Volume 1, Chapter 29: She Doesn't Like You?

The cool, soft sensation on her lips startled Shen Qingqing from her light slumber. Opening her eyes, she saw Mo Lingcheng leaning over her, unbuckling her seatbelt. With his head bowed, she could not discern his expression. Shen Qingqing blinked and pursed her lips. Was that cool touch just now a kiss? Or was she dreaming again? "Get out of the car," Mo Lingcheng said, straightening up with his hands in his pockets, his face remaining calm and composed.

Qian Jiaoer did not give Qian Xinyu the slightest shred of face, and every word she spoke struck at the very heart of Qian Xinyu’s pain.

As for the secret technique in his hand, although Qing Tian could not identify which era it belonged to, based on the faint aura it emitted and the materials used, it was highly likely to be from the ancient or primordial period.

Zhu Yujian leaned against a sandbag, his mind muddled. He could not remember how many days it had been since he last closed his eyes. As the supreme commander of the Ming army at Ningwu Pass, he had to remain vigilant at all times. He had witnessed his soldiers dying one after another—hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands.

The Ming troops stationed in the bunkers were surrounded and segmented by an enemy force dozens of times their size. The Qing army launched frantic attacks, and piles of their corpses accumulated in layers around the shield carriages. Of course, to his foot soldiers, who had never been to Joseon nor seen any "Korean sticks," there was no way to distinguish between the official uniforms of the Ming Dynasty and those of Korea.

"You shouldn't be talking about these hearsay secrets; they aren't meant to be discussed under normal circumstances, which is why fewer and fewer people know about them. See, you didn't even know, did you?" Hua Ruyu rolled her eyes at Ye Xiaowan.

He had never wanted to immerse himself in the quagmire of the inner palace. After realizing he could not prevent it, he cast aside his military discipline and combat merits, resolutely entering the palace as a guard, all to remain by her side.

Having reached a consensus, we continued to walk, laughing and chatting as if we had discovered nothing at all.

As for Chinese construction firms, they are known for their high efficiency, so he went directly to them. If he had hired an American company, a project that would take a Chinese firm six months might drag on for a year and a half with an American one.

The Zheng clan of Fujian, which had dominated the southeastern waters of the Ming Empire for over a decade and often ignored imperial decrees, finally met its end.

"I ask that Captain Ji make a circle and return to the spot where you originally picked me up," Lin Que said.

Bo Chengcheng certainly did not have that much energy. The S-rank potions he refined were of little use to Martial Emperors or Martial Sovereigns. But that did not matter; there were spirit stone mines in the Red River region, which were sufficient to mass-produce Martial Emperors and Martial Sovereigns.

If it were just ordinary rain clouds, it wouldn't matter, but thunderstorms were relatively dangerous.

Nearly a hundred spirit weapons and artifacts used the solid objects throughout the room as their primary reflection points, then changed trajectories through repeated collisions and rebounds, launching an all-out, multi-directional attack on Zheng Ming, who was positioned in the center of the room.

However, she knew that the Gu family would not arrange a marriage for Gu Jiayu for now; they would likely wait until he passed the imperial examinations.

But that was just a passing thought; after all, Snow Beer was only a Yellow-grade, fourth-tier item. Big shots above the Foundation Establishment stage would certainly need higher-tier items to see any effect.

"Your brain is so full of water that even a wash can't clean your dirty thoughts. What 'dirty extreme sports all night'? Yumo got drunk and caused a scene for half the night; I was just coaxing her by carrying her on my back, walking back and forth in the living room for hours," Xiao Jinxuan explained with a smug curl of his lips.

Meanwhile, the other dark horse, Mana from the Maya Federation, emerged unexpectedly in the team competition, leading the Mana team to achieve a distinguished record second only to Zhuo Qingyang and Ye Yunshu.

"How could this be?" Golio asked the same question as Zi Xuezhu and Meng Hongjie. Of course, the context was different.

The War Dragon rocket exploded, and the remnant soul of the War Dragon contained within surged upward. Its dragon eyes scanned the surroundings, and upon confirming that the Horned Viper Demon Emperor was its target, it did not hesitate for a second, plunging straight into it.