Chapter 102: He Zheyu's Counterattack (2)

Mo Qinghan paused as she passed the door to the guest room, gently turning the handle and opening it just a crack. The quilt on the bed was raised, making it clear without even entering that Yan Jinxi was inside. A crescent smile curled her lips, and recalling the scratches on Shang Linjun's chest, her smile deepened. She softly closed the door once more.

Descending the stairs with quiet, measured steps, she pondered the recent days when she had thought someone lay beside her. Judging from what she saw today, perhaps it really was Shang Linjun. After all, they were husband and wife, and sharing a bed was only natural—even if only in name, the performance must be convincing.

In truth, Mo Qinghan never fully understood how Shang Linjun viewed her and Yan Jinxi. He loved, yet concealed it in every possible way. He...

Even after suffering such a fierce attack, the Poison Corpse King didn’t move, not even blinking—though perhaps it simply couldn’t. Either way, its formidable strength and defenses left everyone astonished.

“It’s heading north. If you send someone now at full speed, they should catch up,” I said. After Tao Hong left, I kept people monitoring the situation.

Li Tan was lost in grief. It was Iron Man who recounted every detail of what happened after entering the Valley of Absolute Heaven.

“Not good, someone’s coming!” Dou Zhanlong heard footsteps, spread his arms to lift the Medicine Elder, pushed off with powerful legs, and soared into the trees, landing steadily.

Liu Han finished the eulogy, tears streaming like rain. Ma Chao and his siblings collapsed in sorrow. All present wept quietly, the great hall filled with cries of mourning.

Cao Cao’s life was great, yet he never conquered the south nor captured the Two Qiao sisters—a flaw that makes people sigh.

Why do so many people have a first love complex? Probably because lovers’ hearts are purest in first love, free of utilitarian thoughts, matching ideals of truth, goodness, and beauty. The feelings are genuine, acts are good, and character beautiful. Such perfection is often shattered by marriage.

Qian Aolin’s pause was only to prompt the envoys of the Three Kingdoms to state their positions. The three would not feign ignorance; even if they gave Qian Aolin the power to decide, he wouldn’t dare offend two of the kingdoms by making a hasty decision.

Looking at the ancient architecture, strange carvings, weathered murals, and lush bodhi trees, one always feels a deep, condensed vitality, as if being here distances one from the dust of the mundane world.

Xu Nanshan, worried and confused, hadn’t thought of these things. It seemed he must cooperate with Su Xintian, lest her painstaking arrangements go to waste.

Within the great hall for council, many officials’ boots left wet patches on the floor. The snow had grown so thick it could no longer be cleared from the streets in time—walking was difficult, let alone riding horses or carriages.

Hetala cried herself into unconsciousness, and the Fourth Lord’s health suffered a heavy blow.

When the young man was about to join the program, Luo Yingshi wasn’t particularly welcoming. This lineup of guests had been carefully discussed in many meetings by the PD team; each was invited and confirmed, then reported to the station.

In the past, the people as a whole were happy—ignorance led to simplicity, and ignorance meant strength. Economic activity was straightforward: calculate costs, calculate returns, and know what remained. This was the foundation of the real economy.

Suddenly, he realized—are you a slacker too? Why boast about Tang Juexiao’s grades? I’m shameless enough relying on my dad, but you’re competing over idols?

“To be honest, I once trained for a time under one of the major sects cultivating immortality, so naturally I’ve heard of this immortal maiden,” Luo Fan said with a smile.

He wandered aimlessly, stopping wherever he pleased, until he found that cave. Nearby, cheap large bones were sold, and the old woodcutter’s family grew many big radishes. He loved radish and bone soup, always feeling that after drinking it he grew taller.

The military once launched missiles at Kunpeng to obtain samples. Though they failed to injure it, Kunpeng has hated humans ever since. There have already been several attacks; once, the second shelter was destroyed. Nanjing happened to lie in Kunpeng’s hunting path, so evacuation became necessary.