Volume 1, Chapter 33: Hooked Up?

Prince Timur received word from the Shanhai Pass military intelligence agency that the pass remained firmly under the control of the imperial garrison, and that Commander Wu Sangui had just defeated the rebel forces of Tang Tong and Bai Guang'en beneath the walls. "Bring them in," Prince Timur commanded from his seat of authority, his generals arrayed on either side.

In the eyes of his opponent, Qi Jue caught a glimpse of an expression entirely inconsistent with the cruel nature of the undead. "If that is truly the case, then perhaps it is possible," Qi Jue said, "but I do not yet possess the ability to do so, for the impression you undead have left upon me is far too poor."

Although Ye Feng had returned to Yuxuan City, he had long prepared himself mentally to face Zhu Tingting, his former lover.

However, all of this seemed to be within Feng Si's control. He raised his right hand unhurriedly, and as he did, the giant demonic hand that had remained motionless until then suddenly stirred. Following the movement of Feng Si's hand, the massive limb clenched into a fist and struck out.

Seeing Qin Bin’s skeptical look, Li Tao proceeded to share a story about twins. Such gossip was his specialty; back when that scoundrel He Wei was around, his own talents had been completely overshadowed, but now that He Wei was gone, he was undoubtedly the most salacious member of the entire academy's security team.

Human beings are such that their explosive power when seeing a glimmer of hope is never as fierce as that "final, desperate strike" launched in the face of despair.

In truth, neither the sword radiance of Ye Feng nor the blade aura of Ye Meng could have possessed such terrifying power on their own; it was only the collision and convergence of the two that produced this incredible result.

As the tornado was shattered, Xiao Luo’s expression changed abruptly, his brows furrowing at that very moment.

From Shangguan Xue'er’s irrational tantrum to Tang Jie boarding a taxi, and finally to Shangguan Xue'er heading straight for Chinatown to enter the base of the extremist organization.

Even knowing all this, Luo Tianhuan and his team had to press forward. Time was not on their side; no one knew how long it would take for the third-generation mech to be completed, nor could anyone predict when the volatile existence known as Asura would breach the base's defenses.

"Second Uncle." Cao Zhen was held in the arms of the eccentric Old Man Ding, her hand still gripping Ah Sheng’s sleeve. Due to the jolting of the ox cart, her grip kept slipping, forcing her to tighten it again and again.

Emperor Yuancheng felt his fury rise at Jun Mo’s mockery. He cursed him for being ungrateful and detested how he relied on his power to hold the throne in contempt, but he knew this was not the time for a confrontation.

Currently, Chu Chu was facing an invitation from the leader of the top-ranked society in the inner courtyard of the Ethereal Academy, a group backed by the Song family, the second most prominent among the first-tier noble clans. The offer—a position as deputy leader and five guaranteed spots—was so tempting that her impulse was understandable.

One of the teammates held the scores from the previous groups. They were the ninth to perform, and with five groups to be eliminated out of eleven, as long as their score was higher than any five of the preceding groups, they would advance to the finals.

He did not ask the soul-searching question of "Why must we boil the salt ourselves?", which was exactly what made him more competent than the other children.

Gu Jinxue sat quietly on the sofa, watching the person bound tightly to the chair, and waved her hand.

"Wait for me... Alice..." Luo Tianhuan glanced at the sleeping Alice in the cryogenic chamber. He had no antidote for the GRT virus in his hands, so he had to see if Lin Chen had any ideas. Alice was not infected with the progenitor virus, and since the infection time had not been long, it meant she could still be saved.

Seizing this opportunity, Wu Yue merged with his sword, transforming into a blue streak of light that surged forward. Before the ice dragon could close its ranks, he had already pierced through the cold current and shot directly toward Cang Du.

"Haha, well, there’s no point in us going back and forth with thanks. We’ve been through thick and thin together, so as I am a few years your senior, I shall be bold enough today to claim you as my younger brother."

And what of the Grand Princess? Now that she was married, she was expected to serve her husband, yet her husband did not value her in the slightest; her future would only be filled with bitterness.

Yes, it was "Zhaodi" (Bring-a-Brother). The couple had been married for over a decade without children, but that did not mean they did not want them, nor that it was entirely impossible.

"You, you are usually so clever and quick-witted; why is it that your mind fails you the moment money is involved?"

Tu Qingqing had compiled a dictionary based on the Chinese dictionary, summarizing the human language she had learned over the past few days. Using the method of spiritual transmission, she passed the entire thing to Jiang Chengyu at once.

As for her old friends outside that circle, most had fixed working hours and fixed rest times. Actors, however, had no such thing as holidays; after filming, they might take a long break, making it difficult to coordinate schedules. Slowly, they drifted apart.

"Xiu-xiu, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Shen Yunxiu’s distress was so obvious that even Meng Jue, who rarely paid her any attention, noticed it.

Flipping through her contact list, Liu Yue realized she couldn’t find a single person to talk to; her contacts were almost entirely clients, nothing but clients.