Chapter 105: The Magnificent Beauty with the Gilded Edge

After the human bomb incident, a succession of assassins followed, leaving a shadow over Liu Qingqing; if it weren’t for Xia Tian by her side, she would have long since panicked.

He Lingyu took out her phone, opened the RED app, pulled up Lan Ying’s wedding photos, and recounted in detail everything she and Xu Yuanfang had uncovered from Han Yu’s fellow townsmen.

In the midst of such circumstances, Comrade Jiang Yufei still dared to ask her a question like that.

Though somewhat humble, with only two rooms and a dining area, it was at least their own little nest.

The shadow thought the same, so after a single strike, he slipped away, melding once again into the night wind, vanishing abruptly.

Gu Qi, cursed with bad luck, was caught every time he stepped outside. Even though Mu Nanshu of the domestic and European factions had dealt with things, there was no guarantee that a few madmen wouldn’t pop up like those two brothers before.

The number of blood demon soldiers around was dozens of times theirs; these soldiers knew neither life nor death and felt no pain. They lunged at anyone they saw, and once caught, the victim would be instantly drained dry.

After all this time, the gentleman had become like a soulless body, indifferent to everything.

Apart from Aunt Zhao, who lived thousands of miles away, Xu Dandan had two aunts who had emigrated years ago; except for occasional calls during festivals, they otherwise had no contact.

Under such circumstances, the more Huns died, the better it was for the Han. Mercy was not for enemies; to survive, one must pick up arms and do everything possible to kill the enemies on the grasslands.

Having someone to share a drink with was naturally welcome to Liu Chuang. He returned directly to the restaurant’s back room, asked the chef for a bottle of Maotai, and took two wine cups.

The man in the gray robe spread his arms wide, tilted his head back, and let out a roar. The blood that had filled the pit was suddenly drawn up through his ten fingertips into his body, like water flowing backward through a pipe—leaving Ye Fan stunned.

Dong Limao brought breakfast, still wearing a concerned expression. Qin Ming casually inquired about the Dan medicine market in Fenghua City.

The village committee and villagers were so hospitable that they refused to leave Ye Fan’s doorstep. Since Village Chief Ye had done such a great thing for Peach Blossom Village, how could they simply say no?

All of Li Zheng’s connections relied on the Yun family. Now, upon hearing news of a traitor, his whole body shuddered.

“A man with lofty ambitions should neither be lustful nor greedy,” Ye Fan replied.

Those guards were now like frightened birds; their numbers few, their knives and swords no match for the bamboo spears wielded by the servants. In no time, Mo Di and his group had cleaned them out completely.

Later, Wu Weiyi carefully surveyed the hillside multiple times and concluded that these three rows of tall trees were not naturally grown but planted intentionally—likely clues left by the ancestors of the Bo people.

He was truly handsome; his long, slender phoenix eyes tilted slightly upward, the raised corners carrying a chill like a snow lotus on an icy mountain, making her unable to resist the urge to ravage him.

This reconnaissance guard could observe the gap between the route Liu Chuang Ruimeng guarded and the middle path where Qiangwei was stationed.

When he entered the house, he found that outside it was the scorching heat of June, but inside, it was like a frozen winter landscape yet to thaw.

What Night City could not achieve, Xia Xun could—though with his cultivation, he could only attach a single wisp of his presence, and only within this city. Beyond that, he was powerless.

By contrast, she would rather be stationed on the frontier for years, fighting enemies or healing the world. It was these convoluted political affairs she truly lacked confidence to handle.

The captain was inexplicably killed; the audience below was stunned—some understood what happened, others remained puzzled.

If such a thing were out in the wilderness, Tian Xuan would not have felt much, but now, in this room and atmosphere, even Tian Xuan felt uneasy.

From the bullets fired by the enemy, it was evident most shots were wild and unskilled. Since arriving on the grassland, the Northeast border guards they encountered had been like this. In their country, if a recruit trained for a year still shot like this, he wouldn’t be enlisted. He wouldn’t be respected and would struggle to find work.

Li Chun spoke solemnly, so Nian Yun had to order Hui Xiang to watch over Luo Luo and followed out herself.

The duel in the middle path involved many subtle details; overlooking even one could mean certain death if a master caught your mistake.

From this matter, Captain Yang saw that the quality of the 34th Regiment’s enemy was very high; they remained composed rather than panicking, unlike Chinese defenders who might have scattered.

Xia Xun’s face remained fierce; his gaze toward Ye Qingcheng was like two knives, ready to tear someone apart at any moment.

Earlier, Wang Kui had been savoring the fish meat for a long time, delighted to find that his brothers responded even without medicine. He had been quietly studying it but was interrupted by their quarrel, prompting him to speak up.

Thousands upon thousands of abandoned graves, like scars, dotted the farm. Even if they were not haunted, ordinary workers dared not handle them.

Laura hurriedly got up, not even looking at Logan, rushed to the pickup truck, glanced cautiously at Feng Hao, and then leapt into Charles’s arms, whimpering like a young wolf.