Chapter 67: Old Photographs
However, as the climate in the northern city gradually grew colder and food resources diminished, the red-crowned cranes would migrate south in large flocks to spend the winter.
Therefore, once winter passed, they might well leave this place.
Yet Jiang Cha did not mind, for after all, the establishment of the nature reserve was intended to allow both humans and animals to thrive together.
With their village situated right beside the rainforest, they were constantly confronted with such circumstances.
As Jiang Cha listened to the female red-crowned crane...
At that moment, Mother returned, announcing that everything on Jun Jue's end had been properly arranged. Before setting off in the morning, the patriarch and his wife had personally led him to pay homage to the ancestors. Furthermore, the matriarch had sent a trusted steward to watch him enter the gates of the tribute examination hall before returning, telling Jun Li she could set her mind completely at ease.
Looking at Penglai, Kong Kongzi felt crystal-clear tears continuously well up in his limpid eyes, sliding down his cheeks without him even blinking once. Following Twelve's approach, even ten-thousand-year-old dark ice would have been warmed by his devotion.
Emperor Yong'an felt distressed in both body and mind. As the sovereign and the ultimate representative of supreme authority in the Great Shun Dynasty, he nevertheless constantly found his intimate desires unfulfilled.
Seeing the bath beans scattered all over the floor and the soap pods crushed under Wu's feet, Madam Sun and Madam Yu felt a pang of heartache so sharp it made them wince.
When departing from the capital, all the upright scholars of the city saw them off beyond the city gates. In that moment, everyone in the imperial entourage shared a profound sense of glory.
However, the video was only ten seconds long after all, leading some to suspect it was merely a stunt—a publicity ploy to boost one's own popularity.
Guang Yu and Zhang Fei were unstoppable, cutting down every enemy in their path! Each leading several hundred cavalrymen, they charged instantly into the city.
Guang Hanhao bit his lip, momentarily at a loss for how to reply. He tried his best to conceal his guilty conscience, raising his eyes to cast a grateful look toward Ling Lan.
Feng Long spurted blood and retreated wildly. Although he was not pierced by the blood spear, he could not withstand many more blows. He looked up at the sky, where four of Feng Yang's clones and a hundred demon fiends were surrounded by hundreds of blood demon spirit kings, churning up wave after wave of blood over the iron city.
By dusk, surrounded by a large contingent of personal guards and core generals, and accompanied by his son Zeng Menggeng, Zuo Liangyu rode his horse to a spot less than ten miles southeast of Zhuxian Town, peering toward the town through a telescope.
"Whether it's true or not, what business is it of yours? You jerk! Why did you have to come today? I'm going to beat you to death!" Having completely lost my sanity by now, I rained blows down on him like merciless, giant hailstones, striking his head and his face.
The items were few: a cheap plastic water bottle costing just a few yuan, a self-purchased English vocabulary quick-memorization booklet, and a few packets of jasmine tea.
Fan Tianhao's single remark made Chen Langya and the other two freeze slightly before they nodded in agreement. Indeed, that must be the case; otherwise, why would anyone with whom they had no grievances try to plot against them? Neither Lingbo nor Chen Langya were troublemakers, which made this matter all the more baffling.
Let alone the fact that she could not produce evidence to prove that the blood-bird's nest and jade pomegranate were the handiwork of the Empress Dowager, even if she did present the proof, what could she do? That was the birth mother of the reigning emperor; what could the Grand Empress Dowager possibly do to her?
As it happened, the man's gaze fell upon her face, and his gentle, water-like optics melted her icy heart once more, making her give up the struggle and stare blankly at him.
Watching Xu Minghui strike a pose of boundless paternal love while spouting official jargon, the hollow and sickeningly sweet words churned my stomach with wave after wave of nausea. I took several deep breaths to keep myself from vomiting.
With a sudden screech of the brakes, Chen Mohan's head was about to hurl forward. At the critical, hair-breadth moment, Luo Jingyang reached out a large hand to shield her forehead, thereby sparing it from the impact.
"Take a look. How is this batch of recruits? Are there any that catch your eye?" Nian Zhenbei gestured toward the soldiers competing in the center of the training ground, his tone lacking somewhat in confidence. The individual combat capability of this year's crop was even inferior to the previous year's, making any breakthrough an arduous task.