Volume 1, Chapter 47: Rou'er, You're Finally Awake

A glazed lantern hung at the bow of the boat, casting a half-lit, half-shadowed glow over the infuriating pervert's face, highlighting his striking and commanding features. I couldn't help thinking that he must be of mixed heritage. Ordinarily, Asian men shouldn't possess such impossibly long legs, right?

"I'm sorry, we're in a hurry," Tian Zhiyong said, stepping in to explain for Wang Feng, and then hastily chased after him.

Coupled with his mastery over the laws, Lang Hongxiao completed a transformation of the Mountain-Splitting Palm, a technique he hadn't used in a long time. Although the previous five profound mysteries had not yet converted into laws, he had derived a brand-new combat skill from them: the Heaven-Rending Claw.

Watching an elderly man walk toward him, he vaguely resembled his father, yet he dared not be certain, for his father rarely ever visited his home. Besides, having not seen each other for a long time, who knew how much his father might have changed.

"Ordinary people simply cannot get close to us mages." Tuladuo seemed a bit unconvinced.

Hearing the beep of the hang-up, I was so furious that I slammed my phone onto the floor, picked up my suitcase, and walked out the door. When I arrived at my mother's place, a distinct handprint was visible on my left cheek. My mother asked me what had happened and where the slap mark came from.

Li Shang suddenly felt as though she had matured overnight, her mind clearing up considerably. She understood that with her growth, many responsibilities still awaited her serious attention.

I did not retort to my mother's words, choosing instead to remain silent. My mother didn't notice either, consumed as she was by the impending fear of entering the hospital—wondering whether she would be all right, if it would recur, or what she should do if it did.

Taken aback by his sudden kiss, Zixia's cheeks flushed pink, but the uncomfortable sensation in her ears vanished completely.

"Ask him what he wants!" Shi Miyuan had no desire to listen to anyone else speak and issued his command directly from inside the room.

Frowning, I asked, "Is your grandfather still your grandfather?" It was hard to imagine that someone as cute and lovely as Su Yue could actually bring herself to take a life.

Ding Jiuche admitted that he had lacked a sense of proportion and had tortured Chu Huan. Little did he expect that three days later, Chu Huan's dowry maid would risk her life to escape from Ding Jiuche's estate and tearfully reveal the truth to the Prince of Chu: on the very night of their wedding, Chu Huan had been subjected to repeated abuse and humiliation by both Ding Jiuche and his son, driving her to utter despair and suicide.

Even the figure in the brain-in-a-vat preparing for the next chessboard flip, Baiyi, spoke up, voicing the doubt lingering in her heart.

Not wanting Zhong Ruolan to dwell any further on the college days between herself and Zhou Dong, Ji Lingfei hurriedly changed the subject.

As for the person responsible for all this... he stood dumbfounded next to the consignment NPC, unable to believe what he had just done.

However, she did not voice these thoughts to Deputy Commander Zuo, as saying them would have been futile. She could only exchange a few casual remarks with him to steer the conversation away, pretending to be fatigued as she entered the main tent. Having been unoccupied for a long time, the interior was chillingly silent, though the furnishings were still reasonably tidy.

Seeing the mouth-watering food, everyone found their feet glued to the spot. After parking the carts, the third uncle instructed everyone to eat first, promising a few fine theatrical performances afterward to bring everyone joy.

As the junior martial aunt danced, the jade bracelet gradually began to emit a series of dark green rays of light. Though faint, when blended with the original color of the bracelet, they would be completely imperceptible without careful scrutiny.

The following day, white mourning banners were hung throughout the Prince's Estate, and proclamations were dispatched across the entire northern territory. It was announced that the Prince of Shangyang's mother, the Dowager Consort Murong, had passed away. All people of the northern territory were required to observe a three-month period of mourning. Both nobles and commoners were strictly forbidden from holding banquets, weddings, or engaging in entertainment; violators would have their families reduced to servile status and all their property confiscated by the state. Not a single soul in the northern region dared to disobey.

This... is this robbery? Bidding the price up so high! It's just a token, and the subsequent guild construction will require a huge amount of gold coins to buy materials. At this rate, establishing an official guild would cost millions of gold coins, wouldn't it?

Dragging his heavy footsteps, Lü Qiushi returned once more to that dilapidated dwelling with the words "Nameless Temple" hanging above the lintel, and sat powerlessly before the door.

Familiar faces appeared one after another—they were all his brothers. Seeing me, their faces broke into expressions of joy and welcome. Though we had been apart for a long time, our bonds remained as deep as ever.

It was evident that, having cast off the tight spell Guo Qiuping had once imposed upon him, Wu Guilong was far more cheerful than before.

"Very well, Master, I will speak first." Finally, one of the spirit beasts stepped forward. It resembled a spirit leopard, yet both its size and appearance differed somewhat from one. It was significantly larger than an ordinary spirit leopard and lacked the characteristic spots on its body.

As if they had prepared well in advance, led by more than three hundred Immortals of the Realm of Luo Tian, they rapidly formed various battle arrays, some focused on offense and others on defense, ensuring that their target had no means of escape. At this very moment, Moji, trapped by Chen Han and the others, had no inkling that heavy ambushes lay waiting outside.

Though Chang Ning and Zhu Yongjun belonged to different factions and maintained a delicate relationship, it did not affect Chang Ning's interactions with Zhou Hongna in the slightest; the two had kept in touch over the years.

"Luna! Take me to where the family banquet is being held! I think I might have forgotten the way!" Lin Xia said softly to Luna, her face flushing red.

Seeing Qiu Yushen, Yu Tinghua, and Hai Feng emerge from the VIP channel, Chang Ning nearly shed tears, forcing them back as he shook hands and embraced them one by one.

9. All retired cadres, staff, and workers, totaling six thousand three hundred and twenty-one people, shall be received and resettled by Party A.