Volume One, Chapter 13: Insisting on Gu Qiuying

Hearing the commotion, Young Master Feifei hurriedly looked down and saw Cao Min rubbing his head, still taking care to gather the shards from the ground and set them aside.

No way! How could this thing be so expensive? While Wang Zha was glad to have drawn this item, he was not at all happy about its price.

In a person’s life, there are many inevitabilities and accidents. He once thought his own life would unfold step by step along a predetermined path.

Under the rapid yet uneven rotation of the gas giant, streaming clouds were stretched into fierce, twisted bands.

Pausing slightly, Chen Yu’s thoughts stirred, and the e·i force field immediately projected a clear video above.

For the past three years, Qin Fangzhi had rarely initiated a call to anyone, so while Liu Jian’s words were an exaggeration, there was some truth to them.

“As long as you get lost, I have plenty of ways to fit right in with them,” Xin’er replied bluntly.

Qiu Nong knew Wanyao was skilled in martial arts. The moment she entered, before Wanyao could react, she ordered someone to strike her directly.

Once inside, they discovered bloodstains on the floor. However, the lighting in the room was too dim, and the dried blood blended into the color of the floor, making it difficult to notice.

“And then? Did she end up latching onto Brother Yunqi?” He Miaoxing quickly asked.

“I’ve already helped you escape your pursuers. It’s time for you to go. But if you keep opposing me, I won’t show any mercy,” Shi Xiao said coldly.

Fuming, Chu Yan endured the heady stench and flung her shoe and Gong Qing far away.

After summarizing the situation, Zhao Qingrui began discussing post-disaster matters with them.

Li He stopped her from approaching, walked over himself, and opened the bag. When he saw it was filled with money, his expression was one of utter shock.

Then, he hoisted it onto his own shoulder and stood outside Su Ran and Jiang Meng’s tent, calling for Su Ran.

Could it be that President Bo had taken a liking to their company and wanted to use this opportunity to discuss a potential collaboration?

Shi Xiao stood unmoved in the face of Feng Yao’s assault, allowing his fists to pummel his own body.

A shadowy figure, invisible to ordinary eyes, scrambled down from Sister Wang’s back using all four limbs.

At the front of the wedding banquet, Xu Zhou and Huo Sichen were conversing with the Su family patriarch. Out of the corner of his eye, Xu Zhou caught sight of something and nearly spit out his cocktail in surprise.

It was no easy feat—especially to find such a suitable match after such a long wait—so the two prepared to get their marriage certificate. In most marriages, what potential risks can be referred to as triggers? The seasoned Guan Yingtian and equally experienced Wu Suling had each offered their analyses.

“Is it Chen Shao and Xier?” The newcomer was Liu Zaishi, who had woken early so his son could have a good breakfast.

“My life was saved by her. I’ve repaid her for so many years—perhaps my final battle is to die for her, and that would truly be the best ending.” In this moment, what Saga displayed was true composure and tranquility.

All sorts of scenes flashed before his eyes—the events felt as if they had happened only yesterday; yet ever since his rebirth, so much had occurred that it felt as if a century had passed.

Just as he expected, although Qin Yuan was anxious, he felt much better… By checking this sentence, at least it proved that his sister-in-law and Vice Principal Cai were both in the restaurant and not somewhere else.

Accustomed to being the focus of all eyes, the spirited young Qin Yuan turned and walked into the aisle leading to his seat, where he caught his homeroom teacher Qin Wanru’s wide, almond-shaped eyes.

Anyone able to reach such a position was undoubtedly a seasoned veteran of officialdom. With his wisdom, he could naturally guess that the arrested suspect was no ordinary figure—otherwise, Director Chen would not be so frantic, as if his seat were on fire. So, he was praying as well, hoping the police team wouldn’t make a catastrophic mistake.

“That’s all there is to it. I gave you the movie script as a gift, but really, I’m giving you an opportunity—to let you strive for it yourself, so you can accept this gift with a clear conscience, don’t you think?” Chen Shao explained his thoughts.

“No fighting? But how else can we reclaim our homeland without fighting?” Wu Song frowned deeply, looking incredulous.

Cheng Lingsu’s brow furrowed slightly, her heart full of doubt. Since Jamukha intended to use Tolui as his final trump card, how could he have arranged only two guards for him?

Next, the British geopolitical scholar Parker divided the course of geopolitics into “two processes”: the standard geopolitical process and the alternative geopolitical process.

Why are those legendary, everlasting, and moving love stories so rarely seen in real life? Because such emotions are truly precious, and precious things are not easily found. Are gold and diamonds easy to come by?

By afternoon, the first batch of patients who had taken the herbal remedy had already recovered almost completely, much to their astonishment.

“Then why did you come looking for me so early? Were you worried because I didn’t come home last night?” Tang Feng asked happily.

According to standard procedure, the national anthem, the military anthem, and speeches by leaders were all indispensable. At the end of the ceremony, the principal announced the establishment of the Military Information Technology Cadet Battalion and issued appointments for the instructor, battalion commander, deputy battalion commander, and acting battalion leaders.

“Does my opinion really matter to you?” At last, she broke the silence, asking softly.

“What is it?” Zhang Huaming looked at her in confusion, sensing her deep attachment and reluctance to leave.

If one wishes to survive, one can only rely on oneself; depending on others is the surest way to a short life.

The child’s mother had just given birth and was worried about having another mouth to feed. She had planned to recuperate for a few days and then go to the county town to see if any wealthy households needed a wet nurse or needlework. Now that an immortal had come to their home, surely their ancestors’ graves were smoking with good fortune.

Gufeng strained to recall the earlier scene, focusing his mental energy until he lost himself entirely in the imagined scenario.

No one could see where Mo Donggui’s limits lay; he had won his previous two challenges with ease, and now there was an awkward silence as no one dared to step forward to challenge him.

Time in the real world was far too short—what could one possibly accomplish in just two or three days?

“What about those two children’s schooling? The mountain town’s education isn’t as good as yours.” Lin Yue racked her brains for a convincing excuse—mostly true, partially fabricated—so the old man wouldn’t suspect too much. Father Lin only worried about the children’s studies.