Volume One, Chapter 39: I Believe You
The Ferris wheel rose slowly to its highest point. Lin Xunan gently yet restrainedly drew her into his arms, and the two of them sat quietly on the wheel as it made lap after lap.
In the eyes of everyone in the Thunderflame Mercenary Corps, there was no way Jun Yunqing could be stronger than Thunderstorm, was there?
Huo Sining was completely frantic inside. She wished she could drag Gu Xu out of the Gu household at once so the two of them could find somewhere deserted and discuss a countermeasure.
“The Demon Emperor has no way to stop what has already happened, but I can.” Ross glanced at the storage spirit ring on his hand, then raised his head and spoke with utmost seriousness.
Even if it struck its target, the hunting rifle would inflict only limited damage on the snow leopard. It could neither seriously injure it nor kill it with a single shot.
Yan Yichen nodded. “That would be best.” He then picked up the cup of boiling water from the table and took a sip, glancing toward Bai Chen’an in the pause.
This battle had yielded more money than the confiscation, at the founding of the dynasty, of the former dynasty’s official estates and the properties of the imperial clan and meritorious families, combined with the small amount collected from deed taxes.
Mingzhu could no longer sit still. Tears shimmering in her eyes, she said, “I want to go back and see my mother.” She had been careless. Though she had clearly harbored suspicions, she had remembered that Madam Cui was one of those who lived until the very end and therefore had not paid much attention. She had actually believed it! Fortunately, Madam Cui had continued to hold on. Otherwise, if she had died, Mingzhu might never even have been able to see her face.
The fluctuations of the laws here were far deeper and more abstruse, countless times more formidable and difficult than the spatial rifts in the Land of Divine Fall. They were like mathematical problems from middle or high school that required formulas, theorems, and proofs.
Besieging the city while intercepting reinforcements was the emperor’s guiding strategy, and it happened to coincide with Fu Shan’s own idea. For Great Han, conquering Annam was not difficult. After all, the imperial court had mobilized two to three hundred thousand troops by land and water, and no enemy had ever received such attention from Great Han before.
Sister Ying understood what Hao Xiuying meant. She did not want Su Mi to have anything more to do with the Yan family. With that thought, Sister Ying looked at Hao Xiuying’s profile. Before she had fully understood her meaning, Hao Xiuying’s voice had already reached her ears.
“You know that I used to be a police officer and a doctor. I’ve witnessed autopsies and performed them myself.” Shi Hui spoke with some difficulty.
Su Ying did not believe Yang Xian had come here merely to sightsee. There was only one possibility: in Yang Xian’s heart, his affair with Zhong Buqi mattered more than the war in Yongzhou.
It was not difficult to guess why Xie Xiaofeng, weary of the martial world in those days, had chosen to fake his death rather than simply withdraw from it. At the end of the day, the Third Young Master of the Divine Sword Manor simply could not afford to lose. The higher a person rose, the less capable they became of accepting defeat. The more victories they won, the more they feared losing. Thus, for Xie Xiaofeng to leave the martial world, he could only “die.”
After Zhou Zekai finished his work, he finally arrived at the interview room prepared for Liu Xu. The equipment had already been set up. Later, Liu Xu would need to go back and review the material from today’s interview in order to prepare answers for the program.
Zhao Ye had always been steady and had always paid attention to his bearing. Huan Wu had truly never seen him like this before.
Before long, Liu Pianran arrived on the island as well, her hair slightly disheveled. Seeing that her elder brother had arrived first, she felt greatly reassured. She then followed his earlier instructions and saluted Ye Yan and the other person, who were waiting for her.
He exhaled, then began coughing uncontrollably. The coughing aggravated his wounds, and blood kept spilling from the corner of his lips. The injuries in his abdomen and shoulder began bleeding as well, spreading red across his clothes. Wushuang hurried forward to staunch the bleeding and ease his breathing, but after all that exertion, he fainted once more.
“Strictly speaking, they should be called the blood clan, but there’s nothing wrong with calling them vampires either,” Milatin replied.
“Enough! There’s nothing more for you to do here. You may leave!” Meixiang crossed her arms and cast a glance at the two servants carrying Su Mengyao inside, speaking in an imperious tone.