Chapter 24, Volume 1: Jiang Yu, is it possible that the gift you prepared is not as thoughtful as your fourth brother's?

A fragment of a past life flashed through her mind like lightning—Huo Chenyuan, as the captain of the advance reconnaissance team, had gone on a mission to the southern border and never returned. Back then, when Jiang Yuehua had returned to the Jiang family, she had lamented that it was such a pity for someone so young and handsome to be lost forever.

Upstairs, the sound of a phone hanging up echoed, followed by heavy footsteps. Jiang Yu’s heart hammered against her chest like a drum, leaving her frozen in place. Suddenly, Huo Chenyuan’s bedroom door opened. In the hallway, Jiang Yu stood rigid as if under a binding spell. Huo Chenyuan stepped out, having changed into casual clothes, his expression calm. His gaze swept across the corridor and paused slightly when it landed on her. "Still awake this late..."

Without supervision, there was no need to wait for signals; the marauders would do as they pleased, though some were inclined to pursue other agendas. Watching Xiu Yi, Xuan Yuan Xichen, and Ye Yige enter, Weiwei did not bother to greet them, and they simply found places to sit on their own.

"So, the number of corpses he refines is only increasing!" Leng Tian remarked. By now, he had vaguely guessed what great feat this heaven-defying genius was attempting.

Ba Tu, as if fueled by stimulants, his face flushed red, raised his broadsword and hacked toward Ling. Yet, for some reason, just as he was about to make contact, he tripped and fell.

It turned out that she had misunderstood; perhaps she had simply needed something to lean on at that time. That was why she had mistaken it for love. Now that the dream had faded and she saw things clearly, she didn't even feel the sting of heartache.

As expected, the next moment she saw her opponent draw his longbow, and an arrow flew straight toward her.

This smile and promise put Madam Wang’s heart at ease. She didn't know why, but she instinctively trusted him without needing further words. Being trusted in such a way softened Yuanniang’s heart, and her nose stung with emotion.

Yan Fei fell silent instantly. She knew deep down that her son looked exactly like Li Haolong. Anyone who had seen Li Haolong would naturally say he was Haolong’s son. If they weren't family, how could they look so much alike? At this moment, Yan Fei did not know how to answer Liu Yuxin.

"Oh no..." Lin Moxue’s face turned pale. The meridians in her chest were the most critical part for a martial artist; if they were destroyed, she would likely be reduced to an ordinary person.

Of course, even if it weren't a coincidence, there was nothing he could do, for in his current state, he had no way to find the path back, nor could he verify the truth.

Wang Yan felt a surge of joy. Old Lei was a follower who had been with his father for over twenty years, possessing unfathomable martial arts prowess. With him here, that Chu Feng would surely be captured.

The tent flap was lifted again, and Brock Rumlow, who walked out behind him, couldn't help but curl his lips into a mocking smile.

Upon hearing this, everyone was in awe of Han Baichi, and those who had previously colluded with Qian Sen to attack him felt unbearable shame.

"Hey, the Master is asking you a question. Why aren't you answering?" A young man behind Chu Feng shouted coldly.

Old Jiu rushed over and brought his blade down toward Liu Yong’s forehead. Everyone watching was terrified, certain that Liu Yong was doomed. They wondered why he didn't run; just standing there to be struck meant certain death.

Chen Mo glanced at the squad of soldiers following him; they were carrying three crates toward the Quinjet parked not far away.

Beside Jingshan Lake was a large plaza surrounded by tall trees, an excellent place for exercise. It could be said that this area was almost entirely occupied by the elderly for their workouts. Li Jin hurried over and discovered that both Elder Deng and Elder Bai were there.

She frowned slightly, wondering why Ye Weiyang was at the Huguo Temple. But judging by his reaction, she hadn't been hallucinating; Ye Weiyang had indeed saved her, and she was alive again. She pulled a stiff smile onto her face and opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, thinking she had been rendered mute by her own poison.

His mind was filled with the fear that Wang Qiang and the others might turn the tables. Now that Lu Chao, the police chief’s top henchman, was actively showing him favor, something felt wrong.

After all, Mother and Father Shen had been married for decades; Shen Ning could understand that, but she knew that only by distancing oneself from scum could one move toward a better future.

If he were to go to Jiangning City now to request reinforcements from the armed police to help the task force suppress the resistance of the hundreds of people from the Zhao family, it would be an open declaration of his stance to outsiders.

She wasn't crying because of what Zhou Ji said, but because she couldn't believe that someone she had dated for so long could harbor such despicable thoughts.

Shen Qingqing had no idea how she had gotten inside, so she decided to ask the Water Spirit again.

A large number of auxiliary police officers from villages and streets participated in county-wide public security reform training. Adopting the strategic policy of "arresting the guilty and preventing the innocent," they fanned out into every rural area, prioritizing mediation in livelihood disputes and using law enforcement only as a secondary measure, while severely cracking down on crime to serve as a warning to others.

"Don't waste your breath. It’s my own idea; I just suddenly figured it out. What, is that not allowed?" Lu Chuan had said that one must never be compliant with these people, or else one would be the one to suffer.

She walked over to look and indeed saw Lu Shixu standing quietly by the car, lost in thought.

"I’m going out for a while. I’ll be back by noon," Jun Moshang said, rising immediately, his voice low, as if reporting to her.

Ning Feifei glanced at him and sat on the other end of the sofa. Wu Fan rubbed his nose, unsure whether he should speak.

"Alright, I think he will be very surprised when he sees me later," Wu Fan said with a smile. "You can also start planning your own life from now on," he added in comfort.

"How did that feel just now?" Elder Qin did not answer his question directly but asked one in return.

"King of the South! Let’s cooperate and take down the Great Xia together! How about it?" Seeing the ambition on Gu Mo’s face, King Qi felt much more at ease.

The list included "Ningxia Regional Commander Jiang Han, Garrison Eunuch Li Zeng, Governor An Weixue, Junior Minister Zhou Dong, and so on..." To put it bluntly, any general who held military power was on this list.

Even so, the Jade-Armored Man had inflicted several wounds on the Eagle-Clawed Elder, blood seeping out and staining his black robes crimson in several places.

"How can Big Brother go to Jiangnan in this condition? I will go and decline the Emperor’s order on his behalf!" Wei Xi said, turning to leave.

Not a single arrow could pierce into the pavilion, nor could a single stone be thrown inside; Li Qianqian remained safe and sound.

"Gulp"—he couldn't help but swallow hard, unable to continue the conversation in his embarrassment. However, this was exactly what Si Feng wanted, as she intended to use this opportunity to obtain what she needed and fulfill Li Ling'er’s dying wish.

A seven- or eight-year-old bellflower root was dug up, over a foot long, plump and white, displayed before everyone.

This was the reason why the Guha Divine Lord was willing to come; otherwise, it would be troublesome if someone reported him.

Mo Duoduo looked at the necklace in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then tossed it onto the windowsill.