Volume One, Chapter 75: Comrade Han, Why Did You Push Me?

Jiang Yingli was surrounded by a group of children, each holding something their families had sent over. Pots, bowls, and pans—these utensils were at least three times better than the chipped and rusted ones from the production team.

The child who had made a face at her during the welcoming party said, “Sister Jiang, my mother asked me to bring this. She said your house doesn’t have one.”

Thinking of Lin Xiao’s terrifying offensive just now, Yan Ruyu mused, whether it’s over or not, what difference does it make?

Lu Yao was stirred by her words. He, of course, understood better than anyone why Shen Zhengqing had brought three hundred light cavalry. He had already withdrawn from the military back to his ancestral home; this matter shouldn’t have involved him. Yet, upon hearing that his wife was determined to follow, never to part, a hot-blooded fervor surged in his chest.

Seeing Lin Feng in such a miserable state, everyone was incredulous. He had seemed fine just moments before—how had the situation reversed so suddenly?

Still, they said nothing. After all, they were only servants and had neither the position nor the right to question such matters. After a brief pause, one of them hurried into the Ma family’s main hall to inform Master Ma.

A powerful force of beast soul energy surged toward Yun Hao, filling his body and making him extremely uncomfortable. Most importantly, he had been underwater for too long and could hardly endure it any longer.

This time, their collaboration would ultimately serve the military. If anything went wrong, resolving it would be exceedingly troublesome. Xu Fan dared not be careless; he agreed immediately and decided to go see for himself what had happened.

“Yes, I am the Grand Master of the One Word Hall. I have many, many other identities, but this cannot be denied: I am your father. I am Sun Changfu.” He still spoke to her with a good temper and infinite patience, like a kindly elder who, faced with a wayward child, refused to give up.

If not for Sun Shining’s timely appearance, the fate of tens of thousands of soldiers would have been unthinkable—she dared not even imagine it.

She thought, if she offended the Ye family too deeply, she might be in over her head.

Feng Wu chose to challenge the Linglong Tower not only to help Xu Feng level up, but more importantly, to train the team’s coordination in preparation for the future assault on the Ten Yama Kings.

A savage, bloodthirsty light glimmered in Anyi’s eyes; in fact, he seemed somewhat exhilarated.

“No,” Lin Yi said, face full of unwillingness. If he hadn’t been so badly injured, perhaps he truly could have smashed open the alloy hatch.

“Brother Ye Kai, it’s getting late. Let’s go upstairs,” Qin Jiao moved close, half her body pressed against his, impatiently urging him on.

Soon, the servants brought the condiments. Xu Bao glanced over them and noticed something missing. He asked if they had the ingredient he’d mentioned before, but the servant replied they’d never seen such a spice.

“Haha!” Wind Vagabond burst into wild laughter, opened the rear car door, and stuffed Qin Bing inside with a single, sweeping motion.

Su Zhi frowned slightly. He had only come on the Crown Prince’s orders and was already full of reluctance, but now, facing a worthy adversary, his brows lifted and his sword was drawn.

As soon as Master Zeng spoke, the room fell silent. Tang Zhen immediately looked at Zeng Rong—what, more advanced than their own anemometer?

Ye Kai felt slightly reassured. According to Huang Long, including himself, there were only five Martial Gods in the entire ancient martial world. As for the Grand Martial Gods, for some unknown reason, they had all vanished from the world, nearly impossible for anyone to find.

At this moment, Su Bai’s eyes turned blood-red, clearly affected by this oppressive aura, which was slowly eroding his mind.

“All right, thank you then,” Wang Tiemei, seeing Xu Fen’s gesture, could only redouble her efforts at work, coming up with even more beautiful new patterns to express her gratitude.

Wen Nuan had originally thought that her apartment belonged to her wealthy patron—after all, it was a hundred million yuan residence. What patron would be so generous?