Volume One, Chapter 45: Inviting Jiang Yingli to the Military District

Takagi Ren knew what she wanted to ask. He hadn’t been like this before, but lately, he had indeed fallen into despair because he mistakenly believed she was with Lin Ju.

At this point, Liu Bing seemed to recall something. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly bowed again to Gao Ming.

He Dezhe was stunned, just as Takagi Ren had said, her gentle words and soft smiles deeply moved him. He could not think of any retort and merely nodded mechanically.

Once Lian Yu and the others finally regained their senses, Su Yang told them what he had seen. Still, worry lingered on their faces.

She quickly released the envelope, withdrew her hand from Zhu Qi’s embrace, turned around, and crouched to perform a curtsy.

“Love always leads to two outcomes: either it lasts forever, or the paths diverge,” Ouyang Heng said coolly. The fresh air outside seemed to lift his spirits.

However, Gao Ming knew it must have been his poem that played a role, so he could only sigh helplessly.

“Excellent! Your mind is remarkably resolute—I knew I hadn’t misjudged you.” The gloom vanished from Si Yutianjun’s face, his lips curved slightly, and his phoenix-like eyes flashed like lightning.

They walked all morning, and the convoy finally reached the vicinity of the sports stadium. At this point, they were halfway to the repair shop.

The great white carving swooped down over the shipyard, and soon Zhang Ju arrived as well. The dazzling sight of the white carving carrying Li Bin in low flight drew cries of astonishment from merchants and sailors throughout the port.

“Leave? Why should I leave?” Lin Feng crossed his arms, making no attempt to hide his thoughts, his eyes fixed on Shui Ruyue, lingering especially on the snowy white exposed at her chest.

When Xun Yi was led into the palace by Senior Brother Xinde, fifteen mighty figures were already seated inside. Not only were the patriarchs of the other eight major sects present, but also seven reclusive masters whose fame was obscure.

This method originated from the imitation of bionic breathing, so it was also called turtle breathing. Daoists believed that turtles lived long because they fed on qi.

Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile and said nothing more, continuing to smoke his cigar. Beside him, the polar bear watched Lin Feng silently, knowing the boss hated being disturbed when deep in thought.

Li Bin was baffled; it was truly strange. How could there be someone at Feiyun Temple, built in the mountains and wilderness, who looked exactly like him?

“Xu Lang, how is the transport ship preparation going? Can it hold more than ten thousand people?” Han Wantao asked.

“Wait!” Liu Ruxi suddenly walked over, wrapped her arms around Lin Feng’s strong waist, and closed her eyes. Clearly, she was asking for a kiss, just like those Korean dramas she watched where lovers always part with a kiss.

The Four Seas remained as quiet as ever, letting them do as they pleased, eyes fixed only on Meng Cangyun.

The soft, gentle imprint of a fist struck out in front of Qi Kun, yet without even touching his body, it dispersed in succession.

“Are you alright?” Mu Tianchen sat beside Bai Xiao. Seeing her suddenly spit out her drink, he hurriedly pulled a few napkins and handed them to her.

After living together in the dormitory for so long, although Yu Huanfu didn’t understand most of Su Yao’s affairs, she still knew more than others.

That night, Ren watched through thick smoke, unable to discern Linlin’s direction, so she tried to use spiritual power to track her movements.

An Xia noticed his expression pause; it had been a long time since she’d seen such a look on his face and couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of model he had made.

“What happened? How did you get hurt?” She grabbed Yu Chen’s shirt in a panic.

Hearing these words, Mo Dengxian’s eyes widened, but his heart surged with excitement. Killing Mo Silang had always been his life’s dream, his only true rival and fear.

Qian Ping and the others nodded secretly. They could tell that Fan Yu had used some special technique to greatly increase his strength.

“Papaya and snow frog! I asked my mom to make it especially!” Bai Zhi walked over with a proud face, placing the plate on the table.

Ling Yun hovered motionless in midair. As he swallowed the power of the sky within his body, the mysterious space’s energy was gradually consumed.

Wei Xun was speechless. He didn’t want to abandon him, but watching him throw a tantrum here was equally frustrating.

Gu Chaoci was always sharp-tongued, but for the sake of Lady Wang and Wang Yuyan, he had shown restraint. Yet now, his wild temper flared, and he refused to let her off so easily.

In the end, Wang Pomie managed to suppress his greed, allowing Cao Xiu and the other to take everything, and even shifted the blame onto the Lin family to help them with the aftermath.

It wasn’t wasteful either—a single crystal stone could power things for two or three years, remarkably energy-efficient.

He had been traveling in the East Sea when he heard someone attacked Chunyang Palace. He immediately turned back, but only reached Shaolin on the way, where he learned Chunyang Palace had been destroyed and the Shaolin mountain path occupied.

Among those familiar to Ruan Xiangling here, probably only Fu Chenfeng stood out. If it weren’t for him inviting them over, why else would they suddenly appear?

The man let out a muffled groan, his face twisted in agony from the pain, yet he gritted his teeth and held on. He didn’t beg for mercy; instead, he stared fiercely at Hongyi, his eyes full of venom.

After Kakuzu forced Minato Namikaze back with a large-scale combined jutsu, he quickly fled the battlefield.

Although Hongyi had the protection of the Purple Thousand Royal Sea Thunder, he was still shaken, coughing up blood as he flew backward, his body slamming into the ground, creating a huge crater.

Zhou Yuzhen was no different; her mouth opened wide enough to hold an egg, her mind blank, and she unconsciously walked to the center, wanting to see if that was still the Wu Li she knew.

Yet, he always had to consider Chengxin, and the Duke of Dingguo’s mansion, and those precious few who still cared for him.

In that home, she had only her father and siblings. But her father was busy outside, and her siblings didn’t understand her. Now, Wei Yuan even resented her.

On this point, Tony and Frank had fully accounted for Beidou’s extraordinary fighting power, leaving most decisions to his “improvisation.”