Chapter 41: Ruthless Enough to Strike Even Oneself (Two-in-One, Requesting Monthly Tickets!)

The next day, Chu Yongliang set out and first went to Wan Chunhui’s home.

The house was empty. Just as he was about to leave, he spotted Wan Chuncui sitting in the stairwell, her entire being radiating a sense of desolation. He paused for a moment, but thinking of the deputy section chief position, he walked right past her.

"If you want to take Nannan away, you can, but give me one million points."

Having sat there all night until her body was stiff, Wan Chuncui felt her blood boil at that moment; she sprang up and slapped Chu Yongliang across the face twice.

In other words, Lu Chuan would no longer need to desperately exhaust his mana to conjure massive flames to slowly burn his enemies to death in future battles.

A nation without spirit has no future; even if it survives, it will only become a puppet or a vassal to others, no different from a marionette. The reason Zhang Bao had not been in a hurry to declare war on the Jin three years ago was that the Great Song was not yet mentally prepared for a bitter struggle.

Pu Lie was helped to a sitting position. As he looked at Yingying, who was crying like a fountain, a sudden surge of pity welled up in his eyes. Just then, after comforting her younger brother, Yingying turned to look at him, her eyes filled with concern.

He was surprised, wondering how she knew Xuan Tianyue’s name. Had she already met him?

He shouted at his surroundings. He was not sure exactly where that shadow was, but he had to shout—he had to let it out.

Mortals and ghosts are inferior beings, while gods are high and mighty; how could they lack such dignity as to willingly associate with mortals?

Now, although the elderly couple, Zhou Jiye and his wife, had turned their grief into strength and were forcing themselves to keep going for the sake of their future grandchild, the blow of losing their son in their old age had left them feeling as if they had been flayed, their spirits and bodies unable to recover to their former states.

"Don't move!" he whispered, holding her with one arm while wielding his bow in the other to defend his back, his feet never ceasing their flight.

Lin Jiaruo’s arm was heavily bandaged. Following Dr. Xue’s instructions, she was not to exert herself, avoid the cold, and apply hot compresses and massages morning and night.

Yu'er dared not use any restorative magic on Xue Gao, nor did she dare to act rashly. Until His Highness Zhishan returned, it was best to do nothing. Yet, just watching Xue Gao like this felt quite strange.

Given Bai Yuxue’s arrogant and conceited nature, having lost face in public, how could she possibly let that old man off?

As for Ding Tong, after careful consideration, he still intended to call Song Yunxian.

Her situation was identical to Zhang Han’s: the soul and body were completely separated. As for the chakra threads connecting the soul to the body, those were the result of her later cultivation of ninjutsu.

In the previous three minutes, he had been hit by four direct attacks, failing to dodge every single one. Master Sanzang could only attribute this to bad luck.

This time, Li Changsheng did not strike the face too harshly; instead, he thrust out seven swords in succession, his speed significantly slowed.

Leading the lion knights, Sir Lancelot could not spare a thought for the anomaly of the spreading blood mist. His loyalty to the Lion King made the legendary knight grit his teeth, and he resolutely decided to proceed with the original plan, leading the charge toward the Maginot Line that lay just ahead.

Even with a seventh-tier fighter facing a sixth-tier one, if Luo Mu were to find an opening, Chu Nan, lacking sufficient defensive measures, would likely be in grave danger.

Usually, when Shao Tianze bathed at the Champs-Élysées, he did so in the bathroom connected to Song Yunjia’s bedroom.

As Gu Changle spoke, she walked toward Miaomiao’s hospital room, reached out, and grabbed the doorknob to push the door open.

"I understand. I will work hard in my future training!" Bonis took a deep breath, speaking in a rather heavy tone.

Since both sides had determined it was a draw, such situations did exist, so the referee naturally had to make a judgment.

Han Miao was taller than Wall, and their weights were similar, so he chose to guard the ball from the side, using his body to shield Wall and prevent him from stealing it.

After a brief collision, Charlotte Daifuku was kicked back forcefully by Ren, his face full of shock and rage as he retreated more than ten steps.