Volume 1, Chapter 38: Junior Brother, Please Help Me!

If not for her entire essence and spirit being constrained by the True Yin Lock of Mandarin Ducks, Li Yueyao would have rolled her eyes at Ye Feng with enough intensity to kill him. If given the chance to live, who would choose to die?

Yet, Ye Feng did not stop his questioning. "If you want to live, nod your head, and I will save you. However, after I bring you back, you must do something for me. How about it?"

A bolt from the blue! Li Yueyao stared at Ye Feng, stunned.

Lifting her head from the washbasin, Qiong'er felt a prickling sensation on her scalp. She touched it—was she actually going bald?

"But Division Commander, what about your safety?" the Chief of Staff asked, clearly worried about Renjiuke Hidetani's well-being.

More importantly—if their relationship was truly that close, why not just ask them to keep an eye out and help exchange for a shuttle whenever one became available? It would just be a matter of logging a merit record; was it really necessary to go to such lengths just to snatch it out from under me?

It is far more comfortable to ride in a carriage. Gao Feng missed the automobiles of his previous life. If he had a car, even a heavy truck, he wouldn't want to ride a horse again.

Being in postpartum confinement was already stifling enough, and these two were only adding to her troubles. If she weren't currently restricted from strenuous activity, she would have beaten these two troublesome creatures and tossed them out the door.

Gu'er felt deeply touched. Her son had not been spoiled; he was willing to share and was not selfish. This brought her great relief.

As it closed in step by step, with a clatter, a massive steel sword was gripped in the spirit corpse's hand. Only then did Yuan Shiwu notice that the spirit corpse was impeccably equipped; not only was its weapon a talisman-infused armament shimmering with spiritual light, but its entire body was covered in talismanic armor and artifacts.

Qianxiu urged Sheng Hege on, launching another fireball, which was intercepted by a metal-element bodyguard standing beside Sheng Hege. Sheng Hege lifted his eyes, swept a glance at Qianxiu, then stared fixedly at Jin Yi, his lips pressed tight in a look of helpless resignation.

Schemes and tricks were useless here. In the face of truly overwhelming power, any military strategy was meaningless. Rather than fussing over such trifles, it would be better to focus on improving one's strength.

The People's Liberation Army Ground Force of China is the oldest of the three existing branches of the military. It has been at the forefront of every revolutionary war.

"This..." Zhou Gangqiang was momentarily stunned by the question. Thirty years later, he certainly wouldn't be as he was now; after all, age is a factor. No matter how diligent he might be, there are limits.

Faced with a situation that was both expected and yet entirely unforeseen, Ye Feng felt a complex mixture of emotions, his mind churning with a tangle of thoughts and reflections.

"Alright, Fatty, enough talk. Let's go collect the teleportation orders," Brother Wang said, patting the fat man on the shoulder and addressing the group of four.

Before long, Wang Feng arrived at the door of the conference room, where all the core members of Shadow were gathered.

"My intuition was right. I felt you were in danger, which is why I drove regardless of everything to find you in Yanjing," Tang Yan said, lifting her head from Lin Tianfan’s embrace. She looked at him unblinkingly, a mist of tears slowly gathering in her eyes.

Hearing this, Lin Tianfan finally understood the situation. It turned out the Wang family had long wanted to marry Xie Qingqing into their home, even coming to offer betrothal gifts every year. Unfortunately, Xie Qingqing had no interest in Wang Jianshan and rejected them outright every time.

Li Zi knew that she and Lin Tianfan were under surveillance by Zhu Chengwu, though she had no idea where he was. As the leader of the top mercenary team in Asia, his methods were far beyond what an ordinary person could fathom.

How was Qian Tu supposed to handle this? Was he actually being ignored? Did they even understand the situation? Did they know what kind of predicament they were in, or did these people simply lack any sense of crisis?

Li Qiqi could not help but think more highly of Tang Rao. Her weak voice betrayed the exhaustion of her body.