Volume One, Chapter 19: The Glorious History of the Family's Past

As I reached the company entrance, the three of them exchanged some more pleasantries before dispersing. I followed He Mu and the others, but just a few steps ahead, Su Jinglin suddenly stopped, turned back, and pointed at me. "Qiao Man, come here." His expression was stern, like a teacher about to discipline a student.

I asked if he was alright. She said it felt disgusting below. I told her, if it’s nothing serious, just get up quickly and clean it off.

I stayed in the hospital until the afternoon. Bei Wuyou was unbearably bored; the place reeked of formaldehyde, an unbearable stench I really didn’t want to endure.

I quietly and carefully slipped away to find Fenghuang. She had returned at some point too, probably with nothing much to do today.

To be honest, my feelings toward Lin Man were rather strange. It didn’t seem like love, yet I was drawn to her nonetheless.

“Tonight, it’ll be a bit late, around seven thirty,” Ji Lingfei said. Lu Han replied, “Then eight thirty it is. I’ll wait for you at Daming Palace.” After giving the address, Lu Han hung up. Ji Lingfei stared at her phone, lost in thought, feeling an impulse to ask what Xia Zechen was doing but ultimately refrained.

Traveling south along the Laoling River, passing through the mouth of Taiping Valley, Yang Qing was immediately stunned by the breathtaking scenery and exclaimed, “What a beautiful place!”

At first, Xiang Qiyu tried to resist a few times, but gradually became dazed. Apart from moving her mouth open and closed, she offered no further resistance.

A military jeep at the front of the convoy honked loudly, prompting the entire procession to halt.

Upon hearing the news from Gu Yuan, the envoy of the Lei tribe showed a look of surprise before wandering out of the main hall in a daze, muttering the name of the Lei tribe repeatedly.

“Alright, thank you, General Fanyu, for informing us. Much appreciated!” Lian Feng said gratefully.

Yun Qing’s bluntness was almost awkward. Those not close to her would usually end conversations within a few lines, perceiving her as someone awkward in speech.

“So, does that mean you’ve agreed?” Bai Mujin waved her hand, turning off the bedside lamp. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, tinged with rare shyness.

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“Uncle Wang! You should rest more at home, but don’t forget us. We still need your guidance; after all, you’re our backbone!” Sun Chengmin smiled as he held Wang Jinshan’s hand, reluctant to let him go.

Having already suffered a loss, and unable to argue, the director was left speechless but swallowed his words.

Xu Yue looked helplessly at Tang Xinrou, who was hugging a wheat-selling madman and shouting wildly, then glanced at the soft and adorable Song Yaoyao, and sighed.

For example, the Tai Sui in the sky at this moment seemed to manifest in the Fiber Realm. Its power could easily penetrate the Star Knot and reach reality, interfering with certain gifted individuals’ thoughts, influencing their actions until their powers awakened.

Every night, Qin Si would meticulously sort orders to prepare for the next day’s easy distribution. This evening was no different; after dinner, she sat again at the table to organize the next day's orders.

Flesh and blood tore through the air, blood rain falling relentlessly. Those watching from afar at Tianji Palace were startled, never expecting Jiang Feng to be so powerful—defeating six True Gods within seconds.

The hidden strength of the Governor’s Mansion made dealing with this person straightforward. The real target wasn’t Zixiao Palace or Wang Dong, but to find a legitimate excuse to unify Dingzhou.

In the original story, after Fang Yuan propelled a Soul Ignition Luck, the connected Gu master Han Li accidentally entered the test array of the Origin of Shock’s inheritance in the Shaking Desert. Relying on luck, he passed the trials step by step but had no fortune to enjoy it and eventually died.

Wang Dong looked too young on the outside. Even with some exceptional skills, it was hard for Du Fuwei’s reputation to make him wary.

Qi Tian glanced at Nie Kuangfeng, who shuddered and snapped out of his possessed state, quickly abandoning the incapacitated Xiao Hejian and fleeing.

This report popped up on its own. It mainly criticized the Japan All-Media Corporation, a gaming media company, for accepting investments from a major guild and producing articles biased toward the Revenge Guild. But these were reports from several years ago.

“Call Cui Yunling now and have him come over when he has time. We must maintain this facade of respect and be prepared,” Li Yiqiang instructed his son.

This promotional event was the most extensive and longest-prepared one by Youjia, with the greatest investment, aiming to strengthen consumer recognition of the brand.

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Yet all was in vain. The tragic cries echoed through the empty palace air. Everyone inside had long grown numb; some eunuchs and maids, unable to sleep due to the noise, grabbed their pillows and pressed them hard against their heads.

“We will do our best to repay you! Don’t worry!” Captain Bowman of the United States also extended his hand and shook Lan Se’s. But since both wore powered armor, there was no struggle—just a brief handshake before each turned to withdraw in opposite directions.

A faint smile curved Luo Tian’s lips, his face flushed with renewed vitality. His wounds had healed further, but more importantly, he thoroughly enjoyed this quiet fight. His heart flowed along with the rippling water under the moonlight.

Wolf had fought for years. Seeing Rolo change his fighting style and glance around, he immediately understood Rolo’s thoughts. But instead of feeling nervous, he wore a strange smile.

Turning to glance at Ge Yunsong beside him, Yang Jian sensed little spiritual fluctuation from him; clearly, he relied primarily on physical strength.

Looking up, a certain mighty Night Cryer, for unknown reasons, slowly crawled above us.

But the moment his hand touched the Holy Spirit Scripture, his heart skipped a beat, as if a powerful force tried to pull his soul away.

Still, Chen Feng stood steadily not far off. Five puppets had defeated two; the remaining three scattered completely.

“What nonsense are you spouting? You’ve ruined the perfect mood. I was just sighing casually. Did I offend you?” Zhang Fan glared angrily.

“Forget? Junior Brother Xia, how can you forget? You nearly tore off my arm that day! You can actually forget? That’s truly disheartening to your senior brother.” Wang Jue widened his eyes, foam flying from his mouth, clearly upset as he pointed to his arm and shouted at Xia Mingfeng.