Volume 1, Chapter 43: What, do you think pestering me is enough to win me over?!

Wen Zhi shook her head.

Shen Nianchi merely smiled faintly. His gaze fell in the direction from which Nangong Muqian was approaching, and he said coldly, “Let’s go.”

The two of them then headed toward the car. Wen Zhi watched Shen Nianchi’s back with curiosity. What did he mean by that?

Could he be angry?

What was he angry about?

Hadn’t she already told him about this?

“By the way, I heard that this furnace was formed when an ancient volcano from the Heavenly Court fell into the Northern Dipper. What exactly happened?” Chu Ziheng had finally caught hold of such a living fossil, so naturally he wanted to resolve the confusion that had been troubling him lately.

Ji Chuer had never truly intended to stop her son; she was merely afraid that he would encounter danger. Now that she had heard how resolute he was, she no longer objected. Her husband was already gone. It was time for her son to grow up.

After Xiao Shishui became an Emperor, he swept through many forbidden zones of life, destroyed the Heavens, and forced the Primordial Ancient Mine into seclusion. The Undying Mountain, the Divine Ruins, and the Heavens were all annihilated, reduced to the backyard of the Great Xia Dynasty. The Black Emperor stood at the height of his glory, and no one in the world could rival him.

At that moment, Fei Gupeng was beside himself with humiliation and fury. He turned toward the two security guards who had been standing there motionless ever since entering and shouted angrily. The two men were practically like lampposts. Even after watching him get beaten into such a miserable state, they still had not hurried to intervene and avenge him. It was infuriating.

As he spoke, Bing Mo glanced at Jin Renkang’s wife with interest, then let out a cold laugh.

The entire process had happened so suddenly that even after Liu Mingwei’s head had been severed, no one reacted for quite some time.

Chu Yirou held a back-scrubbing towel and rubbed her skin vigorously. Her fair, delicate skin had turned a tender pink.

There was no need to experience the power of the artillery fire firsthand. Just hearing its dense, raindrop-like roar was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

Xuelian gripped Zhicheng’s shoulder and extended her leg toward the river, kicking up a string of splashes. With only one foot touching the ground, she lost her balance and staggered toward the water. Fortunately, Zhicheng reacted in time and pulled her into his arms. The two of them ended up crouching together on the grass behind them.

Everything would be fine once next month arrived. He would come again then, and by summer she would have graduated as well. Yet the thought of returning home to face those people still filled her with fear. She was no longer Ye Qinghuan, and she did not dare return to the Ye family.

The doctor carefully felt along Jiang Lai’s father’s lower back. When he found an inconspicuous protrusion, he pressed down hard. Jiang Lai’s father was in such pain that sweat poured from his body.

“Why didn’t you leave?” Norma asked in surprise when she heard Sirigan’s furious roar.

In a word: a wealthy nation and a strong people, confident and beyond doubt. The glorious Celestial Han stands supreme, unrivaled beneath heaven. Even immortals and Buddhas cannot shake our foundations.

When the group returned home, the villagers had already prepared the meal. Each table held twelve dishes. It was the custom, regardless of whether the family was rich or poor; all weddings and funerals were arranged in this manner.

Fang Zhengzhi gave Daoxin no further chance to speak. Before she died, Daoxin never managed to tell Yan Xiu the story hidden in her heart.

Having just charged into the baleful clouds above the imperial court, Venerable Ziyang slowed down and glared at Wuxin with deep apprehension, rebuking him sharply.

Guan Lingyu suddenly seemed to be in an excellent mood. Smiling broadly, she left. Mo Nan was completely bewildered and had no idea what had suddenly made her change her mind. Guan Lingyu’s mischievous, unpredictable nature was truly impossible for him to understand.

The informant in the third department had originally been perfectly reliable, yet the moment he handed over the intelligence, he was exposed. What did this prove? Li Bangfan’s trust in Zhang Baipeng was based on the fact that they shared the same bloodline.

After waiting nearly ten minutes, Li Bangfan finally instructed Yin Youhai that he could enter. Zhu Muyun immediately carried the breakfast in and followed him inside. As soon as he entered the office, Zhu Muyun cast a discreet glance at Li Bangfan. His expression was as usual, and it was difficult to detect anything abnormal from the surface.