Volume 1, Chapter 21: (China) Qilin Team vs. (Sakura) Tokyo Team!

In the dark and gloomy bedroom, a pair of eyes were watching. These were not the brassy, bovine eyes of a monster, but a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes—vibrant, gentle, and crystal-clear. They were Father’s eyes.

Seeing the Red Army standing in battle formation on Jianzi Ridge, the Central Army did not launch an immediate attack. They knew this was the gateway to Jianghua County and that the Red Army would surely commit heavy forces to defend it to the death; it would not be easy to capture, and they knew it would take significant effort to take it.

The pervasive purple mist seemed to block all light on the battlefield, making it impossible to see people or objects even half a meter away. One could only faintly hear ear-numbing shrieks—some desperate, some maddened—emanating from within the fog.

They wanted to eliminate the influence of their predecessors as much as possible, striving to showcase their own personalities, characteristics, and political achievements. They wanted citizens to stop mentioning the predecessor in every conversation, so that the name on everyone’s lips would be their own. Even a few indifferent, stinging remarks from the public were preferable to not being mentioned at all.

After wiping down Li Yu’s upper body, Huan’er and Lan’er looked at each other across his frame, their eyes burning with competitive spirit. Simultaneously, they reached out toward that incredibly shy part of his body.

As my consciousness drifted from one star to another, I suddenly felt an inexplicable and powerful suction force. My simple consciousness could offer no resistance and was instantly pulled away.

This helped the Cleveland Cavaliers catch their breath, at least for a moment, and allowed them to avoid the peak of the Miami Heat’s frenzied offensive.

In the end, this was a head-on clash. The deciding factor in the war would be whether the Bingzhou Army could endure such prolonged, high-intensity combat and whether they were willing to pay the heavy price in casualties to secure victory, rather than some brilliant, untraceable strategy devised by a military advisor.

Feeling a warm and familiar embrace in her sleep, Mi Lan subconsciously nuzzled closer, finding the most comfortable position before sinking back into a peaceful slumber, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

Manager Mourinho: "Perhaps some think we might be caught by other teams during this stretch, but for me, my task is to win—to keep winning. That way, others won't be able to catch up."

This man, who aspired to be the number one in the national server and commanded two million fans in his "Kai Family Army," was here, leisurely acting as a judge for song reviews.

"Since you know everything, why persist like this?" Masayoshi Kishimoto asked, knowing the answer full well.

Everyone in the palace said that because the Imperial Noble Consort had given birth to twins and suffered physically, the Emperor was distressed and focused all his attention on her, leaving him no time for the other concubines.

As they spoke, they arrived at the entrance of the merchant house. Hearing Hou Gui’s suggestion, Li Bai nodded in agreement. They entered the establishment and were seated in a small but exquisite courtyard. With the buds of March emerging all around, the servants, knowing they had come for tea, began to boil water and prepare the brew.

Having eaten nothing but a basin of greens, Yao Jiaxin lay on her two-meter bed full of resentment. She had hoped for a good night’s sleep, but woke up starving in the middle of the night. She endured the hunger, refusing to crawl out to forage, and instead filled her stomach with water before sleeping until dawn.

Soon after, people used this dried mud to build houses. By the time the house was finished, the lungfish encased within the mud walls had completely left the water and ceased all feeding.

In the ruined city, Zhan Yan was in a good mood—one could even say a very good mood.

In the dense forest, which had previously been filled only with miasma and fog, a humanoid toad beast appeared the moment Yuan Chengdao entered.

Lin Xiaoru gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She stood gracefully not far from Su Mufan and his two companions, her gaze gentle and intimate.

They had been waiting for Li Hao to reveal some earth-shattering secret, never expecting such a trivial piece of information.

However, Zhou Quan’s task was not just to ensure everyone was well-fed; it also included guaranteeing their safety.

A crescent-shaped beam of profound light sank into the flames, causing them to flare up violently.

Chen Xin felt the same way. She had always hoped to spend more time with her children; although the family was quite wealthy, she was always against hiring nannies. She believed that doing so would make the children dependent on others and deprive her of the responsibilities that belonged to a mother.

She looked a bit fuller than she had three years ago, as if, having washed away the vanity of the past, only her most essential and authentic self remained.

Liancheng Yuchi hesitated for a long time before speaking, hiding nothing about Miaomiao’s condition.

This was likely a method used by the Wenzhou branch of the Tiger Cavalry Sect to weed out charlatans and prove whether those participating in the examination were true Taoists. I suspected that the thing in the sewer was a major factor, so I took some ox tears, applied them to my eyelids, and went to check the sewer again.

If Lin Tao didn't hit, he would only have twenty. If he hit, since the Ace in this deck had already been used, his total would not exceed twenty.

"Very well. Erica, your third task is to coordinate personnel at Osborn Industries. Wake the workers from their homes. Whether you offer five, ten, or thirty times their wages, I have only one requirement: get them back to their posts immediately to ensure that as soon as the raw materials arrive, production can resume."

Hearing this, Wei Ye let out a mocking laugh. With a shrug of his shoulders, the Peach Blossom blade left its sheath and, with a metallic ring, buried itself into the brick floor of the guest room.

"So the truth is, without a certain level of strength, no matter what choices one makes, there is no escaping a fatal end, is there?" Wang Chu gave a self-deprecating smile.

After a long while, as if suddenly remembering something, her eyes lit up and she looked sharply at Sha Hongyu. Her gaze was no longer arrogant, but filled with eager anticipation.