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On the night the rain ceased and the clouds dispersed, at a shallow bank several dozen miles upstream from Aocang, the five thousand cavalry led by Cao Cao collided head-on with the five thousand cavalry led by Xu Rong.

His path of cultivation had been smooth sailing, and having reached the half-step Void-Breaking stage at such a young age, his flamboyant and unrestrained personality nearly overshadowed all of Yin Yun’s brilliance.

The doctor spoke with great courtesy, partly because he feared Commander Yun might lose his temper and send him home to till the fields.

Facing Jun Mo’s mockery, Emperor Yuancheng felt a surge of fury. He secretly cursed him for being ungrateful and loathed him even more for relying on his power to hold no regard for his sovereign, yet he knew it was not the time to break ties.

She now commanded a population of one hundred thousand, occupying Weihai, South Island, Sink Island, and Kaohsiung on Liu Island. With over thirty large ships and forty medium-sized vessels plying the routes, she transported weapons, grain, and medicine. She was truly not lacking in labor; what she lacked were elites.

This was the ultimatum issued by Chairman Geng. The Jing family was so eager to participate in the Talisman Master Competition that they would surely come at any cost, right?

Only then did she realize that Yu Hongyan’s insistence on living in the manor was not merely for the sake of seizing the property; there was a much larger scheme behind it.

Yu You did not speak much with Zhou Chen. After obtaining the photos of Zhao Xinglu being kept by a benefactor, she immediately asked a friend to investigate the man in the pictures.

Through the constant exploration of his own power, Julius discovered that not only could he control energy like the legendary phantom gods, but he could also absorb the terrifying zombie virus into his own body.

"She moved into the villa just like that?" Shentu could hardly believe his own ears.

It was something he had been fortunate enough to experience once in Tokyo and would never forget—filled with hatred, disgust, grief, jealousy, malice, and greed, a myriad of negative emotions seemingly extracted from human nature. Just a fleeting sensation was enough to make one’s stomach churn with an urge to vomit.

It just so happened that I had started seeing Wang Bingbing around that time. She was beautiful, and of course, it wasn't for anything else; her incredibly wealthy father was not important at all.

***

Seeming to sense his father’s tension, Zhao Ling stepped forward and took Zhao Yu’s large hand in hers.

"Let me try!" Just as everyone was bowing their heads, their faces flushed deep red, a resonant, clear, and pleasant voice rang out.

It was not that he was afraid of death; it was just that Luo Yao, the "Breaker" of the Star Brilliance Sect, had average combat power but a notoriously explosive temper.

Liang Sicheng said it was impossible for him to provide another penny to subsidize the orchard; he fully supported Xiao Yanhong.

Seeing An Su in this state, Xuanbao felt deeply uneasy. He felt that the burdens An Su carried were simply too heavy and exhausting. With no other choice, Xuanbao decided to follow her in secret so that he could be a helping hand if something happened.

He was very clever. At first, he had been somewhat puzzled: wasn't Cheng Qing the representative of the Cheng Group? Why draw a distinction?

Upon hearing the term "Royal Father," Chen Chuxian hesitated. Just as he was about to step forward to ask for an explanation, An Su pulled him back.

Little did she know, that familiar black sedan was already parked downstairs. Leaning against the car window, Lin Kebai looked at her with a smile, walked over slowly, and gently took the bread from her mouth.

Yu Bohai said he would give him one, but he certainly dared not accept. After all, he was not the top official in the department, and even if he were, he would not dare take it. However, if the department provided funds to purchase several to be allocated to various leaders, he would be happy to accept.

Even though his body was covered by the quilt, it still felt cold, which worried Xiang Qing. She struggled to reach the bowl on the nightstand and fed him a spoonful of soup.

—From their respective homes to the school, and then to Yan Qiuyi’s house, it was like running a loop around the Second Ring Road.

After Xiang Qing left, Mo Zixuan lowered his head and continued to swipe across the large screen in his hand, yet his handsome eyes narrowed slightly, distracted and lost in thought.

***

Regardless of the explanation, it could not offset the hurt caused by your departure; such pain is something I truly do not wish to experience again.

But today was different from usual; the coachman had not gone far into Kangle Ward before the carriage came to a stop.

The armored commander cried out in injustice in his heart. His face turned pale and his head swam with dizziness; he secretly regretted sticking his neck out and getting involved in this muddy water.

Walking this way served two purposes: first, to manifest my status, and second, to show that I am available to serve at any time.

However, her gaze quickly scanned the stack of dossiers, and she tremblingly reached for the scroll labeled with the first month of the Renxu year.

At this moment, slender hands passed around his waist and hugged him gently from behind, leaving no gap between them. Her damp, warm breath fell erratically against his spine, tickling him.

Father Xin coughed a few times and signaled with his eyes. Although those around them were members of the household, everyone knew that matters involving the Imperial family could not be brought into the open.

In light of what happened to Yin Zhan, everyone feared being used as a pawn. Naturally, they followed the Yin family’s lead, using the excuse, "Since it is a clear imperial decree, as citizens of Great Chang, we naturally dare not disobey," as a pretext to comply with the court's new policies.

Yang Lu turned around subconsciously. The young man sitting in the main seat, who had been playing with his phone, happened to look up, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

"..." Can you try refusing me just once? Xie Mao felt a stinging regret, as if he had lifted a rock only to drop it on his own feet.