Volume 1, Chapter 47: Your Body or Your Heart, I Must Keep One of Them

Jiang Yuxin's hands were shaking so violently that she could barely hold her phone.

With trembling fingers, she dialed the emergency number, but there was no signal.

She pulled the phone away; neither of her two SIM cards from different carriers had any signal.

Jiang Jinyu also took out her phone, and it was the same.

"What should we do..." Jiang Yuxin's voice trembled.

Liang Jun walked over with a few of his subordinates and let out a playful whistle, "Don't be nervous. Having no signal is for your own good."

Jiang Jinyu clutched her handbag tightly, holding it in front of her, "What do you people want?"

Jiang Yuxin looked over at Gu Moting, who was standing in the distance smoking a cigarette. The wind was fierce, and the tiny spark at the tip of Gu Moting's cigarette flickered between bright and dim.

Jiang Yuxin cried out loudly, "Gu Moting..."

Xie Mao valued heritage so much that, after careful consideration during the New Ancient Era, he only accepted three personal disciples.

Ye Jiarou's innocent, watery, big eyes gazed at Ye Chu. It clearly wasn't cold today, yet Ye Chu suddenly broke out in goosebumps.

After that, they discussed the monetary compensation for the demolition and the housing settlements, followed by a detailed discussion on how the house would be sold.

By evening, Xue Tingyan returned from outside. The family of three adults and two children had a meal together. Zhaodi then left with the two children, casting a smiling glance at Zhao'er before leaving, which made Zhao'er's face flush red.

The next day, knowing that Wang Chunlan and the others were leaving, Yao Jing deliberately woke up early and prepared a large amount of food for them to eat on the train.

Most of the dishes on the dining table were her favorites: braised pork ribs, spicy diced chicken, and stir-fried shrimp kernels. These were all very nutritious items, and Jin Shaojun kept every single one of them in mind. Yao Jing felt a sweet sensation blossoming in her heart.

While a chaotic brawl broke out over there, Xiangzi and the others were hiding to the side, secretly watching. Seeing that everyone was now entangled in a massive fight and nobody was paying attention to them, they exchanged glances and instantly understood each other's intentions.

"I didn't do anything to Amir. He was the one who hugged your stone statue and fled alone into the mine tunnel, causing it to collapse and trapping himself inside," Alice said slowly as she stood up.

"It doesn't matter. My reputation in the Immortal Realm is already ruined anyway; there's no washing it clean by any means," Qin Jiao said calmly. Having experienced a similar situation in her previous life, she didn't care much anymore.

As for the people of their country, it's hard to say what other skills they lack, but when it comes to farming and growing vegetables, they are the absolute masters—planting wherever they go.

"Where did you take her?" Jiang Chengyun's voice sounded extremely restrained, cutting straight to the point without beating around the bush with him.

"Hit the jackpot? Sister, let me tell you, we're running on fumes right now. Because I was in a rush when we left, I didn't even fill up the gas tank. It's uncertain whether we can even make it smoothly back to the downtown area. In a bit, when the car breaks down on the highway, you and Wang Tan will have to get out and push the car for me," Yuan Zicong appeared rather exasperated.

This was a do-or-die combat order targeting the two regiments of the 106th Division and the Bota Detachment. If the operation went poorly, the outer ring of Japanese forces would launch a massive counterattack, while the Japanese forces in the center would execute a pincer movement from the inside and outside, rendering the situation extremely passive.

Then, their tongues intertwined, mutually sucking each other's sweet saliva while their clothes slowly shed. Ye Feng's hands also began to move. Under Ye Feng's provocation, Huang Wei had long since been stirred with passion and now let Ye Feng have his way with her.

Yes, the two words "very good" carried an immense sense of unease; she could smell a dangerous scent lingering across the air.

Although it did not befit Old Master Ma's status, he still chose to do so. As for the specific reason, perhaps only Old Master Ma himself knew.

At that moment, a clamor of combat suddenly echoed from down the mountain, followed by the dying screams uttered by a player before logging off.

That night, although Brother Jiu and the others had all attained immortal bodies, the habit of eating and drinking remained completely unchanged. Everyone drank a lot of alcohol that evening, and I hadn't felt this happy in a very long time.

After Brother Jiu finished speaking, Du Yao's mother recalled carefully before speaking to Brother Jiu. The expert was around sixty years old, with white hair and beard, looking very much like a carefree wandering immortal from a television drama.

After making all the arrangements, Ye Mo retrieved the dragon scale of the Light Dragon from his dimensional pouch, gently rubbing it with his palm.

Though going against the general trend was difficult, that person's actions prompted the Taoist sect to take action once again, reigniting the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism.

Just as the two of them were scheming, a hexagram star in the eastern firmament suddenly flashed and then dimmed.

Zhao Zixun wanted to fly into a rage, but upon seeing the layer of aura wrapping around the bodies of the four burly men behind Young Master Wang—an aura different from the God of Cookery's true qi, could it be the battle qi Young Master Wang mentioned?—he forced himself to endure it severely. Just as he was about to say something, he felt a wave of warmth emanate from behind him.

With a loud "bang," the window was shattered by a single punch. A strong and powerful hand grabbed William by the collar, dragging him into the room and throwing him hard onto the wooden floor.

Hongzhou remained seated in his chair, motionless. The window in the room was open, letting in a warm amber light from outside, and he stared blankly at the blood-red sunset.

"To the stellar performance of the Soviet athletes, cheers!" Li Chen took the coffee cup handed over by the waiter, raised it, and took a sip; the taste was mediocre.

Ye Feng's advancing footsteps also paused in mid-air, his expression tightening slightly. His sudden turn to leave earlier had merely been a test, but Wanwan's words completely shattered that casual probing.

"Could you tell the age of that person from his voice?" Ye Kaiheng asked. As for the phone number, there was no need to ask; that person must have scrubbed it, leaving no chance of waiting for Madam Zhong to confirm the situation before calling him back.

Ye Kaiheng rarely resorted to physical violence; he had plenty of subordinates who could do it for him. But this time, he struck with his own hands, driven entirely by the anger burning in his chest.

Finally finding an opponent he could spar with, Yu Lei's fingers trembled with excitement as he activated the lightning-type alchemical array and leapt into the air.

Army Commander Chai Shao was currently summoning his generals in the government office within the city to discuss military strategy. Ever since leaving Tang territory, tens of thousands of troops had advanced successively, charging over eighty miles north without encountering any enemy interception. Today, they had once again taken over the empty city of Jinming without a fight, which was truly unexpected. Once the troops were settled, the generals gathered together to deliberate on war strategies.

The next day, amidst the howling northern wind, a carriage draped with thick cotton curtains emerged from the north of Yanzhou City, heading slowly toward the vast grasslands. Dozens of Tang cavalrymen followed closely behind, carrying out Chai Shao's orders to "escort Duobi out of the borders with courtesy."

This was a rugged, rocky beach where sharp stones radiated intense heat under the sunlight. Zhu Zhijie's originally handsome face was now contorted with pain, blood continuously gushing from a deep, bone-visible wound on his left shoulder. Droplets of blood fell, hissing as they hit the hot stones.

Hearing the harmonious voices, Cang Jianli walked out of the cave with his hands behind his back, slowly pacing. Cang Jianxian was currently inside fusing with the pulse spirit, and the progress was going very smoothly; there was nothing he could do to help inside anyway.

Suddenly, Sima Ruishi and the others felt as though the entire world had changed, but unfortunately, they realized it far too late.