Volume One, Chapter 37: Wen Yunmu Is Beaten

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“Fifi, you need to be careful too. If you ever get off work late, have Gao Yuan come pick you up.” Ye Junyao offered a perfectly sensible suggestion, and Gao Yuan was deeply moved.

Sure enough, Bai Xue was sitting on the sofa, wiping away her tears, looking utterly heartbroken. Gao Yuan felt a pang of sorrow. On their wedding night, he had promised Xue’er that he would never let her suffer the slightest grievance for the rest of her life. Yet barely a month after their marriage, something like this had happened. He was consumed by guilt.

But now, after hearing what her son had said, she realized that he was entirely right. Not only had she listened to one side and trusted it blindly, she had even allowed her own family to bully her son.

“Girl, what did you mean by that text?” Li Xiaoyue’s voice was composed and brisk, carrying the unmistakable imprint of her profession.

He seemed to force the words out against a raging storm, while the listener maintained an ominous silence. The face in the picture frame appeared utterly motionless. Pang Tong felt stifled, as though the room were unbearably hot and the air itself had ceased to circulate.

“So you mean that after rescuing her, you turned around and found that she had vanished?” After hearing Zhang Liang’s account, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, unsure how to react.

“Don’t worry. I know him. He’s absolutely safe... Cough, cough... Just let him in. Cough, cough...” Another fit of violent coughing followed.

His spiked wolf-toothed club was a full five feet long and as thick as the mouth of a teacup. From the dull, tearing sound it made as it cleaved through the air, one could tell that it was extraordinarily heavy—at least a hundred pounds. To wield a weapon weighing over a hundred pounds with such ease, the strength in his arms had to exceed a thousand pounds.

Bai Xue’s thoughts were simple: she wanted to go home for the New Year and spend a pleasant winter vacation with her mother. Everyone’s reasoning made sense, and no one knew what the right choice was.

They were given no chance to catch their breath before the second day of the battle in the barren mountains descended upon them.

Qiao Feng knew that He Qizheng was referring to his demand for justice from Xuanci of Shaolin Temple. A fierce battle between himself and Shaolin was bound to follow, so he truly ought to conserve his strength. He nodded and no longer insisted on treating He Qizheng.

Lin Bao was no car enthusiast. As far as luxury cars went, he recognized only Mercedes and BMW, and the emblem was unfamiliar to him. Still, given Cao Zige’s family background, the car was probably quite expensive. The upward-opening doors offered the first clue. Once inside, the refined, high-end interior made its exceptional quality even more apparent.

At that moment, Chu Tianxiao had not yet retired for the night. When he saw the two of them arrive, delight spread across his face, and he hurriedly invited them to sit.

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Gu Yibei nodded at this point, then began worrying about some of his own affairs again.

He could hardly really go and ask why the imperial court had imposed a maritime ban. That would be such an obvious case of asking a question to which he already knew the answer.

Da Butt saw his raised backside and froze. A moment later, the dog’s head began bobbing up and down, following the rhythm of Old Kui’s swaying buttocks.

“Second Brother, what are you trying to do?” Yin Hao could not understand Yin Zhong’s actions either, so he asked aloud.

Jiang Jiu smiled. The effect that kept his emotions oscillating between joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness had yet to wear off, so he kept wanting to laugh for no apparent reason.

Many people seemed to have been stripped of their souls, living like walking corpses in Yangdeng City. In the end, they gave their lives to become the force that drove the city’s transformation.

“I was only joking—just trying to break the awkward atmosphere...” Mo Yang rubbed his nose and spoke with some embarrassment.

The final meeting before the decisive battle at Mount Hyjal ended hastily after the last few issues and plans had been settled. Apart from costing the night elves some face and leaving behind a lingering shadow, the upheaval at the meeting had little effect on the other races in the allied army.

The time had come. The thought suddenly surfaced in Liu Mang’s mind, leaving even him somewhat puzzled. He focused his attention on the flag and the great poison at the summit. Sure enough, something seemed to be happening there. He glanced to the left and saw the sentry racing back, while cavalry spilled through the woods like water seeping from the ground. He looked to the right and found the same scene.

Ye Lingzhi was a descendant of the old revolutionary elite. Although her family had declined considerably after her grandfather’s death, they still retained some basic connections; otherwise, she could never have overcome so many obstacles before.

Yet the beautiful, mature woman seemed not to hear Liu Yihua at all and immediately threw herself at him again. “What’s wrong? Do you think I’ve become a burden and don’t want me anymore?” As she spoke, hot tears slowly welled in the corners of her eyes, making it impossible not to feel reluctant to hurt her.

It was precisely because of the valiant efforts of the Volunteer Air Force that the famous MiG Alley was established above our transportation routes.

“Didn’t you also meet someone in the office whose circumstances were very similar to yours? What happened to him?” Le Qingyun asked again.

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Just as Old Tang was considering whether he should reluctantly abandon his plan to incorporate the arcanite ingot into the new weapon—even if it meant sacrificing some of its advantages and abilities in order to forge the divine weapon first—a clear, resonant voice rang in everyone’s ears.

But how could a leader possibly make a mistake? Naturally, Zhang Jinchi would never admit that this particular error was his own. Therefore, quite logically, he shifted the blame onto Zhang Hui and began berating him.

Although we had not officially registered our marriage, somehow, without realizing it, I had already become a married man with a home of my own.

Xinjiang was a fine place, but not somewhere they could remain for long. Li Yong and Wang Chengde had discussed it thoroughly. Only by leaving could they reduce the risk of their unit being disbanded. It was the only solution left to them.

At that moment, a group of men from the Six Fan Gate was walking down the street when a night watchman approached them, and the two parties passed each other face-to-face.

Five years had passed, and Su Yue felt entirely different from the vague figure in their memories. The Su Yue of the past had never been nearly so overbearing. He seemed to have become swollen with arrogance.

Although he had been looking after Luo Shang here all along, whenever he had the time, he would still go over to see his younger sister.

Just then, tremendous booms erupted behind him—boom, boom-boom! Yang Jun turned his head and saw trees collapsing one after another in the distance, as though some enormous beast had charged into the forest.

But that mighty being, Pangu, had already died from exhaustion. His body crumbled into dust and scattered across the earth. Those who worshiped him believed that the mountains, rivers, forests, and seas of the world had all been formed from Pangu’s flesh. They respectfully named the age in which he had existed the Pangu Era.

“An alliance by marriage? The Gu family?” Jian Fang could scarcely believe that, on such an ill-fated day, a windfall like this had actually fallen from the heavens.

The click-clack of high heels sounded outside the door. Even before their owner entered, the noise made Pang Qingtian’s heart begin pounding for no reason. The familiar sound carried him back to the reckless, headstrong days of his youth.

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