36 Oh no, this is bad.

If the previous paintings could be described as lifelike, then what words could possibly capture this new masterpiece by the talented Chu?

Her hair remained as dark and lustrous as ever. Today, however, she clearly couldn't be bothered to style it, so instead of a ponytail, she let it fall freely down her back. Its ribbon-like sheen made her tresses appear even softer and more supple.

Originally, the best restaurant in Nanjing was the Qinhuai Restaurant, but ever since the Tianranju Restaurant landed and established itself, the Qinhuai had been forced into second place.

Fester was no stranger to Townsend, but that was no reason for him to be disrespectful, as their status was equal. Moreover, the nature of this collaboration was extraordinary—it was essentially the formation of a gang—and the participants could not be too cautious.

"Mmph, mmph, mmph~" Li Yifan struggled to open his eyes and look around. Injuries to one eye and his temple partially obstructed his vision, but he could see that he was in an abandoned classroom, thick with dust and littered with discarded desks and chairs.

They returned home without incident. On the way, Hughes remained silent, and neither Marcia nor Townsend knew what to say.

The soldiers under Huang Zhong’s command, however, were largely unaffected. As they moved along on horseback, they simply had to thrust or slash with their weapons whenever they reached the enemy; the Hanzhong soldiers, whose movements had already grown sluggish, were unable to dodge.

Livelihood represents the human right to life and survival, which are the most fundamental rights; civil rights, on the other hand, are broader, encompassing things like the right to earn a wage or the right to receive an education.

"Brother Nian, we’ll do as you say." Huang Mao and Guang Tou made a call. A few minutes later, Zhu Nong monitored the situation at Zhujiazhuang again and confirmed that the group had boarded a van and left.

"Alright, enough sighing. Get ready to meet the Chairman." Huang Doudou actually felt the same way. Although she had interned at a police station for a while, the conditions at the grassroots level were limited, and her exposure had been restricted to Dongshan Town; city life was indeed full of powerful temptations.

"Fine, no problem, it's a deal!" Without a moment's hesitation, Jiang Yuxuan agreed directly.

The gates of Winterfell remained as open to the Night’s Watch as ever. With more than half of the attendants and guards having returned, the place was busy and crowded inside and out. Upon reaching the main keep, Aemon did not seek out the lord of the castle directly; instead, he found a sheltered spot to wait and asked a guard to announce his arrival.

Aemon was stunned. He looked down to re-examine the sword in his hand but could see nothing unusual—after all, this was only the second Valyrian steel blade he had ever seen.

It had truly made Guo Yongqiang break into a cold sweat; if it weren't for the Wolf Warriors patrolling everywhere, there was no telling what kind of chaos might have broken out with only the men he had on hand.

After instructing Ah Kun, a "newly recruited" office employee, to keep watch in the outer room, Aemon invited his guests into the inner chamber for a detailed discussion. Once the introductions and explanations were complete, both men bought one hundred gold dragons as a gesture of goodwill. With the signing and stamping finished and a few more polite exchanges, the man of the Night’s Watch saw them off.

I certainly didn't want anyone else to know about this, but Bai Chenxi was no outsider; if I didn't tell her the truth, she might not help me. After hesitating, I said I would see how things went.

Unsure of how the situation would develop, Yu Chuxuan could only stare back at him in silence. Finally, perhaps out of a guilty conscience, he was the one to break the quiet.

"Just now, they were beating an old man. We saw that the old man was in a pitiful state and stepped in to stop them, but who would have thought they would try to act inappropriately toward me? My companion only fought them to protect me," Jiang Yuxuan said pitifully to the young police officer.

Among them were many mid-to-low-level leaders of the Xiao clan—what could be called the Northern Xiao. The Southern Xiao, meanwhile, were led by Xiao Qiang. As for what had become of those people now, there was no way to know.

Everyone admired Lin Feng, for no matter what he ate or how much of it, he never seemed to reach a point where he couldn't take another bite.

However, although Feng Qianli wasn't certain if she would truly be happy about his arrival, he was sure of one thing: she would be surprised. She would never have expected him to come looking for her.

"Damn it, I told you this girl had a violent heart..." Regnar dodged clumsily, narrowly avoiding the tragic fate of having his face smashed in by a table.

There was nothing to be nervous about. Wang Hao didn't even need a disguise; relying on his superior agility and speed, he easily infiltrated the division headquarters. Although the Japanese soldiers' defenses were tight, they were only mortal, and there was no way they could catch his trail.

Therefore, Ye Feng had to cultivate diligently and strive with all his might to grow stronger, if only so that one day the Ziyan clan could hold their heads high with pride.

Feng Qianli looked down at Liu'er lying on the bed. The more he looked, the more familiar and affectionate he felt; if he were to have a son in the future, he would likely be just like this.

The noodle shop was only nine feet wide, with tables on either side taking up three feet each, leaving only a three-foot-wide path in the middle.

"No, no, no... Brother-in-law, you misunderstood me! I wasn't eavesdropping! Really, you have to believe me, Brother-in-law!" Su Mi said, his face full of smiles.

Daoist Tie Yun flicked his wrist, and his long sword danced into a web of light. One could hear the incessant "clinking" and "clanging" as sparks flew; in an instant, dozens of hidden weapons had been deflected in every direction.

Jiers and Mait were shocked, and immediately accepted the order: "Yes, Clan Leader!" The Ziyan tribe had lacked strength before, but now that everyone had been baptized by the blood sacrifice, they were powerful. They had waited for this moment for a long time; finally, they could hold their heads high.

Sun Changning looked at the outstretched hand, suddenly raised his fingers, and clasped palms with Sixth Master.

He seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes slowly closing as if he were falling asleep, yet the entire Caspa Forest began to stir.