Volume 1, Chapter 56: It Seems I Am About to Become a Widow

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Gu Huanxi instinctively clutched her stomach, feeling as if it were burning from within. Her mind raced back to the expression on Gu Jinyan’s face when she had just pushed him away. Was Gu Jinyan also in pain? Before she could ponder further, her attention was drawn back to the person lying on the hospital bed.

“Come here,” Wang Pingyi commanded arrogantly, raising his chin. “Is Gu Jinyan also in the hospital now?”

Gu Huanxi nodded. “He’s here to see my mother.”

Hearing this, Wang Pingyi couldn’t help but show a cruel smile. It was exactly as the person on the phone had said. If he took revenge in that way, wouldn’t Gu Jinyan be finished?

Thinking this, he glanced at the caregiver and motioned for them to leave. After closing the door...

“Damn it, die!” With his unmatched might, Batianswushuang wielded a flaming sword, furiously chopping the bloodthirsty wolf before him into pieces. Blood and flesh blurred the ground as the wolf let out a mournful howl and slowly collapsed.

This was originally standard equipment for training special forces and spies, but somehow Liuhuo had gotten hold of it.

For him, all of this was quite normal. After all, he considered it his responsibility, as everyone pointed out. He couldn’t deny it, which explained the situation. It wasn’t because of others—it was because of himself.

Qian Ruoruo stopped mid-sentence, pleadingly looking at Jing Moxuan as if seeking his approval.

“Ants are frail, yet I will lead you all to soar to the heavens!” This was the first time Cang Yuan had made a clear demand to Chang Yun and the others! He was destined to leave Qingxuan Continent eventually. Without enough strength, even if Cang Yuan took them away with him, it would be a death sentence.

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Yin Cai still watched Wang Peng expressionlessly, while Nian Boyang gave a slight nod, signaling Wang Peng to continue.

They possessed only the unwavering faith of moving forward and the will to defend their homeland. No matter the obstacles, they did not fear. Those who do not fear are brave; those who are brave have no doubts; those without doubts are invincible.

The waiting was long. There was once a saying: “How long a minute feels depends on whether you’re inside or outside the restroom!” Now, Xiaoyu and the others truly understood.

“Carry the gun, fight, and protect the homeland,” Lu Xuehua said without hesitation. Indeed, that was all he understood about being a soldier.

“Rumors?” Although Jing Moxuan read the newspaper daily, he focused on major economic events and paid no attention to entertainment news, so he was unaware of how the outside world was gossiping about him.

Nan Gong Aoxue furrowed his brow and coldly eyed Dylan. “Let’s go!” he said, placing a piece of broken silver on the table before rising to leave.

Ren Wenqiu, hiding behind the statue of Guan Yu, was startled when he saw the tall, lean man known as “Lone Ranger” Lu Tianyin and recognized the fierce official wearing the black gauze hat as Yanluo, the Devil’s Hand of Ghost Fortress. Though he did not know the man in the red robe, he was certain he belonged to Ghost Fortress.

“Before you kill him, I’ll cut off your head. Don’t believe me? Try it,” Thunder said, patting Wang Jian.

“Master...” Ye Zimei had barely spoken when her expression suddenly changed. She pushed Xie Bi aside, drew her long sword, and from behind came a clear tinkling sound like music—surprisingly melodious.

Some might think such actions were only done by those with a screw loose, but Wang Xiaoxiao and Chang Nu were far from crazy—they simply valued friendship more deeply than others.

As they spoke, a faint commotion outside grew louder, mixed with the robust shouts of men.

At that time, the war between the Federation and Baiyue was intense, with the Kemiya Star Region caught in the middle, suffering the ravages of war. Much like a pawn being sacrificed now, Kemiya was then used as a buffer zone—a quagmire to restrain and exhaust Baiyue’s forces.

The next day, the two rose early. Situ Hao Yu organized a morning workout. When Cheng Lingzhi glared at him with a dark face, he finally let them go.

After everyone had nearly finished eating, Bai Yan took the untouched plate of mung bean cake to the rooftop. Among the mercenary group, Meteor Frost ranked first in speed and agility, with Bai Yan coming in second. In the Sky City’s training grounds, Bai Yan had dueled countless times with those Wing Clan youths.

“This elder is...” Yun Chang admired the proud yet kindly demeanor of the white-bearded old man and stepped forward to salute and inquire.

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Although the Wang family hadn’t engaged in greenhouse farming in recent years, they had planted cotton for several years when subsidies were available, earning quite a sum—at least compared to ordinary people. Now, according to Zheng Qiuhua, it seemed likely someone in the Wang family worked at Shan City’s meat processing plant and had intentions to take over contracts.

Before he could finish scolding, a deluge of spit and insults followed, drenching the fan until he looked like a drenched rat.

Regarding the Single-Edged Sword Demon, Li Qi preferred not to get too involved. Revealing the Single-Edged Sword’s secret was meant to expand their influence, but unexpectedly, someone had fallen into madness from the demonic technique.

She was somewhat incredulous, pinching her tender arm until a slight pain confirmed the reality.

Actually, this regulation did not apply to ordinary cadres or staff, but targeted county-level officials.

She continued to strike fiercely; the glazed flames surged and ravaged, attempting to break the Second Divine Formation and help Zheng Tuo escape.

The confrontation with Lu Qi had happened two or three weeks prior. But now, Han Yixuan recalled the feelings from that time and regained her former state.

This was the Black Lotus Holy Sword’s own domain—no one could target it here. Even if a Breaker arrived, they would gain no advantage.

Especially during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms era, a realm dominated by warriors, the saying went, “What makes an emperor? Those with strong armies and robust horses.”

Here, every five levels, whether player or monster, skills, power, and health multiplied several times. A five-level gap was terrifying, let alone Wang Mo, who was ten levels below the Evil Eye Lord.

Hu You thought silently: as the saying goes, “like repels like,” so why would you care about such matters?

Through prearranged contacts with trade caravans, the Borum Rangers sold off nearly all the spoils they had accumulated over a period. Although wartime prices for various goods doubled, the increase in value for the weaponry and equipment among the spoils was equally impressive.