Chapter 47: Maximum Level Social Death

Little Gray slowly paced around Gu Qingye, the disdain in its eyes painfully obvious.
Going out hunting for so long only to return empty-handed—how incompetent, utterly incompetent!
It couldn't help strutting toward a corner of the courtyard, where five rabbits were already kept. Aside from one sickly and skin-and-bones specimen, the rest were fatter than the last.
Little Gray stretched out a wing to point at its spoils of war, lifting its chin and looking down its beak at everyone.
Take a look at me, and then take a look at yourself.

Fu Xie was a fine politician who managed the trivial affairs of Ji Province in an orderly fashion. However, when it came to military strategy, his abilities remained limited.

Perhaps it was psychological, but after every intimate encounter, she felt her private parts were swollen, burning, and aching, causing general discomfort throughout her entire body. Rong Changfeng was a massive man with a massive frame, and his private parts were no exception. Therefore, every act of intimacy felt less like romance and more like being battered with an arm-thick wooden pestle.

The puppet Tuva forces numbered forty thousand in total, comprising nearly everyone capable of holding a rifle. Additionally, a faction of Soviet soldiers had joined the puppet forces, primarily serving as officers. In short, Stalin was never going to easily allow China to retain the Tannu Uriankhai region.

Looking at Mi Zhen's tense expression and slightly trembling right hand, Gao Gan rubbed his wrist and said with a cruel glare, "You're courting death!" With that, Gao Gan lunged forward and grabbed Mi Zhen. Seeing this, Mi Zhen swung her saber to hack at him, but Gao Gan swiftly changed his grip and caught her right wrist.

The banquet was not elaborate, but it suited the foot soldiers of a military camp well. The dishes consisted of freshly hunted game, roasted until their skin glistened with grease and the aroma was overwhelmingly appetizing, making one's mouth water instantly.

After eleven o'clock in the evening, seeing that the account balance had increased by more than five million, Tan Yiyi felt a surge of emotion. It seemed Wang Cheng still cared about her after all. As for Li Xinmin, ever since Wang Cheng informed her that he was one of their surveillance targets, she had decisively deleted his phone number and added him to the blacklist.

As the bloody-robed cultivator's ten fingers danced, they moved as if each had acquired an independent soul, fluttering back and forth across the flute's sound holes at varying frequencies.

Reminded by the physician, Lu Tianxiang left the medical hall somewhat dejectedly, followed closely by the old city lord, who finally had an opportunity to satisfy his burning curiosity.

"Shihua, I won't say any more superfluous words. Since Wu Hao is entering with you this time, the two of you must look after each other. The Beast and I will guard this place. If any unexpected danger befalls you, crush this spatial reversal jade immediately." With that, the overlord flicked his wrist, and a glowing jade shard shot toward her.

"But someone must have gone in first to discover that fellow Lupin's corpse," Ke Yongliang said.
"Jinhua, they are going to lock you up first. Do not be afraid; this prince will make arrangements." Sweeping his gaze over the Imperial Guards around them and exercising caution, Li Huai did not say much more.

With a twenty percent increase in weight load, Qing Shui intended to crush it to death by sheer force. He could not afford to let it counterattack on the verge of death; the gains would not outweigh the losses.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, Qing Shui reached the entrance of the divine temple. There was no door, and an indescribable, profound aura drifted outward—a sensation that instantly cleared the mind.

"Fine, I will go back with him!" Ning Wanzhui still saw through him. Just as she had five years ago, she would listen to him; even if he did not speak, she would obey him.

Loulan Yue and Moyang watched from behind, unable to help shaking their heads and sighing—truly, comparing oneself to others only brings frustration.

"Ache..." Clutching Shangguan Che's hand tightly, Bai Qian felt an even deeper ache in her heart.

Though Qiuzhu spoke thus on the surface, inwardly she was deeply worried, simply refusing to show it on her face. Calmed by Qiuzhu's words, Chunlan gradually regained her composure.

"Just like you, heading to Moscow," Dong Manni said calmly, which clearly showed she had long known Hang Yi and the others would appear here.