Volume One, Chapter 33: The Little Monkey's Cry

He must have gone to see the Han slave, I suppose. So be it; I only hope he still intends to return. Yet, with Xiao Guan not here to attend to me, I feel uneasy, as if some impending disaster is lurking in the shadows. At dinner, I shared a meal with Master Liu, but fearing that someone might have poisoned the food, I could barely taste a thing.

Xia Chuxue listened, completely stunned. As a young woman who had never been in love, she found the conversation increasingly scandalous, especially coming from her eldest aunt—she was truly at a loss for words.

Mother Zhuang nodded with a beaming smile, her gaze fixed on Zhao Jing, filled with such warmth and affection that she might as well have been looking at her own grandson.

The old man glanced at the calm Zhao Feiyan, then at the composed Elder Zhao, his own heart churning like a turbulent sea.

Outside, Xi Xi’s boisterous voice rang out, and a moment later, a figure in a pink dress fluttered in like a gust of wind.

Although I understood the meaning of his words, I truly could not fathom what they had to do with my biological parents.

It must be said that the White Stone Empire was indeed full of vitality; even in such a desperate situation, there were still vast numbers of soldiers and commoners who chose to fight to the death.

Passing through the Ice Canyon, one could almost hear the sound of avalanches behind them, a truly bone-chilling experience.

In the afternoon, we brought Auntie Zhou along. Throughout the journey, we kept her eyes covered, ignoring all her questions about where we were going.

As we saw them to the school gate, Old Lu, having learned from Li Lan that Qin Yuan had agreed to treat his leg, began to stammer out words of gratitude to Qin Yuan.

Furthermore, he was driving a manual transmission race car, which is inherently inferior to an automatic and demands much higher skill. Most importantly, this manual car was the worst of the three.

"Well struck!" Di Shuye let out a low shout. He clenched his right fist, his knuckles cracking, and in an instant, he unleashed forty-nine punches in rapid succession.

Wearing dozens of pounds of armor while fighting continuous battles often leaves one drenched in sweat. While the armor is on, one feels nothing, but once removed, a sudden gust of cold wind can easily lead to a chill—a common ailment among many generals. Donning a fur coat helps mitigate these sudden shifts in temperature and prevents such illnesses.

"Are you showing off?" Ya Rong had already regretted not going. When Min'er returned, they had heard all about how much fun it was and how delicious the food had been.

To resist the Jin army, Zhao Pu had no choice but to tolerate the formation of a dozen or so separatist warlord regimes.

It was just that while he realized this, some Jin officials did not. In their eyes, he remained a prize to be exploited for further extortion from the Song Dynasty.

For the three of them, the demand for Aikon whale oil was quite significant, and naturally, they wanted as much of it as they could get.

Inside the base, the atmosphere was frantic with activity. Everyone knew that soon they would see the light of day again, no longer confined to the mountain interior, and would return to the cities to live under the sun once more.

"Hmph! I am convinced you won't dodge!" The boy still possessed a bit of backbone; despite being pressured by Chen Shao’s imposing presence, he could still look at him defiantly.

In the military tent, Jimo Qinghe and Ling Qingyan analyzed the border defenses point by point. The more Ling Qingyan spoke with Jimo, the more he felt the man was insightful and inscrutable, so he decided to collaborate with him the following day to overhaul the border security.

Suddenly, those who had been dozing on the martial arts viewing platforms opened their eyes, their gazes sharp with killing intent.

Xiao Jiansheng was forced back several steps, shattering the bamboo chair behind him and cracking the ground. The sudden turn of events left him anxious and uneasy; he had no idea what had happened to Zhao Lingxue.

Now, he had his lawful wife, Yu Jingyao, by his side. He suspected that she would be more than willing to listen to whatever he had to say.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Yuan Yu sat down and asked, concerned by Mo Yichen’s expression.

When Tan Guang lit the furnace and began to wash the pot, Da Luo’s eyelids twitched slightly. Even from these simple actions, he could sense the gap between them.

Yu Jingyao remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "We have been working with the Mo Tourism Group for several years, and we have built a certain level of trust during our cooperation."

It turned out that the young master he had always perceived as a thirteen-year-old incapable of self-defense was merely a reflection in a mirror—an illusion.

Zixiu, seeing Xiexin in this state, shook his head and smiled. The two sat down to discuss matters regarding the Hongzhen Chamber of Commerce and the Haotian Strategy. Before they knew it, a cup of tea had passed. Seeing the night deepening, Xiexin rose to leave.

This had been known four years ago, but even if the young master used his demonic arts, he could only reduce them to dust.

Before Gu Han could speak, Old Ba seemed to recall something, his clouded eyes suddenly filled with clarity and urgency.

Unfortunately, he did not know that the real Flower Fox Marten had already been killed by Yang Jian. The one present was Yang Jian in disguise. Although Yang Jian and Huang Tianhua were strangers, why would he attack someone from Xiqi? So, when Mo Lishou commanded it, Yang Jian took advantage of his distraction to turn and bite Mo Lishou instead.

Lucius had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but had never found the right opportunity until today.

Qin Ming continued deeper into the forest, and after searching for a long time, finally discovered a cave on a cliff face.

The two were long accustomed to their boss's behavior. After performing their respective bows, they began to browse the shop for items to purchase.

Chen Yushan joked and complained that Xu Xing had broken her heart, preferring to do nothing for two months rather than star in her film.

Houtu looked at Tian Zhong and murmured, her eyes gradually becoming radiant with expectation and resolve.

Their family was never good at saving money; having gained ten million just by talking, how could they not go out and live it up?

But if we could go back to the past, to a world where it was just the two of us—eating, watching movies, talking, and exercising together, inseparable like Siamese twins.

Cheng Hui truly had not expected this reason; his perspective had been too narrow, assuming that Gallio had orchestrated everything in secret. Cheng Hui could not understand it; they were all Sovereign Gods, and even if Gallio had regained his cultivation, he practiced death-attribute arts, which should not have been able to block the transmission of sound.