Volume 1 Chapter 23: Undercurrents Surging
After work, Xia Xiyin and Zhou Yu'an returned to the old family estate. As soon as they entered the courtyard, Xia Xiyin spotted a woman standing under a flowering tree, facing the trunk and gazing upward. From behind, the woman appeared well-proportioned, dressed in a loose cotton-linen dress. Her hair was gathered in a low bun, secured with a wooden hairpin.
"Mother," Zhou Yu'an called out.
Meanwhile, Morisha found herself entangled in two scarves, forming a wavy chain linked with Jasmine and Ruo Baiyi.
At a fleeting glance, Ji Ziming instinctively closed his eyes, sighing to himself that with the nation not yet restored, he had no room for such distractions.
When the undead cavalry reached the border outpost, Lao Jiu had just finished emptying the granary. He ordered it set ablaze before rushing toward the frontier. The primary mission of the undead cavalry now was to sow destruction and carve a path out of the borderlands.
Chu Nian felt as though he had cheated death. He took the bowl and, without asking what the medicine was, drank it in one gulp.
Qing Yuan felt something amiss with the texture under his hand. He turned his hand over, only to find a pair of eyes staring back at him in frozen,死不瞑目的 gaze. A wave of terror surged into his mind, followed immediately by boundless resentment.
As soon as the sandstorm passed, Xing Xian'er swept down, stepping in front of him to block any further attacks from the Sand God.
In the war against the sea monsters, the Xiaoyao Empire had deployed nearly twenty million troops over the course of a month. In that short time, over eight million soldiers had fallen.
"Let's circle the village," Li Shuang suggested. "There's no rush. Whether those two can be saved depends on their own fate." She began to walk off, intending to find the safest angle to check for other entrances to the village.
Even if the alchemist among the ten was a scion of the Yan family, it mattered little; he could not maximize the Yan family's gains in the Medicine King Valley.
Ruo Baiyi turned, cast a single glance at Morisha, spat toward the side of the tree, and ran off.
Gu Ling'er knew it might be improper to describe a man's demeanor in such a way, but at that moment, that was exactly the feeling Long Linfei gave her. It was the first time in the two months she had been at the Long residence that she had seen him like this; she was accustomed only to his icy, frost-covered expression.
Lian Shuo looked down at her hand gripping his sleeve, intending to pull away, when he heard Han Lianyi's voice.
Twenty years had passed. Many boys had liked and pursued her. She had heard plenty of flowery words and sweet talk, but none sounded as pleasant as this man's words. They were so simple, yet they struck straight to the heart.
"No, you can no longer see me! Who are you looking at? Who is it?" Lian Shuo continued to ask, his voice filled with sorrow, his eyes already turning red.
Yu Tang, the future heir of the Ye family—he was the one he needed to leverage and cling to. Wasn't he planning to use his power?
Gurgle. How embarrassing. Gu Yin'nu blushed instantly; her stomach had growled. They had been running all day and were famished.
Leading troops followed the same principle: make them obey and fear you. It is fine to look after them with rewards, but you must never let them covet or imagine things they shouldn't.
Lu Nanxian was burning with anxiety. Looking around, he suddenly spotted a familiar silver-gray Ferrari slowly driving past the entrance of the Shen Group.
This sense of inferiority, accompanied by the blossoming flower of admiration, took root and began to bloom quietly in the depths of her heart.
"I'm sorry! I... I shouldn't have told you all this." Nangong Xue wiped away her tears and apologized to Ye Fan.
The hideous scar on Su Yang's face and his violent aura instantly stunned the thugs. They stood frozen, watching in disbelief as the boss they followed was pressed into a swill bucket like a dog, only to crawl toward the sewer and retch violently.