Volume 1, Chapter 36: The child is still young; I fear she might be frightened.

"This song is quite good," Wen Zhi remarked, looking at the performer on stage. "It sounds familiar."

Nangong Muqian smiled slightly. "It's 'Love'."

Hearing him say this, Wen Zhi noticed the sponsor's banner nearby—Hengyuan Group. No wonder the opening act was the song "Love."

"By the way, your gift will be arriving soon," Nangong Muqian leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"What?" Wen Zhi asked.

The smile on Nangong Muqian's lips deepened. "You'll see in a moment!"

The music was deafening, and the audience swayed to the rhythm. Wen Zhi’s attention remained on the singing, oblivious to Nangong Mu beside her...

This feeling was truly wonderful. During middle school, he had been constantly training, and his friends had gradually drifted away. He wondered what they were doing now. Qiu Yang loved this feeling; he was no longer alone.

The initially clear sky suddenly turned murky and oppressive... much like the two of them and their unseen future.

Magic shields flickered, all aimed directly at him. A soul blast whistled toward the other side, and the thugs on that side collapsed. It was the same on the other side. Richard was maintaining his magic shield and hurling fireballs vigorously when suddenly all the thugs fell; he hadn't sensed any magical fluctuations at all.

By the time he reached the main hall, Shi Biao felt more confident, and the anxiety had faded from his face.

Who would emerge victorious would be decided tomorrow: whether the Oirat would break into Juyong Pass and seize the strategic heights before the New Army arrived, or if the New Army would arrive in time to drive the Oirat out of Ming territory.

Thirteen Imperial Palaces, the Mandate of the Nine Realms—what a desperate realization. So, he hadn't used his full strength back then. To have lived in the same era as the White Emperor Luo Chen—how fortunate, yet how unfortunate.

Xiao Xingwan recoiled in terror, scrambling to her feet and curling up into the furthest corner of the bed.

It was like picking up bottles; aside from a sharp eye, timing was even more important. Sometimes, striking after the opponent had made their move was not necessarily a bad choice.

However, at this point, finding the target was difficult, and striking it was even harder; the sword's momentum seemed instinctively suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth.

Handing the remaining half-glass of red wine to Ye Rou, Qin Tianming assumed a very relaxed posture and crooked his finger at her.

Chu Renqing watched his wife fall into Su Tangzheng's hands, losing his composure as he prepared to charge forward.

Zhao Tianyou led the group to the main palace in the inner city. This was the tallest and most magnificent building in the world, with a main hall spacious enough to accommodate thousands of people at once. Even now, a line of blade-wielding warriors in golden armor stood guard on both sides of the gate.

After speaking, Ruo Baiyi returned to her seat, looking at Molisha with a beaming smile. Molisha wore an expression of excitement that even a casual observer could discern.

Molisha had the Lily Greatsword slow down step by step, returning its rotation speed to its original state.

Yang Fei watched the plump and fair Zhang Lifang, sneaking over and wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

However, she would never have guessed that Yang Fei was a powerful entity she could not afford to provoke.

Yang Fei's beatings could make a man with a heart of iron wish for death.

Before Molisha could finish speaking, Kanzaki Yueying leaned down, grabbed Molisha's face, and kissed her with closed eyes.

When Lottiedoll brought over the fish, mutton, beef, and pork, Sophia and Lianlian were revived, eating voraciously. And so, Yilisi [Mo] happily enjoyed a grand feast.

Wang Hao pointed randomly at another player, telling him to investigate, but was stopped by a shout from Fengxing Tianxia.

Huang Tianbao locked the rear cabin door, climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped off toward Qingyuan City.

Concubine Zhao had no choice but to set her sights on Qi Haoning’s marriage. If the future crown princess were someone she could control, perhaps she could turn the situation around. At the very least, planting someone by Qi Haoning’s side—whether as a secondary consort or a concubine—would suffice.

It wasn't just Ran Qin who was stunned; Zhong Kui himself was equally dumbfounded. There was nothing in his arms; he had merely bent them in a pose of holding someone.

"Big brother, is there even a way for us brothers to survive in Nanling anymore?" Fu Sansen clearly hadn't listened, or perhaps he hadn't understood at all; he cried out impatiently.

Impossible. The child had been dead for two days; if the corpse were to reanimate, it would have happened long ago.

That shop really did have a complete variety of glass beads. Shuning helped pick for a while, but noticing that Bian Cai had a better eye for them, she stopped speaking. Chongli and Duanning wandered the shop, bored, until they heard a commotion by the carriage at the door. Chongli frowned and went out to ask what was happening.

The supply convoys from each county trudged through the mud in the drizzling rain, accompanied by shouts, curses, the snapping of whips, and the creaking of axles, surging northward with the momentum of a tidal wave.

To show his resentment, Wu Bin stepped forward and swung his long halberd to block. With a loud clang, their weapons collided, each erupting with the power of their respective arms. Both poured their inner energy into their weapons, determined to decide the victor.

In Zheng Garden, under the cold moonlight, Su Yong set up a recliner in the courtyard, lying back to drink wine, looking quite serene.

However, even though they had now left the Xia household, Xia Ruoxue was still their elder and relative, sharing the same bloodline as their father, Xia Linxuan. There was no reason not to receive her respectfully when she came from the capital to pay respects to her parents; it was basic etiquette.

"What, are the 'Dream Lover' and the 'Minion' unable to hold out?" Zorro asked hurriedly.

They had just been wondering where to ambush the shipment, never expecting the target to drive into a dead end, making them feel as if Heaven itself were helping them.

At this moment, the engineering technicians in each cabin, having finished their checks and finding no issues, reported through the intercom: "Captain, the power system equipment cabin is operating normally!"

"But Senior Brother, for five years the Shura Sect has been eradicating evil and promoting good; they have never done anything wrong. The imperial court is treating human life like grass," Zhong Qing argued.

This was a battlefield of life and death. Zorro did not know what kind of long-winded speech his mortal enemy intended to make, while Atac was busy contemplating how to express his respect for his opponent.

"Lei Li has already reached the War God realm!" Cang Ye was astonished; after all, Lei Li was his own student, and he knew exactly what realm Lei Li had been at previously.

"Can you stop making me worry?" Shang Mengqi's tone was very gentle; she knew she couldn't persuade him now.

Her meaning was clear; even a fool could understand what she was implying. Rolling her eyes internally, she thought: *Your Majesty, just give up on that idea.*

Then, these squadron leaders used their own ships to intentionally collide with the medium-range missiles approaching from afar.

With the death of the Wolf Saint, the temple began to tremble slightly, and then a terrifying aura surged upward.

Su Lian, however, remained calm and composed, like a gentle breeze on a hillside. He couldn't help but find it amusing: *This person must have poor eyesight; didn't he see me holding hands with Qianyin?*

The sixteen-year-old boy had just passed through puberty, his voice currently caught between that of a man and a boy.