Chapter 37: Usurping the Han (9)

Yet, in the end, as Nie Caiyue grew up and became capable of protecting herself, Madam Nie suddenly felt a strange, hollow sense of loss.

"Why? Have you forgotten their cold indifference when they rejected us back then?!" Arlie Kusner asked, looking utterly perplexed.

Hearing this, the others felt there was logic in his words. One by one, they followed suit, churning the water around them until it became murky, then leaned over, reaching into the stream to grope blindly.

He knew perfectly well that charging into such intense sunlight was an act of suicide, but he did not give it much thought. The pressure of recent times had driven him to the brink of madness, stripping away his ability to think rationally. The only remaining thought in his mind was to charge—to charge and perish alongside the Germans.

War presented its most spectacular and dazzling scene before everyone’s eyes. The shrill whistle of aircraft passing overhead would forever echo in the ears of every pilot who participated in this dogfight. Their memories would be permanently branded with this aerial duel for the future, a vivid image that would never fade.

Everything was within his divine consciousness; everything was gradually changing and taking shape. He had contemplated every edge and every detail of the glove thousands of times.

The man’s eyes seemed capable of peering into the souls of others. When meeting his gaze, one felt nothing but pain and fear in their mind.

Lin Feng frowned slightly. He had intended to target that bald man, but since Senior Sister Rufei had spoken so firmly, he knew there was no hope.

Yet, possessing a personality that refused to give up until his goal was reached, he finally asked after struggling to restrain himself for a long while.

Duan Yu cast a worried glance at Liu Rong’s sinister expression, shaking his head and refusing to leave.

Her face pressed against his clothes, and the heavy, damp chill seeped through—it was soaking wet, accompanied by the pungent scent of gunpowder and the smell of blood.

Just as the TGA awards concluded in the country, and with games like DNF reaping profits and professional tournaments being held, the first batch of Tianhe Network employees headed for Los Angeles had already set out.

They only knew that Mu Rongzheng was a military prodigy highly valued by the Commander-in-Chief, never suspecting that he was actually the fourth son of the Pei family, operating in the military under an alias.

Lin Shuyue was petrified on the spot. Her initially soft complexion shifted from red to purple, then to blue, coloring her face like a palette in a dye house.

Commander Gu was now in his twilight years, and his subordinates were all craven cowards. Looking left and right, he had no choice but to send Zeng Guangzhao.

For Yao Fuxin, this request was incredibly tempting. He had confirmed that the medicine his son Jiang Nan was taking was indeed original imported stock and extremely difficult to obtain. At present, it was priceless—even with money, without the right connections, one could not acquire it; it was unavailable domestically and impossible to buy abroad.

No matter how busy he was, Han Zechen was impatient to see his sister. It turned out he still had family; apart from his aunt and uncle’s family, Bai Leshang was the person closest to him.

Even if a man possesses a great career, if it cannot be passed down properly, it is still but a passing cloud.

"Yingxue, are you alright? Come, let’s go to the bed and rest." To think she had been frightened to such an extent; he truly regretted not putting more force into that kick earlier.

"Are you drinking yourself into a stupor?" Leng Jue frowned. He had assumed Ouyang Lan had only had a little to drink, but he hadn't expected it to be this much—it was clearly more than a single day's worth.

"Lv, is there any new information from Mount Wucang? They’ve been searching for so long, is there really no news of him?" Bai Ruozhu asked.

The more Chen Xin looked at her husband, the more satisfied she felt. He had a great build and was handsome, though he didn't pay much attention to his appearance. If he were to dress up properly, he would surely be a stylish heartthrob, which would certainly add to his appeal.

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience below erupted in an uproar. He An, Huangfu Zhi, and the others, who had been preparing to bid, instantly lost their momentum.

The wind outside the house blew against her face; she was familiar with this scent, which carried the essence of the sea. The sun was half-hidden behind the clouds, and the horizon, having lost its golden light, appeared somewhat pale, though the rays remained blinding.

After the battle ended, everyone quickly cleared the battlefield. The two snow trolls didn't drop anything particularly good, though it was slightly better than before, yielding a few blue-tier materials. Fan Jiu and Da Xiong split them, while "Nai Shui Gao Ji" seethed with resentment on the side.

It happened in an instant. A speeding car cut them off, forcing them to a halt. Before Aya could even react, she and Zhang Ziming were swiftly dragged into the vehicle by the men who had jumped out.

Seeing a pair of lilies, Chen Mo felt a strange sensation, as if something were crawling on his scalp, but he continued to watch the two of them, hoping to overhear some secret information.

"So, how is his soap factory actually doing? Has your bank conducted an investigation?" Xu Lang asked again.

"Fourth Brother, look, Li Bin is bullying me again." Qi Min was helpless against Li Bin. No matter how Li Bin teased her, she could never bring herself to lose her temper or get angry at him.

Although Di Shitian was surprised by Chen Mo’s lightness skill, he had not calculated that Chen Mo had swallowed ninety percent of the Dragon Essence, nor did he know how immense the true power within the essence was. Had he understood, he—a man who treasured his life above all else—would have surely turned and fled.

Yet, they had no other choice. If they did not join forces with Sun Quan, they would only be at the mercy of Sun Ce.

"The effect rendering you designed is quite good, but I wonder what it will look like once the construction is finished," Wu Yun added, speaking more formally.

"People can lie, but objects cannot." I took out the master key from my pocket. It had originally belonged to Detective No. 3, and I had secretly taken it after the Death Game ended.

Spells, Taoist arts, swordsmanship, artifact refinement... all kinds of exams followed one after another. After all the tests were finished, even Xiao Xiao, who had experienced countless assessments, could not help but feel mentally exhausted.

As for the death of Wei Beihui, it occurred after a fair duel when he accidentally fell from the Dragon Gate; it was not Xiao Qiushui’s intention to kill him. After Xiao Qiushui finished speaking, he closed his eyes, leaving himself to be judged by Xiao Xiaotian. Moved by Xiao Qiushui’s character, Xiao Xiaotian cast aside all past grievances, and Xiao Qiushui departed freely.