Volume 1, Chapter 41: My Home is in Guling Village

For Ye Yu and the others, killing those few people was as simple and casual as crushing an ant.

Moreover, Dan'er's relatives were scattered all over the An estate, so she had access to a wide range of news and frequently overheard stray pieces of gossip.

In just the blink of an eye, the moisture in the air was completely drained by Chu Heng, sealing off Chu Chen's only path of retreat.

However, the business was somewhat lucrative after all; they were doing this precisely to save up a nest egg. Yet, there were hardly any young gentlemen on this street who deigned to look at them, which began to make them rather doubt their own charms.

Of course, one could also choose to lie on the ground and play dead, then voluntarily hand over all their belongings, placing them in the open, after which they could leave safely and unharmed.

Rather than calling it clear soup, it was more like dishwater—and the kind used to rinse dishes twice over at that.

What a ruthless cruelty; to powerhouses of their caliber, the lives of the weak seemed even less significant than ants.

Si Sheng naturally knew what his Prince's intentions were toward Song Xinyi. Although Sihuazhen had never spoken of it aloud, having followed his Prince for so long, he naturally understood what was on his mind.

Ye Yu looked at Li Xunhuan's tattered pieces of yellow paper as if he were gazing at sheer garbage.

Just as Ding Hao was consumed with anxiety, Gongsun Bo and Xingye had already hurried back to their temporary quarters in the Nine Cliffs Cave.

Another subordinate dragged a bald, elderly man over and delivered a vicious kick to the man's leg, causing him to collapse to his knees under the unbearable force.

For a Ghost King who had cultivated for over ten thousand years, the greatest treasures were the Yin soul pearls, the myriad demonic beasts that had accidentally wandered into the Void Realm and perished over the millennia, and the personal possessions left behind by deceased cultivators.

Others might easily be deceived by Lola's innocent and pitiful facade, but Griffith certainly was not. In truth, upon meeting her for the first time, he was utterly at a loss for words. Dulcius and Chengku had fought tooth and nail to rescue her, yet look at her—she had the leisure to crouch inside a cage and count gems, living quite a leisurely life indeed.

"Alright, alright, I do not need to hear your excuses. You are now in charge of all troops in the entire city of Anmol. I order you to assemble every single unit and immediately march toward the Pine Oil Town area," commanded the voice on the other end of the phone, leaving no room for argument.

Griffith surmised that Dulcius must have suffered a devastating defeat, which was why they had all retreated into the furnace.

"With the sun shining brightly during the day, that beam of light might not be visible. Let's go and take a look," Wu Dongfang said as he stood up, guiding the copper plate to fly westward with the Prince.

After chatting with him for a little while, with only two minutes remaining before class, judging by his expression, he must have been in desperate need of the restroom.

Yet now, a man far more high-profile than her was taking her out on dates openly and aboveboard, without needing to hide, without baseball caps or dark sunglasses, filling her with a newfound sense of confidence and pride.

"No stealing a sip, or I won't be polite with you!" Wu Dongfang threatened hurriedly upon catching the old man's thieving gaze.

Though she could not see, the sound of laughter seemed to ring clearly in Qu Ran's ears. After all, out in public like this, being carried on Zhong Jian's back, it was bound to invite idle gossip.

The bodyguard acknowledged the order, saying, "I will go prepare the car for you both right now," and promptly walked away.

Out in the courtyard, the Council of Elders had broken up in bitter discord, yet the denizens of the Beast Domain remained entirely oblivious to it all.

Gu Qian had fallen into her current state not only due to family influences, but external factors as well.

"Su Qiaoque, I don't have time to play games with you," Duan Sizhe roared. His present fury matched the gentleness he had once shown her.

He had relied on his own formidable strength to reach this very point, but now... truly, he was beginning to humiliate himself.

The man raised an eyebrow and laughed maniacally. "Of course, rest assured, both my brother and I appreciate delicate flowers. You will get to see your dear friend, Xia Yan, very soon."

At yesterday's party committee meeting, Cao Yafan was assigned the task of establishing a comprehensive base defense system. Utilizing local defense companies, militia squads, and other units, they were tasked with setting up an alarm system, a defense system, a security system, and a reserve system.

Fortunately, the shield absorbed the brunt of the slashing force, leaving Wuyou with only a deep gash on his left arm rather than severing it entirely. Fueled by his extraordinary regenerative abilities, the wound on his left arm healed instantly.

Building upon this, Wuyou wondered if "True Illusion" was also one of his innate talents. Even if it hadn't yet been refined to its absolute essence and integrated, could he perhaps exert a slight degree of control over it?

After enduring a bumpy and arduous journey, Wu Anping finally returned to his home in Xifeng Town, Qingyang, half a month later.

Ye Lei estimated that Germany would attack France in the middle of the year, launching its offensive first through Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg to bypass the impregnable Maginot Line, and then driving straight toward Paris from northeastern France. France would surrender shortly after the onset of the German blitzkrieg, and he recalled something about a massive evacuation as well.

Zhang Liao led those three hundred cavalrymen through Liu Xun's blockade as easily as a sharp knife slicing through tissue paper, leaving behind countless corpses of Cao's soldiers that struck terror into the hearts of the remaining troops.

Observing the unfathomable gazes cast by Tongtian, Zhunti, Amitabha, and even Laozi, a trace of anger flared in Zhang Long's heart. "Impossible!" He instantly realized these four fellows wanted to trade Chang'e for supreme treasures. As a true man, how could he ever accept such a bargain?

Basking under the scorching sun, his enthusiasm for work remained undiminished. He assigned duties to the two doctors and two nurses, who were primarily responsible for receiving the villagers and facilitating communication between the work team and the locals, as many of the elderly residents could not speak Mandarin, inevitably creating a language barrier.