Volume 1, Chapter 52: Cenotaph
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Just as every youth has experienced, the shadow of his father loomed over Ning Zongyuan's head year after year.
With those words, he glared with wide-open eyes, dying with a deep and bitter reluctance. This brightest prince of the Great Tang imperial family, this Prince of Wu who harbored grand ambitions and vast aspirations, had his chest pierced by a long spear and departed from this mortal world with his eyes unclosed in death.
In truth, Jensen was unaware that Route 76 had a major operation scheduled for that day; Wang Jingwei had secretly returned to Shanghai from Tokyo, Japan, and all the agents of Route 76 had been dispatched in full force to protect him.
Given Senior Brother Fan's law-abiding and content nature, persuading him to abandon the secure and lucrative position of an instructor at the Yingtian Sect would probably be no easy task.
Richelieu clenched his teeth tightly, yet his entire body was still edged aside step by step, his arm holding the saber pressing down with all its might against the bending blade of the military sword.
Beneath the neon lights, a circle of tables and dozens of silver-white plates and bowls silently emitted a silver radiance. This scene filled everyone with curiosity; knowing full well that the dishes were meant to be food, they had no idea how this banquet was supposed to begin.
Hearing Balder speak of such a trope-laden matter with a completely straight face, I could not help but start mentally complaining.
Had Han Yue not brought little Han to register her household status today, he probably would not have discovered the problem hidden within for a very long time.
"Heh, eighteen kilograms, not heavy at all." Huang Yan no longer felt any heaviness when handling this weapon now.
"If it's a dispute concerning business, then I'm afraid it's a bit difficult for me to help. After all, here in Ningcheng, I represent our Yingtian Sect." Hearing the purpose of Chen Yuan's visit, Senior Brother Feng said apologetically.
However, the premise for treating her well was that she needed to recognize her identity. She was now his wife, Mrs. Qin, and only under this identity could she enjoy the goodness he offered. If she kept retreating and dodging, surely he could not endlessly let her do as she pleased without any bottom line, could he?
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"Muqing, I now command you as your master to take them and leave immediately." Jiang Jiuyue wore a stern expression, speaking with absolute seriousness and gravity. The overwhelming pressure emanating from her made it impossible for anyone to harbor thoughts of defiance.
Vance wandered around this floor for nearly an hour without even daring to guarantee that he had seen every single room. Even that aside, the most miserable part was that he still hadn't managed to find the stairs.
Lü Hou had just glanced at the email, learning the general outline of what happened last night. Intending to have someone track down these two individuals, he never expected them to deliver themselves right to his doorstep.
Seeing that Zhou You had diagnosed several classmates with almost instant results, and that they all recognized his methods, the others eagerly requested Zhou You to diagnose them as well.
Huang Dadao dug into his ear while listening to Mr. Zhang's endless nagging, clearly long accustomed to it. In the end, Mr. Zhang conceded defeat, simply choosing to ignore the unmanageable Huang Dadao.
"You don't recognize him, and yet you're full of excuses. Spreading false military intelligence—go take ten strikes with the military rod yourself!" Deputy Commander Wang said before turning away and ignoring him further.
Wondering if unsealing Beiming Chen had consumed too much divine power, Lin Xiyao felt a sudden wave of dizziness as she stood up, almost tumbling to the ground.
"First place? Wasn't the first place Zhou Zhou from Great Zhou City?" another youth asked in astonishment, echoing the question.
Infected by Ye Hao's smile, the worries of Gao Jianping and the others gradually dissipated. A trace of shame inevitably welled up within them; if a kid of sixteen or seventeen like Ye Hao could be fearless, then they, who had lived for decades, had truly wasted their lives.
She had her own measure of restraint. Right now was not the time to have an irreconcilable fallout with Fan Limeng. She could make Fan Limeng swallow a silent loss, but she could not give her the opportunity to make a scene.
Wuxiang took the medicinal pills and went personally to the banks of Tianmu Lake in Qingyuyuan. Over the years, all pill transactions had been handled personally by him and Moyun, never delegated to others. Every time, he would personally hand the pills to Moyun, and Moyun would hand his prepared spiritual herbs back to Wuxiang.
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No sooner had Murong Furlei finished speaking than a loud "bang" erupted at the entrance of the police station, shattering the glass and giving us all a terrible fright. Everyone rushed outside to find that one of the cars at the police station entrance had been blown up. No one knew who was responsible, nor why things had suddenly turned so dangerous.
Judging from the look of the photograph, it appeared to be quite ancient. Was this the mother of this demon? Or perhaps his grandmother?
"So, Mummy, you should busy yourself with arranging a marriage for little Bokai." Lan Xingxing craftily steered Lan Qiqi's attempt to set her up with a prospective partner right back onto Jiang Bokai.
"If it's gone, we start over. Don't worry, I have other properties outside. Leaving the Gu family's mansion means I have other estates, and we can still live happily." As for the Gu family's inheritance rights, whoever wanted them could take them; he didn't care for them. He refused to believe he couldn't carve out a world of his own with his own two hands.
Bai Weiyang, who was treating Xun Yi's injuries, had long since noticed the glaring bloody hole on his shoulder. Judging by the severity of the wound, it was at best a superficial flesh wound. However, the true reason his scalp tingled was that the edge of the wound was encircled by a graffiti-like ring of pitch-black ink, which even flickered with a faint, ominous red hue.
Didn't she say before that she couldn't destroy her because she was protected by Murong Ye, so she would let Murong Ye destroy her with his own hands?
Ximen Shi also joined the fight. To put on a good performance, he naturally couldn't just rely on empty words. However, if he offended the Huo family, he wondered if it would implicate the Ximen family—Ximen Shi thought belatedly.
Not only that, but the Elder Qin he saw did not look relaxed either. The Du family's affair probably dealt a massive blow to the old man, for upon waking the next day and looking at him for the first time, he noticed that the hair at the old man's temples had turned significantly whiter. One could only imagine the torment the old man had endured through the night.
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