Chapter 61: Tang Blade Qinggang

General Mo Ran said as if looking for praise, "Isn't General Ding quite good? When I went to the Crown Prince's residence and found him still locked up, I quickly brought him out!"

On the day of Chu Boyan's birth, when Lady Chu saw that she had given birth to a boy, her heart was filled with both sorrow and joy. She rejoiced that she had left behind a legacy for her late husband, but sorrowed because the Chu family would surely seize the child and drive away the mother upon learning it was a boy, tearing apart their flesh and blood.

Shen Mingxuan had gone to the frontier at the age of seventeen. Though they had not met for many years, the bond between the two brothers remained as strong as ever, and they still had an endless stream of things to say, just like in their youth.

Unflurried, he took a drag of his cigarette and slowly turned around. At a glance, he saw a police car parked one meter behind him. Zhou Qingshuang was sitting in the driver's seat, smiling at him with her eyes half-closed.

With that, Caidie forcefully shook off her hand. Zhu'er, losing her balance for a moment, stumbled and fell to the ground in a sorry state.

Upon returning to the Jiuxi Dimension, Mo Yuanxiang acted as if she were back in her own bedchamber, being utterly unconstrained. Without needing any hospitality from Ding Jiuxi, she began looking around to the left and right on her own.

"You're still talking! Do you know how precious food is? You just poured the soup away casually, and you even broke the plate! Isn't this sheer waste?" Lin Xiaoxi said to Cecil with a heartbroken expression.

Yet all that this kind of scene brought to Ding Jiuxi's mind were those television drama scenarios she used to watch—seemingly filled with various forms of showing off, but behind them all, it was merely putting on a brave face to look imposing. Viewed through Ding Jiuxi's eyes, these things appeared even more worthless.

"If you can't eat it, don't force yourself." Lin Chuxia knew that Shen Mingxuan said this only so she wouldn't worry, but she simply couldn't bear to see him like this.

A few days later, a rumor spread among the common people that even in such a desolate autumn, two dogs were mating in the Ding family's garden.

"Humph!" Shangguan Yan snorted disdainfully, brandishing his sword as he lunged straight at Ashina Qimi.

"What? You're teaming up with my rival to bring me down? Then I must really teach you a lesson." Ling Bing pulled Nangong Qixing onto her lap and showered him with wild kisses.

"Pry the door open!" Old Tie shouted. Instantly, his skin turned to steel, and pressing his hands flat against the doors, he pulled them apart. He gritted his teeth, his head flushing red with bulging veins.

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The whirlwind instantly compressed into a wind sphere and exploded, its roar shaking the vault of heaven. By comparison, thunder was mere birdsong, leaving the late-arriving rescuers with hearts as dead as ashes.

She had no idea what was wrong with herself, either; it was purely a instinctive rejection of letting Yuchi Ao see her in her current state.

Having finished processing the final batch of data, he closed his laptop and raised his gaze with unruffled calm. Those were deep, piercing eyes, as dark as ink without a trace of light. Deep within them lay a realm of desolate cold and darkness, resembling a pool of stagnant water that refused to stir the slightest ripple.

Brushing past each other like strangers on the road, neither caring nor lingering, nor leaving behind even the slightest warmth.

"Which sea area? How far is it from us? Who came to seek help?" he asked urgently.

Moreover, this photo only captured her ethereal back view, portraying the intimacy between the two of them to absolute perfection.

Chen Ling had no objections to this. Since it was something Master Wuwei created himself, naturally, he could name it whatever he pleased.

"My limit has been reached." Xia Jingxuan slowly turned around, her face serene and tranquil. Exactly as the other three had anticipated, the imposing aura of a peak-level expert had not the slightest effect on her.

Another long blast of the whistle, and the train had already started moving. I suddenly remembered something and quickly passed an item from my military canvas bag into Le Hong's outstretched hand. Our hands gently grasped each other once more.

The instructor played for a long time without saying a word. No matter what cards I played, he remained silent, simply fixing his gaze upon me.

If the God of the Seasons had remained silent, then Typhoeus and the other principal gods would have continued speaking according to their own train of thought. Yet the moment the God of the Seasons seemed to casually shake his head, Typhoeus and the other principal gods would instantly negate their previous decisions.

Following the practice from the grand opening, Wang Yolong set off a string of firecrackers at the entrance of Piaoxiang Valley and invited several local singers to sing and dance in the hotel lobby.

Ah... who would have thought that the methods of the Thirty-Six Camps bear such a striking resemblance to certain human nations—the military does not intervene in political life.

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Sun Meng and the others, afraid of putting me in a difficult spot, quickly gathered several brothers in the platoon who had farmed land and built greenhouses back home to map out the greenhouse construction plan.

However, because of Qing Dao's actions and her own words, Liu Xiran completely washed away that lingering regret. If her memory served her right, Nie Heng had once spoken those exact same words. This only served to make her even more resolute.

With a crisp "crack," the heels of their military boots collided—a dull yet resonant sound. Yang Jinxing executed a textbook-perfect salute to Zhao Qiang.

Yet Shi Leng was stunned. After taking a punch delivered with three-tenths of his strength while completely devoid of muscular defense, this fellow could still speak?

Zhao Cheng was a first-year lawyer, only two or three years apart from Wen Youbai in age. The two usually got along quite well, so their conversations were naturally quite open.

Sweet, yet carrying a hint of bitterness. Just like his heart; he rejoiced for his disciple, yet could not help feeling a touch of desolation regarding his own lot.

By the time Qin Wan reacted, Shen Chi was completely soaked, running back out of breath with that mouse still in hot pursuit—chasing him with increasing vigor, utterly disregarding the cat.

Wen Youbai suddenly recalled Xu Yin's words and initially wanted to dissuade him. But on second thought, what right did she have to stop Mr. Wen? He was an accomplished, mature man with life experiences far richer than hers, and every decision he made had been thoroughly considered. Why should she use her own shallowness to obstruct him?

"Everyone is terrified of the plague; no one dares to step outside," Qin Bolin said in a deep voice as he looked at the street scenery.

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