Chapter 52: Manman, Take It Easy

Jiang Ning parted her ruby lips delicately, her gaze fixed on the man’s dark, narrow eyes. “Then tell me, what is his true nature like?”

Fu Shi lifted his arm to pour himself a cup of tea.

“Has Pei Heng ever spoken to you about his past?”

After a moment’s thought, Jiang Ning whispered softly:...

The pitiful war criminal Churchill, detained in Berlin awaiting trial, was soon to be used by many governments as a symbol marking the end of the war.

“Huo Yi, Hero Huo, my brother, my elder, even my uncle—all have died by your hand. I bear you no grudge. Why must you utterly annihilate me?” Chen Huang suddenly broke down, trembling and begging for mercy.

The leftover tobacco scraps from producing Flying Fish cigarettes were mixed with fillers to create the inferior "Qingyang" brand cigarettes, which were then given as rewards to labor camp prisoners in the construction corps.

Faced with such terrifying power, like the end of the world, ordinary residents of the fourth dimension cowered on the ground, too frightened to move.

“Is this the peach that ripens once every nine thousand years? Even the Earth God has never seen a three-thousand-year peach; yet we are to eat this nine-thousand-year fruit?” Wang Xizhi exclaimed in shock.

“What exactly is going on?” I asked, unease gnawing at my heart. This feeling was even more distressing than battling the Wind Demon Worm.

In the blink of an eye, the ginseng fruit tree, once a withered log, began to sprout buds, branch out, and leaf.

“You bastard! Where exactly did you come from?” he shouted, then suddenly charged forward, attempting to take Tang Yi down.

Lano’s body slowly retreated; regaining memory did not mean the memories of contact with Feng Lin vanished.

“Hold on. You killed the old emperor of Chen—do you think you can just walk away?” As Huo Yi stepped out of the palace to leave, a young voice sounded behind him.

Consort Tong had just awakened, washed, and eaten breakfast when Yulan entered in a fury.

But for Zhou Li, this was crucial—not for lacking the ability to build a large celestial computer, but for lacking the advanced logical models for such top-tier machines.

Moving her palm, Ye Li smiled faintly, just as she was about to withdraw her hand and casually say, “Is this really a wound?” Siyi’s hand slid along her wrist and reversed to grasp the one attempting to slip away.

Zhou Li had already hollowed out the basement of his laboratory and was assembling his first-generation spaceship there.

“Ah, I admit defeat. Don’t cry later,” Yongzheng said, his eyes burning as he looked at An Lingrong.

Everyone treated her like a thief, investing millions to monitor her on set. Their gazes were like those cast on a fox spirit. And yet, she dared to hold Qi Si’s hand?

The girl seemed tongue-tied, wanting to rush to the washroom to do laundry but feeling it would be impolite to leave abruptly, so she stood frozen.

“Are you using a bamboo sieve to catch sparrows?” Jiang An’an’s eyes sparkled as she hurriedly helped Duo Bao to dust off his clothes.

For the first time, Song Yuan felt afraid. He swallowed hard, his mind filled with the image of that half-kneeling corpse.

Qi Si didn’t care about others’ gazes. Smiling at the corner of his mouth, he held his phone, replying brightly as he approached the elevator and pressed the down button.

Including Colin and the thousand trapped soul masters, none were exceptions. As long as they maintained stable spiritual power, no problems would arise, and this was easy to achieve. Thus, their cultivation was unhindered.

An Tianyou tried to push him away, but Li Zhichen only held him tighter, as if wanting to meld him into his own body. The gentle kiss gradually turned utterly possessive. An Tianyou felt the oxygen in his lungs vanish bit by bit, his head dizzy, his face flushed crimson from lack of air.