't worry, summon your courage," Guyu encouraged Fengshu. At this moment, players were appearing in the mine one after another, all level 30, with the highest being Promise Under the Maple Tree, a level 31 sword warrior. This, of course, excluded Guyu and Wulai.

"Why are you here?" Ziyan touched her head, which throbbed from the bump, feeling a strange urge to both cry and laugh.

"Slap!" Lu Xuehua suddenly felt a burning sensation on her left cheek. Li Rangli had dealt her a solid blow across the face.

This question caused Wang Peng’s previously soft facial features to suddenly turn rigid again.

The man leered, his eyes fixed on Sun Xiaoyue’s chest, while his other hand reached out brazenly, trying to grab at her.

After this, she had feigned pity several times to elicit sympathy from Wu Ming. To be honest, every time Wu Ming softened his heart, he ended up suffering a great loss, which was why this time he had no intention of seeing Liu Youyou at all.

"Brother Zhang Yang, thanks to your buying low and selling high, our funds have now risen to 15 gold coins, haha." — From a loyal believer.

Not just one hand, but his entire arm and half of his body had lost all sensation. Suddenly, his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

At this moment of confrontation between heaven and hell, the Dragon race units and their inseparable Manticore units were rare flying squadrons in hell.

"What else can we do? Fight to the death! Don't tell me you want to surrender?" Hearing this, Bloodthirsty Slaughter couldn't help but scoff coldly.

"Five hundred thousand merit points! If you kill a thousand orcs in this war, I will represent the Empire and grant you ten million merit points!" The knight looked at Lin Fan firmly and spoke.

This was the second person, besides her eldest brother, that Jiang Yao had ever seen in her life. Her movement technique was simply incredible, breaking all conventional wisdom; it was almost comparable to the spatial leap Jiang Yao had just performed. Could this be the secret technique of the Su family?

But he had lost his memory, 99 percent of it regarding his transmigration. In his future life, that six-month-long, magnificent journey left nothing behind in Jin Di's mind.

The skeleton sucked Liuying dry, closed its mouth, let out a burp, and returned to its usual motionless state.

That reduced the anger in my heart quite a bit. However, to truly calm it, I would have to take down the Mist Shadow Leopard. The Mist Shadow Leopard let out a roar as well.

What depressed Zhong Lingyu wasn't that he was at odds with Young Master Long again, but that such a cliché event could actually happen to him. Sometimes, one had to admit that there are moments when people simply cannot control their own bodies.

The Old Twelve from a moment ago had been cold, ruthless, and vicious, but now he was fawning and subservient, his tone filled with reverence.

Inside the stone chamber were over a dozen round platforms, separated by some distance. On each platform sat a figure in a cross-legged position, their entire bodies free of dust, their skin appearing exactly the same as a normal person's.

"If I can't visit a brothel, surely I can at least go for a drink? Why can't I go?" Gao Chong was somewhat indignant. Although he didn't necessarily want to go, being treated as a minor felt awkward. Even though he had lived for forty or fifty years, here in the Great Song, he was a genuine youth.

Having traveled to many places, Qian Mu deeply understood the inconveniences. Even communicating with officials was difficult, especially when they had heavy regional accents or were Southerners. The Qian family was in business, so its descendants were required to understand most dialects: Wu-Yue, Vernacular, Minnan, and Hakka.

Just as Qin Dongxue’s family was discussing Pei Wufu, Pei Wufu and Pei Donglai were moving their few belongings into their newly rented house.

"I am not reconciled..." The Dark Emperor had miscalculated one step, not knowing that the immortal sword formed by Xiao Yue’s technique ignored time and space and was not restricted by heaven and earth.

Su Zhengqiu nearly vomited blood, but since he couldn't afford to offend him, he had to suffer in silence. While this amount of money wasn't much to him, he felt miserable regardless.

Lin Gang had retreated with General Chuanhui’s eight hundred men to Western Xia, outside Guyuan. But after several years, only five hundred remained. Four years after the Battle of Fuping, while living as a guerrilla and a drifter, he saved Feng’er, who was now his wife. She bore him a son, whom he named Pojun.

"Goodnight, Mom," Tang Ming said in a low voice. He felt lost, not knowing where his path lay. He wanted to build a "Crystal Palace," but his grandfather, that great titan, stood in his way. He wanted to be devoted to one person, but with both women pregnant, that was no longer possible.

This dish of poached beef in chili oil was prepared by Wang Ming with great care. Although the second processing of the meat affected the texture, and the seasonings at Yufu Pavilion were limited—many ingredients from his memory were not stocked—this was still a high-standard dish that Wang Ming could achieve under the current circumstances.

"An illusion, it must be an illusion." Park Cho-rong shook her head, clearing away all the chaotic thoughts, and then picked up the phone.