Volume 1, Chapter 42: Do You Know Each Other? Never Met Her

After all, as the war had progressed to this stage, although China and ASEAN held the upper hand, China’s losses were nonetheless substantial. The military casualties exceeded 200,000 personnel—the equivalent of an entire military region wiped out—along with vast quantities of weaponry, equipment, and combat supplies. All of these costs had to be borne by China alone.

"I will come to pick you up tonight at seven o'clock, game time. The senior executives of Iron and Blood have already conserved their strength and are just waiting for Tie Zheng to log online before making a move. This period is the prime opportunity," the man said with shifting, uncertain eyes.

When these things were densely piled up in front of the giant, the family had not yet fully recovered their senses. That man said with trembling lips.

Because each had their own hidden agendas, as soon as Organization Department Head Long Yaoyang began to speak, the standing committee members pricked up their ears without exception.

Xue Yun slanted his wings to glide sideways, while Shi Fei pointed his sword diagonally downward. A single droplet of bright red slid from the spine of the Longquan sword down to its tip, further staining Xue Yun's lacquer-black feathers.

"Alright." Helpless against Liu Mingxiu's tone—which was both gentle and slightly domineering—Han Shui'er could only submit to him and obediently nod.

"However, our hearts remain unchanged." Eternal Love raised her head, her gaze flashing with a resolute light! At this, Lan Shuixin smiled faintly, noncommittal; indeed, they had not changed, and Gu Yu's timely appearance only made Lan Shuixin more certain of the meaning of her own existence.

"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?" Just as Han Shui'er finished speaking, Jing Moxian’s tall and slender figure had already arrived before her.

During the meal, Lu Xuehua swept his peripheral vision across the room. It was populated almost entirely by male trainees, with only a single graceful figure. His gaze quickly locked onto this figure, and deep within his memories, the silhouette seemed vaguely familiar.

Thinking was one thing, but action was another. Dong Zhanfeng took the lead and began to applaud with loud, cracking claps, and under his guidance, all the standing committee members clapped with a thunderous roar.

Shou Hu was deeply depressed when he saw this. He had not expected it to be alcohol; given his current state, anything alcoholic was strictly off-limits, leaving him with no choice but to watch longingly as the liquor went down Gu Siyang’s throat.

"I have already abdicated the throne; this world has nothing to do with me anymore. From now on, you shall be my wise princess, and I will have only you." Dongfang Chenyao was calm and composed. Although it was extremely difficult to let go of power, once it was let go, it was simply let go, because there were things far more important than these.

The wrinkles at the corners of Xie Qingshi’s eyes were very distinct, deepening even further when he smiled. He looked much older than when they had last met, a sight that caused Shou Yang a slight pang of heartache.

Lin Baoju thought to himself, doesn't this mean I’ve ended up being ordered around by you instead? Still, this could be considered enduring humiliation for a greater cause; for the sake of formidable power and miraculous arts, everything was worth it.

Gu Yun fell silent, his thoughts spinning wildly. His greatest strength was actually his fatal flaw—this revelation came like a bolt from the blue, stunning him into helplessness.

A trace of brief infatuation surfaced in Qin Yunxiu's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a look of bitter hatred as she gnashed her teeth. The others gradually recovered their wits as well, one after another coming forward to greet him.

"What? Captain Gao that fellow is done for? Let's go, we have to go take a look!" Hearing my words, Brother Cheng instantly became excited, casting away all drowsiness.

More and more imperial guards joined the firefighting efforts, yet it still took about two hours to completely extinguish the blaze.

Even so, Prime Minister Xu's wrinkled face showed no emotional fluctuations. He lifted his lowered eyelids, his turbid yet shrewd eyes staring directly straight at Chu Yuan and Yan Jiaorao.

Listening to the OSIRIS spokesperson passionately recite a script written by goodness-knows-what eccentric, Shou Yang stood beside Gu Zhihang and chuckled wheezily, lacking any real sense of propriety.

"I know, I know..." Chen Yao giggled with an indifferent air, clearly failing to take Qiu Su's words to heart at all.

The youth clutched his dented, bruised face with a look of intense grievance, while the other ghost-like figures also displayed expressions of dissatisfaction, though they remained deeply wary of her.

Wang Zhongzheng gave a light cough, picked up his teacup, and drained it in a single gulp, bringing a surge of joy to Yao Jun's heart. By drinking this tea, Wang Zhongzheng had tacitly agreed to accept him as a disciple.

The sorrowful melancholy of the first half, the soaring high notes in the middle, and the peaceful serenity of the conclusion—this song narrated the entirety of a lifetime, proving itself to be a genuinely great piece of music.

Some adjutants were already leading the warriors of the Fearless Battalion in retreating from the battlefield, but as a result, the offensive momentum of the malevolent spirits completely reversed. The entire army of spirits surged forward like a flood, and Wu Mingkun’s spiritual barrier shattered into dust after blocking them for mere seconds.

With every step he lifted upward, he actually saw a bloody footprint left behind on the stairs. Yet by the time he ascended to the next step, the previous bloody footprint had vanished.

Within a mere dozen days, over a dozen households in the Taihu and Zhejiang regions that had colluded with water bandits suffered extermination. Each time, the methods were extremely bloody; almost none of those targeted survived, and their family properties were thoroughly looted.

If he could truly make money off of it, he would have sold this plot of land long ago. As long as there was money to be made, there was nothing he wouldn't do.

"Jiang Li? Isn't that fellow Jiang Li? What is he doing running over here?" Chu Tian was filled with a head full of question marks.

Never mind that this magic array had fallen into disuse; as long as sufficient spiritual power was injected into it, the abandoned array could be activated, allowing travel to the Divine Continent.

While holding her in contempt and mocking her in his heart, he would also frequently pretend to play hide-and-seek with her. Whenever it was his turn, he only needed to slip away quietly, and Lianyan, that fool, would genuinely spend the entire day searching for him.

Just as the nightmare was about to succeed, a pair of scarlet, bewitching eyes suddenly appeared before him—eyes like those of a demon. A single glance was enough to drag his consciousness into an endless, dark abyss.

Originally, everyone had risked their lives to enter this place in order to save people. If they were to throw away more lives in the process, wouldn't that be an entirely uneconomical trade?

"Fourth Fourth, this should be bronze, right?" Tang San was not very knowledgeable about ancient artifacts, but judging by the sound just now, the box was not light.

Tomb raiding was no simple task. Outsiders did not even know how to dig a shaft or in which direction to tunnel, so it was no wonder they dared not enter. Three groups of people had gone in and none had returned; who knew what kind of horrors were concealed within this place.

After killing the Fourth Raikage, Qiye reached his hand into the wound on the Fourth Raikage's body—which looked like that of the faction leader during the meeting—disguising the scene to look like a mutual destruction resulting from a desperate battle. Afterwards, Qiye carefully inspected the surroundings to see if he had left behind any important information.