Chapter Forty-Seven: Rejecting an Old Acquaintance Once More

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When Jiang Zhuo returned to the Jiang Residence, it was already late at night. To avoid drawing attention, he habitually entered through the side door, yet he still saw the main hall brightly lit. After all, was this house named Jiang or Ling? Jiang Zhuo found himself puzzled but reluctantly headed toward the main hall.

Tonight, Ling Heng was dressed simply—a deep black robe embroidered with faint golden patterns. His golden crown shimmered brilliantly in the candlelight, adding an air of nobility. In contrast to his own dusty and weary appearance...

At the Japanese military base in Malawi, Chu Ketian’s forces relentlessly bombarded with long-range rocket and howitzer shells. The Japanese fortifications were shattered and overturned, with many soldiers buried under the rubble and dust stirred up by the explosions.

Lying in bed, curled up in Chi Yue’s quilt, he inhaled her scent and gradually felt his mood calm. Only then did he finally feel as if he had been given a new lease on life.

“Pull back a little, rest for a while. The enemy’s aerial forces have been dismantled. Now, we have the luxury of time to wear them down,” Zhou Hao said, settling down cross-legged and closing his eyes to rest.

At this moment, Luo’s father had recovered considerably, though his face still bore sorrow; he no longer clung stubbornly to the tombstone.

Edward and Thomas, these two Americans, watching the scene before them, silently vowed to follow Chu Ketian for life. What could they gain back in America? Becoming generals? How could generals compare to working alongside Chu Ketian?

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She had made a habit of bullying Lin Jie; even lowering her stance could only be maintained briefly. At the slightest refusal, she immediately rebounded.

Xiao Linye, however, seemed not to hear her. In a flash, he rose, his right arm encircling her slender, soft waist, his left hand grabbing her wrist, forcibly pulling her into his embrace.

A desperate man like Zhou Hao was capable of anything. If he lost his temper and eliminated them both, regardless of the consequences, they wouldn’t survive.

The authority granted to Laozi by Manuel and MacArthur was hollow but could be fully exploited.

“Ajiao, did I hold you up?” Zhang Ran asked, suddenly realizing something.

Qidian nodded: “Although we are both prefects, and you are older than me, I still respectfully address you as father-in-law.” Kui said no more, then inquired about Qidian’s purpose.

Although initially mistaken about the situation, Liu Jingxing, a ninth-degree master, quickly realized the problem from the adversary’s counterattack.

Thinking of this, Huang Qianshan felt compelled to eliminate this faction; otherwise, his position would remain unstable, and he could neither eat nor sleep peacefully.

As a carpenter—and one who had inherited traditional, exquisite craftsmanship—Jian Yunmu had no other hobbies or habits; a day without woodworking left him restless.

The moment Li Wei left the interrogation room, he immediately called Zhu Peng. Upon hearing the news, Zhu Peng promptly contacted Ziyi, but the results he received from Ziyi enraged him greatly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the lean scholar’s eyes brimmed with tears of grief and anger, and he was about to dash his head against the table to end this mediocre life.

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Seeing the two items in Zimengjun’s hands, everyone around was puzzled. The Li Fire, Kan Water soldiers had once been among the ten great elemental soldiers of the Great Wilderness.

Jian’s mother also cared for A’fu, but that was no reason for her old man to treat A’fu like a mere pet.

After all, with such an age difference between the two, folk tradition would consider it improper and deserving of punishment.

In broad daylight, they dared to forcibly seize property. And those father and son possessed martial skills; they wouldn’t be defenseless, would they?

Qian Ming swallowed nervously. He knelt at the door facing south. From the distant horizon came the sound of a cutting shockwave, and a white light streaked past his eyes.

Since Han Muxue had arrived in Zhonghai, she had been living with Ling Li, so there was no need to worry about her safety.

Upon hearing this, Su Han’s gaze flickered slightly, but her face remained gentle with a warm smile. She gently set down her teacup and spoke softly.