Chapter 45: Insisting on Displaying Affection Right Before Her Eyes

"Crown Princess, what is the meaning of this? When have we ever offended you?"
Wen Changying remained silent, tossing out a number of assassin tokens.
Leaving the Eastern Palace, she had brought nothing with her except the clothes on her back.
Yang Kaixin wept. When all was said and done, he was merely a big boy who had just turned twenty-two years old this year. He cried incessantly, muttering incoherently.
Afterwards, his apprentice took up a sickle and began hacking at the lotus flowers. With every blow, blood gushed forth. In the end, the apprentice was nearly worked to exhaustion, and the bright red blood stained the entire graveyard.
By order of Division Commander Zhao Chuanming, a military radio station was left behind here. The moment any changes or latest intelligence arose, Ai Qianxue, who had volunteered to stay behind, would report directly to Division Commander Zhao Chuanming at the earliest opportunity.
Ahem. Just as I was deep in thought, a light cough sounded from the doorway. I raised my eyes and saw an elderly man with a hunched back, leaning on a pitch-black cane. His hair and beard were completely white, and his expression was kind and benign, yet the look in his eyes as he gazed at me was utterly indifferent.
Beneath the ring, whether they were trainees or instructors, all possessed extraordinary discernment. Therefore, when they saw Yun Xi proactively launch an offensive and seize the initiative, they nodded repeatedly, secretly praising her cleverness.
Class Six, led by Zhao Hui, selected five of the tallest students who were usually the best at playing basketball. After preliminary matches, they lost to the basketball team led by Li Zhenguo from Class Five. Ultimately, the elites entering the finals were from Class Five and Class Four.
"Who said something so disgusting and completely devoid of substance? Ahem!" It was that same irritating Zhang Zechen, who was the first to break the heavy silence.
Luo Hao fell silent. In that case, if they wanted to locate the three missing missiles, their only option was to find Soloriev first and proceed from there.
In the end, it was a traitor who provided the map of the Immortal Palace, enabling the various clans to successfully annihilate it.
"Damn it, this old man will definitely wipe out your Tiancheng Immortal Sect. You are simply too arrogant," Zhao Yu cursed inwardly.
He liked Zhong Xueting and knew she cared deeply about him as well, which was why he accommodated her so much.
"Greetings, Third Young Master Ximen. This person beat my subordinates, so I stepped in to teach them a lesson," Hua Junhang said respectfully to the young man in white.
At the mention of the word "wife," Siyu’s expression instantly turned frosty. Furious, she whirled around, raised her head, and roared at Liu Feilong: "Even if I die, I will never marry you! Stop daydreaming, Liu Feilong!"
She was naturally pretty. Although her personality was straightforward, her physique was not the athletic kind born from long-term training, but rather the delicate and frail sort that many men adored.
Zhang Ziyun escorted them to the balcony and watched as they nimbly climbed over the railing, feeling a slight twinge of fear.
Yet these were merely the least valuable items in the chest. Aside from the gold bricks, the remaining treasures consisted primarily of various items of jewelry, such as pearls, jades, and luminous night pearls.
The bond between Qin Tian and Tang Tianze and Chu Ting across their past and present lives was both a matter of destiny and human connection—a fate ordained long ago in previous lives.
Confined within a completely sealed space, Zhang Ziyun could only force herself into a state of suspended thought and induced slumber, hoping to conserve her strength and prolong her survival for as long as possible.
Even if he had the Yao family's best interests at heart, how could he bear the responsibility if his actions triggered other unforeseen disasters for the family?
A primordial cultivator let out a sound through dry lips, filled with utter disbelief as the expression on his face froze completely.
The blood in Du Feng's veins surged wildly. He both craved it and feared that if things continued this way, he would lose control and do something regrettable.
In any case, he would stall for as long as possible. He was rather afraid of facing Hua Chen, who was far too perceptive. Moreover, Hua Chen had a cold disposition; just picturing that icy demeanor made Fourth Uncle Ling shudder inwardly. He wanted nothing to do with Hua Chen, especially since he could already guess why Hua Chen had invited him here.