Volume One, Chapter 32: No Need for Formalities

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The night at Moon Glow Palace was exceptionally quiet. Lin Ling could not hear the chirping of insects or the calls of birds outside, only the frantic thumping of her own heart.
A shadow stretched all the way to Lin Ling's feet. She offered a faint smile, then lit the firewood, illuminating the figure behind her.
"Go on! Go see your children; there’s nothing here for you to do!" Princess Jing watched her daughter, whose hands were covered in dough and face smeared with white flour. Though her tone was laced with mock annoyance, she reached out with a handkerchief to gently wipe the flour away.
And so, time and again, Lance—that great Grandmaster—remained a mere "Black Iron" rank hunter. Conversely, the rank of his hunting party, the Round Table Knights, soared meteorically, turning them into a living legend.
Countless sprays of blood erupted from Xie Yu’s body. With a miserable shriek, he collapsed heavily to the ground, sliding until he came to a stop right in front of Lin Xue.
As the last marquisate in the world to be crushed by the iron hooves of the Great Zheng Dynasty, East Shu suffered the most devastating casualties and the fiercest fighting. Even the fall of the Taixi Kingdom had not been this magnificent and tragic.
With the four of them pushing and refusing the dumplings, Yu Hai finally emerged with his bowl. Seeing the scene, he felt both heartache and warmth. In the end, he took charge, dividing the second family's share of dumplings equally: eight for each child, and ten for himself and his wife.
Even the renowned veteran generals of the Great Zheng Dynasty were surprised that Cao Qing had managed to escape the pursuit of tens of thousands from the Jiutu tribe, and had even slain more of the enemy in the process—he was truly a ferocious warrior.
"No need for that. You two come together; I’m in a hurry!" Lance extended his finger and beckoned them forward.
Wang Yi’s expression shifted, seemingly caught off guard by Liu Miyu’s directness. With a cold snort, he turned and walked away, leaving Liu Miyu alone, sitting cross-legged on a block of bluestone.
How could this be? Gong Qianzhu was deeply puzzled. Never before had he encountered a situation where memories could not be retrieved. What had gone wrong this time?
But before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sudden, eerie sound.
Li Yi sighed and continued, "That day, the three of us arrived in Chang'an and pawned some treasures, feeling quite pleased with ourselves."

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Jing Wei brandished her precious sword. Seeing Xiang Liu and Fu You attempting to ambush Qiu Ming, she struck with a light blow, causing Xiang Liu to retreat in defeat, a long gash left upon his body.
Upon hearing Melinda’s words, the metallic orb atop the silver-white doll began to rotate slowly, emitting this very voice.
Twelve days. The twelve days he had been absent had ultimately thinned the bond between us.
"Are you playing games with us? If you take us to retrieve it, wouldn't our faces be exposed?" the leader of the men asked, patting his own face.
Hearing Jiang Ciyun’s voice, my tension suddenly evaporated. The moment the door opened, Jiang Ciyun collapsed heavily forward.
The most important thing now is to decipher the inscriptions on the stone wall; this is likely the only clue to escaping the cave.
Besides the steamed bun shop, this street was filled with bakeries, sugar figure vendors, and stores selling snacks and sundries. He was a bridegroom-to-be; why would he return here?
Gao Shuai scrambled to his feet, busy pulling out chairs and pouring tea, his enthusiasm boundless and his smile radiant.
As Ou Lan scrolled through her phone, Zhan Moxia held her gently, stroking her hair with a tenderness that seemed as if it could melt into water.
I had assumed someone could finally keep Zhang Kui in check, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction, hoping he wouldn't bring trouble upon himself again.
"Heh, so you mean Senior Yun suspects I am not a member of the Rogue Alliance?" Fang Heng chuckled.
"By what right? This is our room," Zhang Nianwei said, though her tone lacked the arrogance she had shown toward Yang Sisi just moments before. No matter how ignorant she was, she knew that no one on this ship was someone she could afford to offend.
"I have business today. I’ll come find you to play next time." As he spoke, the man walked up to Shi Yu'er and kissed her brow.

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Bai Mingyuan frowned deeply. Was it true, as Xia Wanning had said, that he was simply unsuited for cooking?
Liu Nanrong spent more than half of each month staying in the courtyard of Yue Zhiyao. Whenever he traveled, he brought this Lady Yue with him more often than he did his own sect mistress.
With his shamanic power crippled, even the finest medicinal herbs could not help Juyi channel their healing essence.
Yun Jing looked at him sleeping soundly on the bed, let out a hot breath, and wiped the sweat from her brow. Finally, she had managed to handle him.
Yu Qingqing could no longer distinguish her feelings; all she could do was constantly warn herself not to get entangled with Jiang Zi-xi again.
Appendix: Dark Cavalry—undead horsemen from the Nest of Death. These elite knights were once warriors of the human empire, but when the Night Spirits invaded, the endless plague turned these brave men into puppets, becoming the elite cavalry of the Death Blade undead legion.
"You sleep on the inside." Qi Hui walked to the bed and shook out the quilt. Xiang Xiang was left in only a thin undergarment; she clutched her chest with one hand and nimbly slid inside.
The image of Dakelei’s gaze toward Rong Xi kept surfacing in her mind, as did the downcast eyes of Leng Yiwei.
It is worth noting that Lin Ruoxi’s Ferrari was fitted with tinted glass and a white reflective film, which meant that while we could see out from the inside, those on the outside could not see in.