Volume 1, Chapter 24: The Naive Sweetheart

"He Cang, how is it over there?"
Wu Xingxue remembered that the He Cang tribe was besieged by numerous enemies, and the situation was critical.
He Cang replied, "They will make their move at the latest the day after tomorrow, or as early as tomorrow night."
"My injuries have improved significantly thanks to your medicine, but my tribesmen are not doing well."
"Have the herbs been sold?"
Qu Xinhua’s pupils contracted. As she rose, she dragged me along, "You are coming too." Luo Jinghan glanced at me, turned around, and strode away. A door moved aside in the wall, revealing a long staircase leading upward. The moment I stepped out, I looked back at the dark room.
Feng Xi was stunned herself, but upon reflection, she realized someone was playing tricks and was immediately consumed by rage. Before she could find the culprit, the gambling den's thugs were about to swarm and surround her. Suddenly, an arm reached out from the side, grabbed her, and pulled her away.
The waiter agreed and turned to run toward the kitchen. It was the first time he had seen a patron who could eat so much, but for a restaurant, that was hardly a bad thing.
The Emperor holds me in his heart; I do not want the marriage contract to become a shackle upon his spirit, causing him to worry about me even after he passes.
"Bang!" A kick landed on my back, and I tumbled to the ground involuntarily. I only had time to shield my head before a rain of punches and kicks descended upon me. I curled my body into a ball, protecting my head, chest, and groin, leaving my back and buttocks to take the brunt of the assault.
Judging by appearance and age, Xu Jianglun could not possibly be the leader who appeared in the portraits of my dreams! But why would he be living here? I had lived on this island for countless years, yet I had only ever viewed this house from a distance, never daring to step near it. The officer said the leader's dwelling represented supreme authority, and those who trespassed would die.
After leaving the home of Xiang Xinxing’s mother, Liu Shengqiang decided to call the Special Action Division first.
Mei Lu snorted coldly after hearing this and said, "You were speaking so loudly, it would have been hard for me not to wake up. Take me with you, won't you?" As she spoke, she jumped off the bed and lunged at Xiang Long.
He took a bite of a steamed bun and strolled past Feng Xi, the aroma of the bun drifting into her nose.
The moment for the attack had finally arrived. Over a thousand knights riding Thunder God Birds dove into the valley. The sky above was instantly filled with the cries of countless birds, shattering the silence of the night.
Although the energies of Yin and Yang were balanced, they had never fused before. This was the first time Xiao Chen had discovered a case of Yin and Yang intermingling.
Even if this Three-Eyed Golden Ni was only a hundred years old, its power was terrifying for a six-year-old child.
After saying this, she went into the room, not in any particular hurry. Since she was looking for something, if it was something in plain sight, people wouldn't move it; she would know just by checking if the cloth monkey was still there.
Doudou’s mother carefully observed Ling Changge’s appearance. In the sunlight, his silver hair, bright as moonlight, refracted the light, and his violet eyes were clear, like a spring of water untainted by reality.
Even though the Douluo Continent was a world where the strong preyed on the weak, there was still some leniency toward young children.
Although these were people from my mother’s side, everyone in the Qu family—except for the Empress Mother—deserved to die.
My point is, if you truly want to make them lose face, then blow the matter up as much as possible so they lose every shred of it.
Wang Jian was a man who cared about his reputation. If he leaked the news that Wang Jian had been defeated by Han Xin, his grandfather would surely kill him.
A man walked over from the side of the imperial carriage. He stood tall and upright, possessing the air of a true gentleman.
Watching the ever-changing expressions on Hua Qian’s face, Xue Jinian remained composed. Although she was trying hard to hide it, for someone who had navigated the deep palace, it was clearly not worth mentioning.