Volume 1, Chapter 40: Her Great Hero

Compared to life itself, such immense wealth seemed to lose all meaning, and he searched everywhere for a solution.

At the time, that young man appeared to possess only modest strength and cultivation—merely at the Pill Condensation stage; no one expected he had actually reached the peak of the Golden Core realm.

The mustard seed space seemed more structured than before, resembling a planet pulsating with the aura of life.

She could not describe the expression on his handsome face; it held a hint of worry, a touch of panic, and a measure of restraint.

"Hahahaha, so the big surprise in the dragon pit was five burly men hiding in the bushes?" Lele laughed until she snorted like a pig.

Grandmother Ping learned of Li Wen's purpose from his words and naturally agreed; she had little else to do besides tending to her flowers every day.

Su Anchen, who had heard the noise long ago, looked utterly miserable and buried his head deep under the quilt.

Zhang Qishan looked at everyone at the awards ceremony and said, word by word, with great earnestness: "All cinematic creation stems from the efforts of every director. Therefore, there is no need for any talk of looking down on one another."

"Shut up!" Yan Mengfan’s face turned crimson, and she raised her voice to make her presence seem more imposing.

If he could accompany her into the Land of Eternal Life, he might, under certain circumstances, prove to be a useful helper.

"Your humble servant believes that the former Grand Tutor's estate is well-preserved and possesses an elegant environment; it would be most fitting to bestow it upon a meritorious official!" Zhu Junyang suddenly looked up at his cousin, the Emperor, and spoke firmly, one word at a time.

Thinking of the used undergarments she had destroyed in her spatial dimension, she truly hadn't expected that white lotus Zhou Ruoruo to have a bust as large as an E-cup. Then again, how else could she attract those men without such a figure? Could she rely solely on the space and the spiritual spring water within it?

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The three men received their orders and descended the city wall. Ma Tie and Ma Xiu selected a battalion of elite troops, threw open the gates, and charged out.

Upon entering the pawnshop, the clerk took one look at Lan Lingling’s attire and knew she must be a young master from a wealthy family. Not daring to be negligent, he immediately invited her to sit inside and served a cup of tea without delay.

Another band of Japanese pirates, under the command of General Yamaguchi, landed not far from the harbor. Seeing dozens of ships docked at the pier and the packages being unloaded, General Yamaguchi did not allow his men a moment of rest, leading the thousand surviving pirates in a surging assault toward the docks.

The shrinking efficiency of the television station and the bloated staff across various departments left entry-level employees with low salaries and no work to do, with many facing the imminent threat of unemployment.

"Minister Zhou, what is your opinion on this proposed course of action?" Chongzhen asked, surprised that the young official had taken the initiative to offer his view.

Before Cao Cao attacked Lu Bu, he had issued a suppression edict in the name of Emperor Xian. Yuan Shao and Liu Biao dared not mobilize their troops; Cao Cao’s possession of the "Emperor Xian" trump card made it exceptionally easy to subdue the warlords. He branded Lu Bu a rebel and a traitor, classifying him as part of Dong Zhuo's faction.

"If you wish to sever the connection with that person, you can simply erase their spiritual imprint," Qiguo said, relaying the method the shopkeeper had taught her.

"Many thanks." Yang Lian took the red-hot iron. Immediately, four or five embroidered-uniform guards gripped their sabers; after all, a branding iron was, to some extent, a weapon. If Yang Lian were to throw it and burn one of their own, it would be no laughing matter.

Lu Xun had a terrible impression of Xiamen University. In a letter to Xu Guangping, he sarcastically described it as "a row of foreign-style houses forcibly placed on the edge of a desolate island."

However, it seemed only Liang Peijun knew the whereabouts of this Mr. Zhou, so he would have to find a way to get on her good side. Alas, it was a pity the girl held a prejudice against him; he feared his wish would not be easily granted.

"Ah Chou, I will ask you one last time: will you let us go?" It was as if she were staking her final chip.

Whether it was because his words startled the bear, the brown bear instantly stood up, its head turning like a radar until it locked onto this group of uninvited guests.

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A moment later, Lu Chaoji let out a loud cry; as his head rolled to the ground, there was silence.

Fang Yanan slammed the record book shut, pointed at the door of the interrogation room, and struggled to restrain her emotions.

After the space distorted, Ainan became a two-dimensional creature—possessing only length and width but no height. He looked like a slip of paper as the spatial rift sucked him right in.

These men all wore grave expressions, especially Gu Zelin, who looked at Gu Shaoqing with deep resentment, showing not a shred of joy at having found the son he had searched for for so many years.

Kong Youde was caught in a dilemma. Ultimately, incited by his subordinate Li Jiucheng and others, he raised the banner of rebellion, allowing his troops to plunder prefectures and counties. He turned back to attack the Shandong Peninsula, capturing the cities of Linyi, Lingxian, Shanghe, and Qingcheng in succession, and led his troops straight toward Dengzhou. The news shook the entire imperial court.

Ye Ke let out a cold laugh. His figure flickered, and he instantly appeared beside the Second Steward, grabbed him by the collar, and tossed him into the sky.

As the hidden weapons were deflected, Huo Wei and the others either leaped about or swung their blades to parry, preventing themselves from being wounded.

Although her body was exhausted, Xiang Chunzao had finally set her mind at ease, believing that as the Spring Festival approached, her life could finally be peaceful. Little did she expect to encounter a difficult problem—no, a major event capable of reducing her relationship to ashes.