Volume One, Chapter 43: The Confused Father in the Historical Novel, Part 6

"Thank you, Jiang Ling, for bringing Xiao Wen back and for the hot water." Fu Juan helped Li Wen strip off all his wet clothes.

Seeing the performance of the Angelic Buster, Kael was unwilling to be outdone. He immediately erupted with his full power, awakening directly into a Berserker Dragon Warrior.

Rachel and the others hurried over, crowding around Sousa and chattering with questions. Their joyful appearance drew benevolent smiles from the surrounding tourists; most people hold a sense of reverence for the arrival of new life.

Just as the Stone Giant Blade-master finally managed to break free from the spider webs and, after several attempts, was about to clear away the giant spiders blocking its path, it was regretfully surrounded by a multitude of beasts from the human side.

"Add a few more bags of instant noodles, the kind we had a couple of days ago," Shangguan Wenfei stated her terms with certainty.

"Let's go," Yuan Futong said calmly, looking at Xuan Zhen, who had been rendered somewhat dazed. As he spoke, Xuan Zhen's Nascent Soul suddenly felt a wave of intense heat; a significant portion of his spiritual energy was refined away, and his Primordial Spirit felt an imminent threat.

Shi Zhixuan personally led the charge onto the city walls. Single-handedly, he slew over a hundred enemies, all of whom were the backbone of the army. Wherever he went, the morale of the troops collapsed. Eventually, seeing armored soldiers swarming in and Li Xiaogong leading a group of experts from the city to intercept him, he laughed heartily and led his men in a retreat.

Ye Wuyai snuck a glance at his eldest brother, Ye Wujiang, who remained composed and unruffled. He swallowed hard and pressed his lips together, maintaining his silence.

It was a void, it was composure, it was the serenity of someone in total control. In an instant, there was no longer any confusion or hesitation.

The hotel entrance, which had been bustling just moments before, was left with only Mo Shangqian and Zhou Ziheng. By then, the driver had already pulled the car up.

A-Mu, following behind Chen Letian, did not enjoy the same treatment as Zhou Meili. Because of its large size, Chen Letian was far from wanting to hold it; he found even leading it by a leash to be incredibly burdensome.

I chatted with Li Nan for about ten minutes. At a turn in the road, Li Nan instinctively glanced back, and his brow immediately furrowed.

"It's not just another werewolf, but many werewolves. I believe the howl Mort let out before he died was a signal. It must have attracted some werewolves nearby; perhaps they will launch an attack tonight," Wilson sighed helplessly.

Following the two of them to the restaurant in a ride-hailing car, Ling Shan tossed the driver a hundred-yuan bill, instructing him to park in a concealed spot where they could observe the pair, wait quietly, and not make a sound.

Baekhyun closed his eyes, manipulating streams of warmth within his body to flow from every part of him toward the palm of his right hand. It felt exceptionally comfortable.

The Kuomintang soldiers responsible for defending Chongqing were highly elite, all part of Chiang's personal forces. Within moments, they began their pursuit, and a large number of vehicles were mobilized as well. Knowing they couldn't outrun the Vanguard Army's special operations team, they intended to use the vehicles to chase them down.

Thus, Chongqing fell into increasing chaos, and a movement against dictatorship, tyranny, and brutality, and for democracy and autonomy, erupted throughout the city.

She had no ambition whatsoever. If she wanted to blame someone, she should blame herself for being useless—unable to even hook a man! What was the use of having her?

"Precisely," Liao Wu replied respectfully. He stayed exactly one shoulder's distance behind Wan Chengdong; the fog today was so thick that if he fell even slightly further behind, he would lose sight of the figure in front of him.

Fortunately, as the twelfth lunar month arrived, orders for the recycled boards decreased significantly, and Zhu Zhu lazily stayed at her parents' home. With nothing to do, she calculated all of Wu Haomin's earnings and profits for the year; his bank account had reached a historic high of over half a million.