Chapter 22

The stingy Comrade Chen Yu used fish bones to make a dish simply to save the meat; if Comrade Lou Fengming were to find out, he might just cough up blood.

On the battlefield, the sounds of slaughter were everywhere. The troops under Li Jue were faring particularly poorly, especially after Gongsun Zan’s cavalry tore through their ranks, splitting the twenty-thousand-man formation in two and leaving them to be swarmed and decimated by the Allied soldiers.

"Yu'er," Mother Lin cried, her eyes clouded with tears. "It’s alright, no one dares to bully you. Whoever tries to bully you, I will fight them to the death." She reached out to pull Yu'er up and held her in a tight embrace.

Although Dong Zhuo did not fully grasp the nuance of the statement, he understood the principle. He knew that if he wanted to win the hearts of the people, he had to build a reputation for himself—at the very least regarding their basic needs—without making his subordinate officials feel that he was stealing their livelihood.

Outside, the atmosphere was tense; inside, things were not much better. Every so often, Yu'er would let out a scream that kept everyone on edge. The midwife’s panicked cries only added to the anxiety, as she warned that Yu'er was suffering from fetal distress and that the baby was in a breech position, leading to a difficult labor.

Just as Yu Sheng and the others were wondering why Mo Ye would let Mo Yu go, Mo Ye suddenly aimed his "Eye of the Wind God" at Mo Yu and fired it with lightning speed.

By the time they returned, it was already late at night. Aside from the elderly Yao Gongzhi, who had departed, everyone else was sitting in the hall waiting for them.

"What are you doing?" Councilman Yang looked at Diplomat Liu in disbelief. He looked like an innocent child who had been struck, filled with profound grievance.

The Special Operations Division had its own office building simply because its staff was too numerous.

"The issue isn't that the wounded can't hold on, but what do you plan to do about *her*?" Zhu Qing was conscious after Chen Yu had fainted, so he knew everything that needed to be known.

Huang Kaiyuan looked at his old commander and reiterated his request. As the commander of the Ninth Division, he was part of the reserve force held by the frontline command—the reserve of the reserves—but even as a commander, he had grown tired of this endless waiting.

At that moment, Mo Feng had a sudden, ominous premonition. Yet, he was clever; he asked nothing and said nothing, choosing instead to wait quietly for his master to speak.

Guo Zhuosheng’s words were so blunt and naked that the audience was stunned. Even Ma Xiude and Qin Huaisheng found it inconceivable; Qin Huaisheng even tugged at Guo Zhuosheng’s sleeve several times from below, especially toward the end, when he could barely bring himself to listen any longer.

Fine. At this point, Britannia need not think of anything else. If anything happens to me, they might as well just pack up and prepare for a world war.

Mo Feng still remembered the "Soul-Snatching Strike" that Bai Yunsheng seemed to have shouted earlier. Could that have been the blood-red phantom? What kind of ability was that? Its unstoppable lethality and the terror that struck the deepest parts of the soul were truly terrifying.

In the Chinese-language film industry, more and more visionary figures were prioritizing the research of computer-generated imagery and special effects.

Coincidentally, the new hero could not be kept on the shelf. Since the recent Summoning Wars were not frequent—only two or three times a week—Li Wei was assigned to a random side. Ideally, these Summoning Wars were best fought by those serving their own masters.

Aunt Rou’s husband had been capable and hardworking in his youth, but he later became addicted to gambling and alcohol. He would often beat Aunt Rou after drinking, take all the money she earned from spinning, and use her past friendship with my father to insult her, making her life one of constant hardship.

The opponent’s inner energy was endless, possessing both the rigid hardness of solid ice and the deep, flowing softness of water, pressing down in relentless waves. Although the Wan Tu Divine Technique was explosive and fierce, it was ill-suited for a drawn-out fight, and for a moment, it seemed as though the inner energy was beginning to backfire.

Ma Wujiang had only recently advanced to the Heaven-Man Realm. In terms of cultivation, he was inferior to Zhou Daohan, but he excelled in the purity of his technique and had learned authentic military arts. Military arts focused on slaughter and were impervious to the influence of bloodthirsty demonic energy; if anything, he grew stronger the more he fought. With a thrust of his arms, he unleashed nine spear-blossoms, each containing lethal intent—they were no feint.

After absorbing the blood, her wounds vanished completely, leaving not even a single scar on her fair skin.

"Heh heh, looks like we don't need to pay!" Dongfang Youdi chuckled, his peach-blossom eyes narrowing into slits as he looked at the three of them with a wicked grin, as if to say, "You're finished."

He Nanxi forced her eyelids open. She saw people darting back and forth. The man surnamed Zhuo was surrounded and had taken several blows. Ouch, it looked painful; blood was even flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Nanxi didn't speak, just glared at him angrily. *Zhuo Ling, I want to see how much longer a jerk like you can bully me.*

Lie Bing’s expression shifted. With a wave of his hand, icy energy emerged, forming a curtain of frost to shield Lie Bing and Bu Tian.

The fin-dragon fish beneath the water had vanished, and the surroundings were silent, save for the constant splashing of the water.

He was even able to seize the Golden Poppy Heavenly Fire, ranked third on the Heavenly Fire List. As long as the fire wasn't in the top three, he could obtain it within half a month.

Realizing that something was wrong, she cast a Heavenly Gate and stepped through it, while Ye Wushuang grabbed the corpse of the Tyrant Emperor Palace ancestor and dove in after her.

"Did I do something wrong?" Lumiya asked Ye Huan, looking at the departing back of Yingluo.

Never mind that Qin Ming couldn't afford twenty-five thousand Red Sun Stones right now; even if he could, he wouldn't spend them on this pill furnace.

With a cold sneer, Su Wan hadn't expected the Lingyin Ancient Temple to play such tricks. She remained expressionless, suddenly unleashing her own power.

Nalan Yan heard her understated tone and smiled along with her, though the smile was filled with heartache.

During the time he was deep in thought, Lei Sheng had circled and attacked Yang Quan more than thirty times, all of which Yang Quan had easily parried.

Di Mingyuan had traveled extensively in his youth, and even after becoming the Shadow Emperor of the Shuoqi Kingdom, he had accomplished many great things.

Though her Imperial Brother was only two or three years older than her, his demeanor—elegant and reserved—seemed worlds apart.

The old man watched his most treasured grandson tremble like a cicada in the presence of an outsider, his inner fury growing ever more intense.

The Shen family had only Shen Xingsu as their sole heir; Shen's father and mother were too busy to have any more children.

Outside, the sound of firecrackers continued, but in the doorway where the sunlight spilled in, time felt peaceful and still.