Volume 1, Chapter 31: It doesn't hurt. There, there—if you cry, then it will hurt.

Soon, Nangong Muqian returned, carrying a cup of hot milk tea. "Drink this; it will help ward off the chill."

Wen Zhi, completely distraught, reached out to take the tea. "Thank you."

Watching her, Nangong Muqian’s lips twitched slightly. "You are welcome."

Time ticked by second by second, yet the surgical light remained illuminated...

Outside the window, Ming Hanfeng leaned casually against the wall, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

That morning at Shengtian Group, the sheer intensity of the murderous aura radiating from Lu Yu had triggered the most violent reaction in Lei Huo himself, which was why he was asking this question now.

Chixue Meina shook her head slightly. Perhaps, as her boyfriend had said, she was just being too suspicious; maybe the man was simply eccentric by nature.

Cang Jiuyao, feeling impatient, pulled back the curtain to peer at the bustling crowds on the street. Even though the common folk along the way automatically stepped aside at the sight of the luxurious carriage, its speed was comparable to that of an ox cart.

"Get out of here right now, or I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!" Su Xuan’s gaze was like lightning, fixed coldly on the Taoist Chongxu before him.

"You got it!" Once Tao Ran sat down, the driver stepped on the gas and headed straight for their destination.

Opening the lid of the brocade box, she revealed a sachet inside, along with a silk handkerchief embroidered with vibrant, colorful clusters of flowers.

Su Xuan did not care about such things. In truth, people have different friends at different stages of life, and having one or two brothers like Li Xiang was enough.

"Do not be afraid. We are the Wuwei Squadron under the Martial Arts Anti-Japanese Alliance. We heard about your situation today and have come with reinforcements to assist you. Rest assured, with us here, we will not let that Scar-faced Wang succeed." As soon as Wu Yi entered, he stated his identity.

Upon seeing someone approach, the hovering figure froze, still as a tiger or wolf waiting for the perfect moment to strike its prey.

Liuyi and Ashou followed closely behind the others, holding their terminals, seemingly using the device's functions to track the location of the meteorite.

The Yuan army retreated in defeat like stray dogs. Ali Haiya had been trampled into the mud by the chaotic troops, and Ashu had been crushed into pulp by iron projectiles. Two of the three great leaders of the Yuan army were dead, and Bayan had fallen severely ill, unable to command the remaining forces.

Since the Song army's cannons were invincible in both attacking and defending cities, it seemed there was only one way to fight them: flexible and mobile warfare in the open field, which happened to be the specialty of the Yuan cavalry.

After the meal, Bi Qisheng led the group into a secret room. As he closed the door and retreated, Qin Zhijie noticed an extra person in the room: Lu Hongliang. Seeing Qin Zhijie’s suspicion, Xiong Lianzhong sighed and explained the reason.

In fact, this national highway had long been forcibly blocked, so naturally, no vehicles were passing through.

Chen Longfu glanced at the stunned Guo Shoujing, then at the solemn expression on Zhao Tianyou’s face. He knew that his General Zhao was far too formidable; one must never harbor any thoughts of opportunism, or Zhao Tianyou would surely leave them utterly devastated.

What Gao Lulu had not expected at all was that Xia Qiongqiong would agree to her suggestion so directly.

Everyone looked at Tang Baihu in astonishment, never expecting him to have such magnanimity. However, as they followed his gaze toward Chen Shidao and listened to his sudden shift in tone, their expressions began to grow fascinating once more.

In this moment, he transformed into an ancient Great Demon God! A terrifying, extreme, and pure slaughter, with a distorted scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood reflected behind him.

After the Emperor’s grand wedding, he wasted no time in presiding over the "Beijing Peace Conference," after which he took a group of people and left for a "vacation."