Volume 1, Chapter 32: The hospital is under total lockdown. Fortunately, Jiang Yu managed to get inside to keep his second brother company.

Military District Hospital.

The whitewashed walls were somewhat mottled. Suppressed coughs, the groans of patients, and the anxious whispers of families merged into a single, somber chorus.

Jiang Yu had set out before dawn. Carrying a thermos, she navigated the overcrowded waiting hall, moving against the flow of the crowd to find her way. She had asked Huo Siye, and Huo Mingyu’s office was on the second floor.

Every word spoken by the group reached Ye Xiao’s ears clearly. He shook his head, his gaze fixed on the turbulent "will-line storm" before him, and with a swift, sword-like stride, he lunged into the fray.

Wang Zhexian: "Hello, host. Hello, everyone. I am Wang Zhexian, manager of the Yuyang Technical Department. In the game, I am known as 'King Reborn' from Mount Hua. Thank you."

That’s right. Matthew decided to go to the space agency because of the coordinates made of sand, which later led to him being tricked into space. Yet, ironically, it was the future Matthew who had orchestrated those sand patterns.

Xiao Ming turned pale with shock, then broke into a bitter smile. He should have guessed it sooner; who else but Ye Xiao would be arrogant enough to do such a thing?

Ilan is a person with a very clear and bright mind. Precisely because he knows that everything he does might run contrary to the interests of Kekexili Island, he will never truly become one of its own, even if he holds a heart that wishes to protect it.

"It’s a water lantern!" Ning Yue looked closely and saw dozens of simple, rustic lanterns drifting along the current, their glow coming from the candles inside.

Of course, black holes are not so easily formed. No matter how large a spatial vortex might be, it is highly unlikely to transform into a black hole.

Since the person they had encountered was a wealthy patron, the seller and the burly man naturally had to adjust their previous scheme.

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd was dumbfounded, turning in unison to look at the Prime Minister to see how he would respond.

For the next three days, Ye Xiao practiced his swordsmanship here. The Green Lotus Sword Art consisted of thirteen moves, all of which possessed immense destructive power. In particular, the final move, "Green Lotus Filling the Sky," was said to reach the potency of the fourth-to-last move of the Dragon-War Sword Technique.

The octopus monster’s copper-bell-sized eyes brimmed with murderous intent. Its tentacles coiled tighter and tighter around the dragon’s body, constricting it mercilessly.

"The Emperor arranged for Bai Hongqi to handle this matter personally, saying he would send them back to their hometown in a few days." Having the Emperor clean up her family’s mess made Xie Ning feel deeply ashamed.

This young woman successfully captured everyone’s attention. In an instant, both she and Qu Qingyou became the focal point of the entire room.

Between old wounds and new ones, and the fact that he hadn't managed his injuries during his fight with Yue Zhong, he felt as if his condition might flare up at any moment.

With that, he turned and walked around the screen without hesitation, his departure resolute and firm. That heartless back seemed to sting Qu Qingran’s fragile heart; she burst into tears almost instantly, throwing the quilt from the bed into a heap as if to vent the resentment in her heart.

When they were selecting a burial site for Xu Qingrang, he had noticed the terrain around Yedao Lake, never imagining it would come in handy at a critical moment like this.

Chen Qingdong was very satisfied with Qin Zhisheng’s performance and felt more than ever that poaching Qin Zhisheng to come to Chenqiao had been a truly excellent decision.

Originally, Chen Qingdong had intended to visit Zhou Tao’s home during the Lunar New Year last year to strengthen their bond. However, because Zhou Tao had his own agenda, he declined the visit, and Chen Qingdong ultimately did not go.

"Grandfather, let’s go inside to talk. It’s cold out here, let’s not have you two catching a chill," Wulang said.

She flicked her wrist, and the whip lashed out again. Wei Mo’mie tapped his finger casually, a sharp, crystalline stream of energy snapping the whip in two. Another burst of energy grazed her ear, sending a strand of hair fluttering down; had it been a fraction of a millimeter closer, it would have left a bloody hole in Donoyaya’s forehead.