Volume 1, Chapter 52: Putting on an Act

Yet the moment Kelilan caught sight of Baoqin, she burst into bitter, uncontrollable tears. "It was her! She seized me while I went out in the middle of the night to relieve myself, dragged me away, forced me to drink an abortifacient, and murdered our child..."

As her voice trailed off, the man standing behind her was instantly consumed by rage.

Baoqin’s eyes widened in shock, clearly never expecting such words to come from that little wretch.

When the corpses were carried out of the town for mass cremation, soldiers assigned to the task would often vomit on the spot. The flagstones stained with blood were washed down with water from the Holy River, turning a multi-kilometer stretch of the river into a river of blood.

There was actually an unsaid follow-up to that: However, money can solve ninety-nine percent of the problems in this world.

A bezel-less design has always been the dream of smartphone manufacturers. After all, having that unsightly black border remaining along the edge of a phone screen—how unappealing is that?

Fewer than two or three out of every ten soldiers in the Solomon Allied Forces managed to successfully break through the encirclement in the end, suffering a devastating blow to their vitality in a single battle.

Ahem, whether it was merely a delaying tactic or whether Su Luo's work had caused him to fall as well, only he himself knew.

As for the implication behind Lin Feng's words—that he might be permanently stationed in the United States—Wang Hao was not particularly concerned.

Changle had been holding back all along, refusing to interrupt, yet her anxiety for Li Yin still clearly showed upon her face.

Therefore, Mubai cared not the slightest about any vigilance from internet giants like Penguin. After issuing the update and maintenance announcement, Mubai simply waited.

Sun Yibin, possessing the strongest execution skills, did not hesitate in the least. He hoisted a chair and began smashing it fiercely. Seeing their boss take the lead in demolishing the place, the employees of Lechao Bar excitedly joined in as well. To behave so lawlessly in Prosperity Imperial Court was something they would not have dared even imagine in the past.

A wisp of exceedingly frail vital energy flickered like a breath within Chen Xi's nearly dying body, only to vanish again the next instant.

Yet unexpectedly, the battle's trajectory took a truly unforeseen turn, ultimately still culminating in the unavoidable scenario where Chen Xi had to face three opponents alone.

At that exact moment, a detached, majestic, and aged voice rumbled thunderously from all directions.

"I see. If that is the case, you might as well handle it according precedent! Find a suitable time and let Luo Qin ascend the throne!" Chen Zaixing said with a smile, though inwardly he was beating a drum of apprehension.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask something, a splitting headache suddenly struck him, and a massive torrent of information rushed into his mind. Seconds later, he realized that he had transmigrated.

Lei burst into hearty laughter. "Hehe, then I will have to trouble you, Mentor Karubu." Lei felt amused; after fighting in so many battles, this was the very first time someone had managed to land such a solid blow right on his backside.

Along with the opening of the portal, and after promising Han Fang that he would definitely bring Han Bing back to visit when he had time, Chen Yufan's figure vanished from Han Fang's sight.

Qiu Baocheng glanced at Bao Feiyang. This matter had all along been handled directly between the Linggang Economic Development Zone and the China Agricultural Development Corporation, without the municipal government stepping in. Although Bao Feiyang had reported the situation to him, Qiu Baocheng remained somewhat skeptical of the high compensation standards he had offered.

Chu Mingqiu was stunned. What kind of nonsense was this? Since when had Juanzi become his wife, and why was Shunzi concocting such stories about his own sister? Chu Mingqiu reached out, pinched Shunzi's cheek, and lightly patted it twice.

Gouzi's dodging was entirely passive, devoid of any counterattack, or any counterattack was merely a reflexive reaction born of instinct. His strength and speed fell noticeably short, driven purely by raw survival impulse.

They were all around twenty years of age, each possessing sharp facial contours and distinct features. They were uniformly dressed in black. Upon closer inspection, the embroidery on their garments varied, ranging from gyrfalcons to peacocks, crafted with such exquisite needlework that the skill was by no means inferior to Madam Fu of the Colorful Clouds Embroidery Workshop.