Volume 1, Chapter 23: Bestowing a Token of Affection upon Qiaoqiao

He walked back, his military boots crunching against the ground. He looked coldly at Zhou Cong, "Your appliance store on South Street has been sealed due to illegal wiring."

"If you don't leave now, what awaits you won't just be a closure, but a lawsuit for the damages caused to your neighbors by the fire resulting from that short circuit. I have the money to help those neighbors take you to court."

Zhou Cong’s expression changed instantly. He couldn't fathom how a mere soldier like Fu Juechuan could have such connections in official circles.

"I don't believe you," Zhou Cong said, full of doubt.

"You don't have to," Fu Juechuan said casually.

But Zhou Cong believed him. His shop was already out of stock, and he was only selling...

When Feng Lin returned to Earth, everyone was searching for him, especially Chi Qing, who was so anxious she was in tears.

Rui Yi’s words were meant for the Black Hole. Perhaps they weren't her own, but rather a message from the Photon Era; she was merely their representative, sent to remind the Black Hole, which had reaped endless benefits from the Photon Era, of its place.

Ever since Lin Fan quit his last job last year, every morning spent getting up for work had been a struggle. Now, he regretted being so impulsive at the time.

"What’s going on?" Bi Hong looked at his phone in disbelief. Suddenly, a shocking message had popped up on everyone’s device.

"Very well, ten rounds are concluded. We shall present the final round immediately. Please, everyone, be prepared," the host announced.

A flash of brilliant light appeared, and Sun Wukong immediately materialized before Tang Zeng, holding a deep blue canopy in his hand—it was the Fire-Repelling Cover he had borrowed from the Fire Deity in the Heavenly Court.

"Sir, why must we rush to capture an island? Shouldn't we stay on the mainland and engage those rebel national forces in a proper battle?" A colonel in the Republican Army posed these two questions to his superior, Lieutenant General Dexter, commander of the Menorca Division and leader of the island-seizing operation.

To think she would act like a ruffian in her own world; she now pinned Xin Ruoling beneath her, rubbing her incessantly.

Everyone felt ashamed; indeed, compared to a figure like Apollo, they were far inferior.

He was allotted two pale yellow fruits, both small in size. Compared to the one he had just had snatched from his hand, the two he held now didn't even amount to half of what she had already eaten.

"It's... it's nothing. Let's talk when you get back!" Zhou Xiao said to Xiao Zaichen, refusing to disclose what the matter was.

"Senior Sha, there's no time to lose. Let's wipe out these demon beasts first!" Su Qing’s face darkened, and after wiping the cold sweat from her forehead, she hastily put an end to Sha Tongtian’s rambling.

Yet, that curly-haired man didn't realize he was being shunned. Seeing her ignore him, he leaned in even closer.

"Stop with the sweet talk. Unless I die one day, don't expect me to stop working," Shu Ran stated firmly.

"Hah, compete with you? My girl is right by my side. Anything I want, she can write for me at any time. Compete with you? You should be the one competing with me!" Old Master Xiao glanced at General Huang with disdain.

He thought that it would be wonderful if he could play with Si Yu every day. If Sn and his mother didn't want Jian Siyu, he would have his daddy bring her back to the Ji family, so he could be with her every day.

As the elder brother, Jun Linfeng took the lead, unfolding a painting that depicted Nangong Yumo.

Being watched by so many gazes made Su Qing inexplicably nervous, especially since there were tens of thousands of demon creatures among them. The thought of them surging forward all at once made her scalp tingle.

The customer is God; that is an indisputable truth in business. The waiter could only nod.

The Treasure Bat tribe conducted some grey-market trades with the accompanying merchants at the foot of Mount Tianzhu, and then the group continued on their way.

She intended to ask for more details, but the man appeared extremely anxious at that moment.

Under the repeated assurances of Mike Zhang and Chris Bart, Quentin Nick finally boarded West Caicos Island with trepidation.

The man, who usually looked like a wolf, was now as soft as a feline.

The assassination of James Garfield was still causing unrest. The moment George Dewey heard the news, he went to see Li Mu—not to ask for advice, but simply out of anxiety. In times like these, those with close relationships need to huddle together for warmth; no one knows what they might face next.

"If it were the Qixi Festival of the past, she wouldn't be giving His Highness the cold shoulder like this," Yun Chong said, stepping forward.

I dreamt that He Shen went to a place he didn't like, dreamt that he was covered in blood, dreamt of his burning gaze fixed upon me, and dreamt of him saying he missed me and that he hoped I would be happy.

Eh... why did this garrison soldier pull out his beard? Why did he raise his blade and slash down at him so fiercely?

Spain had been suffering from internal and external troubles during this period: political chaos at home, frequent civil wars, and panic in the overseas colonies, with several already openly declaring their secession from Spanish rule.

The sixth siege had lasted for two days and a night. Countless Xiliang soldiers had fallen beneath the city walls, and the ramparts were stained red with blood. The blades were notched from constant use, and the fallen frontier soldiers were quickly hauled away.

Rayna had been on high alert, his attention entirely focused on Long Shu-te's feet.

Hearing Zhang Xiaofeng utter the words 'three-bit,' the Chaos Silver Dragon and the Flying Tiger were stunned for a moment. They exchanged glances, and then, simultaneously looking toward the Divine Beast Vermilion Bird Ziyan—who was diligently cultivating—they covered their massive muzzles with their front paws and snickered.

Upon hearing Zhunti's telepathic message, Dao Ancestor Hongjun withdrew his focus. He did not act immediately, nor did he utter a word, but stared straight at the trapped Sect Leader, as if trying to see through something.

This was yesterday’s second chapter; it could have been finished and posted by 11:30 at night.

The "Poison Dragon" opened its bloodthirsty maw, spraying a large gust of venom at the group ahead. The three hurriedly split up and retreated. Having missed its mark, the "Poison Dragon" did not linger but brushed past them, continuing its pursuit of Yun Qiang.

Having not closed her eyes for a day and a night, Shen Wei missed her bed more than anything, but her stomach was growling in protest. Fine, she would eat first.