Volume One, Chapter 50: The Sudden Reversal

To resist this feeling, he imposed even harsher military laws, but the result seemed only to produce more deserters. What was going on? Had these men ceased to fear death? He was utterly baffled.

Just as the old women dragged her out into the courtyard, they heard Qing Yu’s piercing, agonized screams. Only then did they realize the faint metallic scent that had lingered earlier. The keen-eyed ones glanced down under the pale moonlight and saw a trail of red liquid flowing from inside the house right to their feet.

“Not bad at all. Xu Qiang’s medicine works well. I’d say, had he not been a secret agent, he’d have made a competent military doctor,” Wang Xiong said as he held the punching bag still and responded to me.

“You haven’t done anything wrong! Are you trying to drive me crazy?” Father Ni shouted angrily at Ni Anjie, his face flushed with rage.

“Some things aren’t as you see them. I don’t even know where to begin,” I said with a bitter smile.

“I understand. Those imprisoned Japanese warriors have already been persuaded by me. Also, I’ve taken some precautions. Whether or not I become the president of the Inagawa Society, as long as I have the capability, I will do everything in my power to serve Brother Gao,” Kitano Hiromura said passionately, revealing his true feelings.

“Do you mean they intend to burn Bella alive?” Taylor released Qili, anxiously grabbing Gordon by the collar to ask.

As if understanding his words, Tongtong softly meowed and then jumped onto her lap, sitting there as if she were the true, exalted master.

The Cathedral and the Dark Temple have long been rivals. Although everyone had just entered a new map and the landscape had dramatically shifted, the deeply ingrained enmity between them could not be changed overnight.

Upon hearing a cold laugh, Ni Yexin’s hairs stood on end. Grabbing her popcorn, she jumped up, almost stepping on the corn beside her.

These two were disciples of the Sparrow Temple’s Zigzag generation—Yin Zhiya and Luo Zhitang. Their names suited them perfectly: one elegant and refined, the other radiant as peach blossoms. It was Yin Zhiya who spoke.

Turning back, I saw Xue Yingying’s name light up on the screen. Frowning, hesitating for a moment, I still picked up and answered.

Hua Jizu’s slap was merely for show to impress Hua Shanmin, so it wasn’t hard. The loud sound was terrifying, but it didn’t hurt at all. However, the grand scene scared Hua Xiongcai so much he cried out, clutching his head.

“Work during the day from now on. You don’t need to accompany me; I’ll stay right here,” Lian Cheng said as he held Jiang Chen, dressed in soft pajamas, close. Jiang Chen could hear the young man’s heartbeat, pounding in his ears and upon his heart, beat after beat.

The Old Hua family had once again become a laughingstock for the Hua Qingyan family. Every time Hu Qing and Yu Jiamin recalled the expressions of those who learned Hua Qingyan had paid the medical fees, they couldn’t help but laugh for a while.

“Punish you? Why didn’t you call me husband?” Xiao Yiqin’s eyes shimmered with affection, increasingly eager to savor her presence.

Overall, everything here seemed to defy the laws of the outside world, yet it followed a certain unique order. All existed under a single food chain, which looped perfectly into a closed cycle.

“So far, I’m still thinking—you’d better hope I come up with a solution before they arrive, or else we’ll be in danger again,” Fan Chen shrugged irresponsibly.

Yet Long Wanyu could only smile bitterly, indifferent to the sword hanging at his neck. His helpless expression made it seem as if his heart had already died.

Spring Peach had once dreamed of leaving the palace to marry into a good family. But no matter how wonderful the outside was, it could not compare to the palace, where dragons and phoenixes were carved in splendor and wealth was extraordinary—the palace’s grandeur was unmatched.

Besides, my dantian returned to normal only because of him. I hated him deeply. How could I ever be on good terms with him, let alone spare him?

Chen Hao reviewed some videos and found many disciplinary violations involving alcohol. Indeed, these videos had far better view counts than others, even reaching the top of the charts through clicks.

Zheng Yuan hadn’t reacted before feeling a blow to the back of his head. His mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.

Now, she need not worry about money. On the day she returned from Dingyuan Mansion, the medical fees from the Protector Duke’s residence were already delivered.

Xiao Qingwu coveted the invitation himself, flattering Princess Anran to finally get a ticket.

In the glass conservatory, the sunlight was just right, flowers bloomed in profusion, and various rare birds sang melodiously, their voices winding like streams alongside the rocky waterfall.

It was hard to imagine that those slender, not-so-strong arms could inflict damage even elves would find difficult to resist, relying on sheer force alone.

The village at night was quiet. Farmers naturally went to bed early, usually sleeping right after dinner. By now, the village had long since drifted into dreams.

Meng Junyao was amused. Couldn’t this straightforward sailor realize he could just buy another box?

Night was silent, the wind stirring. It was an ordinary night, yet everywhere seemed imbued with an unusual aura.