Volume 1, Chapter 27: "You Are My Angel!"

Lu Ming kicked Lu Longxiang in the face and said, "I said Yifan," before clasping his hands together and chanting under his breath.

Sun Shan even issued an order to hold a grand celebration in Nanjing for the returning heroes from Europe, such as Bai Chongxi and Zhu Zhixin, involving three hundred thousand people. Furthermore, a massive public memorial service was to be held at the Martyrs' Shrine on Purple Mountain in Nanjing for the heroes of the European Expeditionary Force who had fallen in battle.

However, I had no mind to ponder these matters at the moment. After the secret door opened, I quickly pulled Qu Pangtou and Chen Hudan to the side, fearing that those man-eyed insects might still be outside and would seize the opportunity to storm in.

"It is not that..." Providing aid to disaster-stricken areas without a treaty was merely a superficial excuse. Before Cagalli could retort, Unato let out a long sigh.

A shrill, miserable shriek echoed from deep within the wisp of soul mist. The pure white soul could be seen sizzling as it was scorched by the surrounding wisps of black energy, fading rapidly as if it were about to vanish entirely.

Environmental protection is a matter of great importance. It concerns not only the survival of future generations but is also a critical national issue.

"Fine, you speak," Lu Longxiang said, looking with pity at Lu Ming, who had been sent flying by Zhu Yifan. Poor kid, isn't he a bit too pathetic?

If they didn't hide it, would they destroy the evidence? Would they burn it to ashes with a fire, or mince it and mix it with something else?

"What did you say? I didn't hear you; could you speak up?" Yuli looked up with an expression of pure innocence. Yeyu was stunned upon hearing this; she didn't expect Yuli to refuse to help her at a time like this!

Huzi: Male, nineteen years old, a member of the Qin Feng Mercenary Corps. He is honest and loyal. Although his natural talent is lacking, his diligence makes up for it, and his mastery of the Tiger-Style Fist is truly supernatural.

Forget it. In any case, it had been agreed that he would not interfere in her affairs. Yet, he still couldn't help but steal a few more glances.

Yin Fei slowly crouched down, an irrepressible urge to have his servants prepare a death-row prisoner to slaughter for catharsis rising within him, but the words died on his lips, and he ultimately swallowed them back.

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Consequently, Professor Tang had kept his center running for over a decade, and the professor himself had been hailed as the "savior of delinquent youth poisoned by the internet and society," reaping both fame and fortune.

As the sand fell through the air, the top half was black, while the bottom half was white; once it hit the ground, it turned completely white.

"Heh, I think we should skip the 'next contestant' routine. If you want to fight, then you and I shall fight. I have things to do and no time to play at your gauntlet of attrition," Liu Xuan said, waving at the White-Armored Ghost King to signal him to step forward.

This young master, bearing the entire destiny of the Asura clan, might well be a person of such celestial fortune.

Hundreds of Heavenly Emperors erupted with astonishing divine power simultaneously, their collective momentum so magnificent and overwhelming that it surpassed even Zhuge Danqing.

Seeing that Ruoshui had accepted his money, Zhang Jianjun felt a weight lift from his heart. It wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't known before, but now that he realized this girl was a master of great ability, his prospects for the rest of his life depended on her guidance. If she refused his money, it would be difficult to ask for her counsel in the future.

Old Madam Yao snorted coldly. Madam Yan did not say another word, stood up, and called the maids and matrons inside.

This storage room was an abandoned chamber. For some reason, the Lu family members had felt uncomfortable and chilled the moment they first entered, so they hadn't stored anything there and kept it locked. Since the house was vast, they had no need for so many rooms.

An Bai understood clearly that Lin Wannian was likely showing her special consideration because of Sikong Changting, but what did that matter? Given her current situation, this attitude could only benefit her.

On the morning of the third day of the second lunar month, after several nights of sleepless torment, Zhao Yan woke up. Just as she intended to fetch water to wash her face, she tried the faucet several times, but not a single drop of water flowed out.

"Good, let's do it this way. Clearly state our position and identity so she knows who has been suppressing her from behind the scenes." Sikong Changting no longer had any reservations; he was now single-mindedly focused on bringing An Mingxin down.

However, just as the beam of light was about to touch Yun Ling, a dark red figure suddenly burst forth, blocking the path in front of him, and an dark red barrier enveloped Yun Ling.

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The doctor was startled and hurriedly said, "Yes, Young Master, I am going right now, right now." With that, the sweating doctor rushed away in a panic.

Closer, she was about to touch the face of the man before her, when suddenly, the man who had been keeping his eyes closed opened them, staring straight at her, motionless.

Being repeatedly lectured by Han Jiang, Han Chao began to lose face. Although he did not openly contradict him, his words were laced with mockery.

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Without knowing the full situation, naturally, no one dared to act rashly.

An An and Zaisheng returned to Zaisheng's home. Zaisheng's mother had dried their quilts in the sun, and the room was spotless. Lying in the fluffy silk-cotton quilt, there was a scent of warm sunshine—a scent very close to Zaisheng's own.

"Grandpa, I am a classmate of Xue Wanqing. I want to know where she went. Do you know Xue Wanqing? I have been looking for her for a long time, and I can't reach her on her phone," Su Jingyi finally spoke.

The Dragon clan is born with formidable physical bodies, which ordinary magical artifacts and weapons cannot harm. They can traverse the heavens and the earth, capable of anything.

After lunch, Siyue just picked up her phone, intending to continue her studies. At that moment, her phone buzzed, and a WeChat message caught her attention. Seeing the name Han Bing flashing, Siyue couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

So, after all the time Fu An had spent working, it had all come down to this—merely causing Concubine Qin to lose her status and nothing more.

On the banks of the Wujiang River, he let out a long, heaven-piercing cry: "Even if the elders of Jiangdong take pity on me and make me king, what face do I have to meet them?" He leapt into the rushing river, the surging waters flowing eastward, drowning his cry and his lifelong legacy.