Volume 1 Chapter 52: Braving the Blizzard & Returning to Luosang County!

Two days later, on January 18, 2008, the news announced that the second wave of cold air was advancing from west to east, bringing widespread snowfall.

The water tanks in the neighborhood froze again.

The three sisters, just like before, went out to queue for water. But this time, unexpectedly, the community’s water tanks remained frozen for a long time. What was initially thought to be an occasional water shortage turned into a daily routine of lining up for water for the three sisters.

The television was still on every day.

At present, the market was not yet saturated with various products, so there was no need to engage in price wars that would only lead to mutual destruction; instead, personal connections and favors were more important.

Fortunately, Cang Lan seemed indifferent to the matter, though California Kiyomitsu, who stayed close to his lord, appeared somewhat irritated.

The Sacred Turtle Mother struck with a sword, and within the white light was a magical treasure—a bead split into two sides, one white, the other fiery red.

Li Fu had killed the entire family of Zhang Baidi; how could he not eliminate the root cause? The generous commander was originally from that place and would never be mistaken.

Just as the second round of verbal battles in the imperial court was about to begin, Rong Wen preemptively issued a decree establishing the empress and arranged to marry Jiang Cai.

With a slow turn of the wrist and thumb, the lock springs clicked one after another until, with a final "click," the security door creaked open a crack.

The person at the door, seemingly fearful that something might have happened inside, knocked several times without response, then took out a key, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

The Crown Prince was the heir apparent and represented the emperor himself; regardless of any hesitation, everyone had to rush over hurriedly.

Though Fan Sicong valued talent, Li Jun’s arrogant attitude irked him. He thought it best to temper Li Jun’s sharpness, lest he become too proud. With that in mind, he prepared to take action. As for the useless prince under Li Jun’s command, Fan Sicong simply ignored him.

Perhaps he had harbored a slight hope at the time, believing the situation would not turn out this way.

Lan Wujiang wanted to pat his head but suddenly paused, his hand suspended mid-air as he stared at the steel-needle-like hair, the corners of his lips twitching.

【Not So Much】: Is this livestream a scam? Why is there no activity at all, and the room doesn’t look like the one Lord Li and Lady Li sleep in?

It was a close call, just a narrow miss! Hou Wu and Wu Lao San wept tears of joy, calling out, “Brother!” They all reached out to help him up.

At that moment, the sound of a gentle breeze carried the faint calls of two or three silver sparrows, while dark green bamboo leaves drifted down, carpeting the ground.

Meanwhile, Mu Xueying ran up to Li Shenghui and handed him the item she held.

In a past life, Jiang Dali had witnessed the dazzling display of the Six-Fingered Qin Demon’s successor in the martial world, knowing that the Demonic Qin combined with the Demonic Melody was a formidable divine attack, severing a person’s soul and killing without a trace.

Ma Yong, lying on the ground, looked up following the sound and saw that the visitor was Tan Dawei, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

In truth, Zhao Zhengce most wanted to visit Professor Ouyang to talk with him and his wife, but with two large soldiers accompanying him, he worried Ouyang might misunderstand. Afraid of causing trouble, he ultimately gave up.

“It’s someone I don’t know,” Shu Fang responded from outside, explaining to her mother. “He said... he came to seek our help.”

In contrast, the Black-Skinned Pig Tribe was weaker in combat power but numerous in number. Fifty thousand members were a normal loss that Robert could fully bear.

I gently shifted my body to one side, and Qiu Jiancheng fell heavily to the ground. Until now, he hadn’t even managed to utter a sound of pain before collapsing.

Zhao Zhengce smiled bitterly inside but kept a calm expression. Huang Tiexin’s words implied a somewhat ambiguous relationship between himself and Huang Baozhi, and at this moment, he could not refute anything, which left him quite frustrated.

“Based on the tribe’s situation and background, you are responsible for analyzing and deciding who must be killed and who can be genuinely cooperated with.” With these words, Xisa turned and walked away, ignoring the wailing and desperate pleas behind him.