Say something about it.

There will only be one update today. I need to sort out the plot. Starting tomorrow and continuing through the end of the month, there will be three updates a day.

This is very likely to be my last entertainment-industry novel. Writing this kind of story is simply too difficult, and often feels like a thankless task.

Especially under all sorts of pressure, it is even harder to achieve good results. Entertainment-industry novels basically have no supplementary income from other channels. This book can support me on my own, but supporting an entire family would be far too difficult.

Still, although the results have not been good, I will finish writing it. It may not be very long, but at least it will give me a proper conclusion.

I will not abandon it, so everyone can rest assured. Even if it earns no money, it will definitely reach a million words. Therefore, I will not be starting a new book anytime soon.

Finally, I wish the people along the coast who are at the center of the storm safety and peace. A Category Seventeen typhoon is truly terrifying…

Her fiery lips wildly invaded the fragrance between Rosanna’s lips and teeth, carrying a reckless madness and a wildness that forced her to burn along with him.

“Are you insane? There’s no way I’ll agree to this.” The image of Ye Qingyan torturing Alice instantly surfaced in Rosanna’s mind. With her current abilities, she had no chance of fighting Ye Qingyan. If Ye Qingyan discovered this, wouldn’t she be doomed?

After leaving Baro’s home, Lin Yi came to these white stone cliffs and then entered the cave. He took the green crystal from his arms and compared it with the stones inside the cave. Lin Yi felt that the stones in the cave looked better, but he still put the green stone back into his arms.

Duan Lang crossed the tunnel of time and stepped into modern society. Faced with all kinds of temptations, he wondered when he would be able to return to the Kingdom of Nanzhao. His longing for his homeland and loved ones filled him with shame. If not for his own willfulness and arrogance, this outcome would never have come to pass.

Disbelief filled everyone’s hearts. All that remained was boundless astonishment and absolute terror—terror that they might be caught in the path of that enormous bird.

Unable to restrain herself, Renzi was saying this when she suddenly noticed that the mass of flames seemed to be drawing closer and closer.

It went so far back that it could be traced to the very day the game first launched—seven years ago. No, it was even farther back than that.

By the time Lin Yi arrived, darkness had already fallen. Seeing that there was no light coming from the felt tent at Uncle Bart’s home, Lin Yi was just about to call out when he suddenly felt that doing so would be too rash. Uncle Bart certainly would not be pleased. It would be better to return tomorrow.

“…” Ye Ning and the others stared at the dumpling-shaped figure on the bed, their faces covered in black lines. Was this thing’s brain not functioning properly? It was not even her due date yet—how was she supposed to make the baby come out?

“You’re really not angry anymore?” Huangfu Xijue tilted his head slightly and asked, clearly unconvinced.

Xie Xueshang said, “You are a living Bodhisattva, a savior. As the relative of a high-ranking official, your uncle is naturally no ordinary person.”

After hearing him, Baldy Jiang knew that these were merely words of comfort and could not solve anything. All he could do was wait, so he nodded.

The fact that he had not appeared even when the five helpers were present proved that he was no more skilled than those five. In other words, I could take him down in one move.

“Where did Yuesheng go?” Chen Junrong asked Liu Junda. Du Yuesheng had disappeared after dinner. It was already ten o’clock, and she had begun to worry. After all, given the delicate situation, she could not help but feel concerned.

By the end of February, all the troops of Japan stationed in China, except those in Taiwan, had completed their withdrawal.

Yet scene after scene flashed through his mind. Was Mu Yirou’s love for him genuine or false? Why had she caused the death of his mother, and yet been willing to give her life for him?

Only then did Mu Wanqing let out a sigh of relief. Her body immediately went limp, no longer possessing the strength to hold itself up. She allowed the blood to flow freely, no longer even feeling the pain. She collapsed onto the bed and panted repeatedly, as though only this could calm her down.

Mu Wanqing froze. Before she could understand what was happening, Huo Huan’s hand had already brushed across the softness of her chest. With nowhere to retreat, she could only silently endure it, though her cheeks flushed crimson with anger as she glared fiercely at Huo Huan.

“I’m sorry!” Du Manning still refused. She did not want money; all she wanted was a family—a husband whom she loved and who loved her, and a father whom the children loved and who loved them.