Chapter 37: One Thousand Yuan and a Household Registration Transfer

"Uncle, I'm going to go make lunch. Would you like to join me?"

Sang Yu stood up, pulling her hand away from Jiang Jingming's large palm. The man's gaze darkened for a moment.

Song Zhenhua's expression stiffened. Is this really the time for lunch? Being a cunning old fox, he had realized the situation: Sang Yu simply had no intention of helping. It seemed her previous demeanor had truly been an act.

"Sang Yu, tell me, exactly..."

Although he knew there would be significant collateral damage, Ye Hao could no longer afford to hesitate. If he delayed any longer, more people would surely die. He possessed not just the ambition to swallow the heavens and the earth, but a perspective that transcended them entirely. His path was one of detachment from the world; those who understood, understood. Those who did not never would. History is too brief, life is too short, and you are too beautiful—a mere fleeting moment. It is best to love you only this far, until eternity.

Qin Yu had no intention of killing these warriors. In his eyes, they were beneath notice; to the villagers, these men were incredibly powerful, but to him, they were no different from ants.

Of course, once these animals charged into the base camp, they did not linger, but scattered in every direction. In the blink of an eye, they covered the sky and the earth, filling the land that the Lingming God Clan, who guarded this border, considered their own.

Neither of them said much; they walked through the dust-filled sky in silence.

At the intersection of Shuanghui Bridge, it felt as if millions of cheers and battle cries had erupted. With just a single move, the King of Carefree had suffered damage to his eardrums, yet he still heard them.

Recently, in the newspapers, I saw a photo of her with short, disheveled hair. I sighed, thinking of the drifting clouds and the shifting shadows on the pool, the changing seasons, and the passage of time. Things remain, yet people change; everything comes to an end, and words fail before the tears fall.

Frowning slightly, You Feng understood what Jin Gang was saying, but... once a fight with Jin Gang began, who knew when it would end or if victory was even possible.

At most, he had just assumed he was lucky. But as one coincidence followed another, and as his serendipitous gains mounted, even as slow-witted as he was, he began to notice the anomalies.

"Xuan'er, what did you say? A Soul Sovereign? You aren't joking, are you? It is common knowledge that the Heaven Sword Continent cannot transcend the mortal realm. Furthermore, the Soul Clan has been trapped in a sealed land for years; how could a Soul Sovereign possibly emerge?" Ye Ruida asked with a furrowed brow.

Of course, Charlie was one hundred percent certain that Master Bai would come to Europe, find the territory of the Blood Clan, and exact his revenge.

The two bodyguards looked nervously at the automatic machine gun aimed at them from above the cabin door, unsure of what to do.

"Sister Ding, what is that sound in the living room? Why does it sound like the wind blowing?" Xu Qian asked.

Rolling heat waves surged forward, and the scorching air instantly raised the temperature in the room by several degrees.

He had almost slipped just a moment ago. Fortunately, his wife had caught him; otherwise, he would have ended up sprawled on his back. If word of that got out, he would have lost face completely.

Young Master Lin knew Lin Yan likely didn't understand these things, so he stopped lecturing her and simply stroked her silky hair.

Young Master Lin handed him a wide robe. After Kobi took off his clothes, he held the robe for a while, unsure of how to put it on.

Elizabeth rode her horse over to Edward, looked him up and down, and couldn't help but speak.

But we do not regret this choice, because as the number of compatible PC manufacturers increases, the options for Pangu computers continue to grow. Different new designs and technologies have begun to appear on these compatible machines.

"Mr. Gao, I think you have misunderstood. If you want to buy this painting by Gao Cen, then buy it. A gentleman should help others achieve their goals; I will yield it to you!" A glint of cunning flashed in Tang Chen's eyes, and he was so magnanimous that even Zhou Xuanying was taken aback.

Wang Hong looked helpless. Ever since the September 18th incident, he had abandoned his studies, rushing about and constantly fighting the Japanese. Now, with a wife and a child soon to be born, he had a whole family to support—how could he possibly study abroad?