Chapter 113

With eyes wide and brimming with fury, they stared fixedly at the profound, trembling gaze before them, before collapsing straight to the ground.

The very day after Wang Jianglong’s departure, Lin Yuan unexpectedly received a phone call.

Ye Tianchen gritted his teeth, persisting as the Primordial Qi within him surged violently. A full moon instantly manifested behind him, its aura far more dense and heavy this time, appearing almost tangible.

"Very well, I will listen to you this time. But as you said, if the Imperial House cannot provide me with a satisfactory outcome, do not blame me for disregarding our past ties."

The fatty was stunned, a surge of warmth flooding his heart. At a time like this, his boss was still thinking of him?

The Source-users did not pursue this time; instead, they guarded against their formidable foe, gripping their weapons tightly.

At the convention center, at this time of day, it was nothing more than waiting for the results of the bid.

"Hey, Blacksmith Tang, what do you mean by that? Who said anything about leaving?" one of them retorted.

Even so, the defensive capabilities of chainmail against blades and spears remained superior to the light armor worn by the Yan army’s horse archers and infantry.

"Alright, I understand. Let's go." Jin Chenhan helped his gossip-loving wife to her feet and assisted her into the car.

"Yufan, go call your father and tell him to hurry back," Bai Haoran said to the dazed and foolish-looking Bai Yufan.

The moment his spine was struck, the man lost his balance, his reaction delayed by a split second. Only then did he scramble to raise his arm, attempting to block Li Tianliang’s kick.

Liu Xing took a seat at the empty spot at the table and scanned the people present. His lowered hat kept his eyes hidden from the others, revealing only the terrifyingly hideous scar on his face.

For this battle, the Eighth Route Army convened a high-level cadre meeting to discuss new tactics under the current situation, following the deployment of light firepower centered on grenade launchers and flamethrowers, and the acquisition of large quantities of captured Japanese artillery.

Having just finished a fight, Feng Yulou couldn't help but laugh at the thought of Chu Fengxi’s look of utter hatred.

At this moment, a mountain of exhaustion pressed down upon his heart, making it impossible to keep his eyes open, and he sank into a deep, unconscious sleep.

For a moment, the director seemed to see stacks of silver flowing straight into his own pockets.

This battle wiped out a thousand Japanese soldiers, equivalent to the strength of five infantry companies, and resulted in the capture of a vast amount of ammunition.

Qiao Yucheng nodded in agreement. The two of them—one a former lone wolf, the other a post-apocalyptic "homebody"—had truly never experienced anything like this.

At that time, there were no Ship Girls in Antarctica, mainly because the temperatures were too low for humans, Ship Girls, Deep Sea Ship Girls, or Deep Sea Giants to survive. Thus, the freezing weather hindered not only the attacks of the Deep Sea Giants but also the counterattacks of the Ship Girls.

It wasn't that he was shirking; he just felt that Lan Fei’s temperament was a bit difficult when it came to meeting his father. Just thinking about that scene made An Jinpeng’s scalp tingle.

The rascally pig hopped around behind Su Pan’er, its large, fan-like ears standing tall, completely unaware of her unusual behavior.

Looking at Xuanyuan Lang’s wounded expression, his eyes were honest, clearly not lying. In fact, her words had genuinely saddened him.

She wanted to reach out and touch the child in her womb, but she couldn't; she couldn't even manage this most humble of tasks.

When studies were mentioned, Lan Fei lowered her head slightly and said nothing. She had lost her scholarship this semester and failed to qualify for any honors. She was no longer a good student, so there was no point in talking about whether things were delayed or not.

If he wanted her to forget her hatred and live a peaceful life, perhaps she would not object. Because in this lifetime, she had come for him. She also wanted to repay the sins she had carried in her previous life.

Mu Yunqing realized it suddenly. How could she have forgotten? For a pervert who had always chased after slaughter, the bloodier the place, the more he loved it; the stronger the enemy, the more it stirred his excitement.

Back when he was in school in the modern era, no one played "Up and Go." At the very least, one had to know how to play "Fight the Landlord," or perhaps "Eighty Points."

"I see." Nodding gently, Yun Xiyan did not make things difficult for Guoguo by pressing further, for she felt that it was already quite impressive that Guoguo could remember anything at all.

Nanny Feng, who was in charge of the delivery, had been resting with her eyes closed. Hearing Qin Yi say that Su Pan’er was in discomfort, she was startled. Too rushed to even put on her outer coat, she draped it over her shoulders and hurried with Qin Yi to their bedroom.

Moreover, that battle was essentially a secret struggle between the highest existences of the East and West; it was not good for it to spread, especially not into Japanese circles.

"Back off, get inside!" Zhao Zhu immediately grabbed Qingzi’s hand and returned to the room they had just entered.

In short, all sorts of things happened that day. When he returned to his room, he fell straight to sleep, and when he woke up, a new day had begun.

Vermin with fur like mice, shifty eyes, and pig-noses fluttered their wings, scurrying and biting all over his body.

And if he bought a plane ticket back to Beijing, how would he face the relatives, elders, and brothers who were busy arranging his wedding? How could he face his grandfather and what could he say to him?