Volume One, Chapter 22: You Are My First Love; I Want No One But You

I handed over a card. “Auntie, there’s one million on this card. Take it. With Uncle gone, you and Xiaofeng must live well. When I earn more, I’ll send you more money.”

The cavalry and infantry charged at each other; the cavalry’s long spears pierced through armor into flesh. Warhorses shrieked, drinking blood, while infantry swung heavy blades, cutting into bodies. Warm blood stained the city of Yuzhou, turning the streets into rivers of crimson.

Cheng Wei, having received orders from Mu Kun, selected three sharp and elite soldiers from the army to accompany him disguised as refugees to infiltrate Daojingzhou City.

As the sound faded, he gently bit Qian Ruoruo’s earlobe. A moist, tingling sensation swept through her body, like an electric shock.

The last mission had revealed the generals’ incredible combat prowess, deeply stirring his nerves. He yearned for a fight against someone equal in strength, to awaken his own potential.

What is going on? Where does this sudden uproar come from? Before Hou Wen could ask, a lookout’s shout rang out from a nearby tall tower.

On the cold blue stone, Cang Yuan’s face was pale and translucent, blood staining the corner of his mouth. It was as if he might vanish from this world at any moment.

Guan Guoguang’s classmate, Qiu Xiangdong, worked in IT in America. This trip back was to invest in and establish his own IT company domestically. Guan Guoguang introduced him to Wang Peng during the banquet, asking Wang to find opportunities for Qiu in Dongjiang.

“Son of a bitch! What did you just say?” The brothers loyal to Guyu stood at attention, refusing to let Qimu Yan insult the legend in their hearts.

Li Nan stood steadily on the third floor, seemingly indifferent to the coming battle below. Bitter-faced, he raised his palm, and an Uzi submachine gun fell into his hand.

The assault team had fully secured the airport and surrounding high ground. Recon teams were hunting down remaining enemies. On the runway, engineers busily cleared wreckage of enemy planes and filled bomb craters, leveling the surface to prepare for our aircraft’s landing.

Zhuge Liang knew well that the Princess of Qin not only needed to establish her power in Eastern Lu but also across the entire realm. The more domineering his Qin kingdom was, the more confidently it could navigate this chaotic era.

He had sailed the seas more than once, but each time, uncertain of the conditions, the ship dared not venture too far, fearing disaster and total loss. Such risks were simply not worth it.

This darkness was not mere darkness—it resembled the night sky, speckled with distant stars.

“Move out!” Wu Wei led the charge toward the Silver City, followed by over three hundred men.

The Prince of Jin strolled into the inner chamber, finding the princess sitting on the bed with her back turned, quietly weeping. He sat beside her, gently turning her around. “What’s wrong?” He took the handkerchief Hua Yan handed him and wiped her tears.

The morning sun poured warmly from the sky, reflecting on the flowing water. Before everyone lay a vast river, its width unknown.

After speaking, he turned to look at Su Zhuo. Chen Ao knew that Long Qingping’s master was Su Zhuo’s old flame, so it was best to have him meet her as well.

The irony was that he believed his martial arts had reached perfection, unmatched in the world. Yet, the two disciples he brought out only had mediocre skills, unfit even for the public stage. The world’s unpredictability—truly unfathomable.