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Jin Shanya had never noticed before, but now she realized that he was not only an arrogant and domineering man, but also a rough and insensitive one. His grip was so strong—did he intend to crush her hand? Fang Shuyao blinked her large, dark eyes like black grapes in surprise and said, "You mean to entrust me with handling this matter?" Over the years, Mu Haotian had rarely allowed her to take on any tasks, fearing she would tire herself out. So hearing him assign her a mission was nothing short of astonishing.

"This city wall certainly looks imposing; no wonder the War Dragon is so haughty," she said with a bitter smile.

"But why doesn’t this fierce bird flap its wings?" Empress Changsun also gazed at the eagle, puzzled.

The crowd murmured among themselves, each convinced that Zhang Deshuai was already dead, and from that moment on, the fate of the Wanjian Sect was sealed.

The shark dragged into the water lay on the deck, barely clinging to life, clearly having exhausted all its strength—it seemed to struggle only for breath but could not exhale.

Lin Shan let out a low shout, channeling a wisp of violet-gold energy from the very source of his qi into the golden bell shield before him.

Feeling the ambiguous gazes around him, Lu Xuan could only offer a wry smile—his temporary girlfriend certainly wasn’t attracting this sort of attention.

Yuan Shao feared something was amiss and was about to send someone to gather intelligence when the sound of a horse whinnying came from outside the tent. Soon, a black steed arrived at the central camp—it was Zhang Fei.

"How’s this month? Besides the factory work, is there any task involving outside deliveries?" Chen Shu inquired.

A middle-aged man dressed in a white clerical robe approached. He quietly blessed Yu Nan and then smiled kindly.

In the realm of Chinese athletics, only Liu Feiren could be considered a true top-tier star.

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They were neither politicians nor diplomats, so they did not know how to properly greet allies of equivalent rank.

Sensing the situation might escalate into a fight, Li Jun hurried to intervene. "As long as the face value you hold doesn’t exceed twenty thousand, I can still exchange it," he said. Ximing was betting that the combined face value wouldn’t surpass fifteen thousand; if it did, things would really go south—though it probably wouldn’t reach that high.

Xue Lian made a fierce dash, his body leaning forward violently, head thrust ahead. At that moment, he nearly lost his balance and had to twist his body to steady himself as he crossed the finish line.

The scent of smoke on his clothes carried a hint of lilac, while Li Jun himself bore no such fragrance. From this, it was concluded that Li Jun hadn’t spent much time in Indonesia.

In fact, it wasn’t until the Osaka Athletics World Championships at the end of August this year that Lashawn Merritt first ran under 44 seconds.

"Wait, I’m coming," Yu Nan said playfully, tidying up the room.

In Qin Shuhuai’s heart, there were still some unresolved ideas from his past life that needed to be realized through the Engineering Bureau. Coupled with his experience rising from technician to commander of the Great Command Headquarters in his previous life, he believed that taking the engineering route would benefit his future career.

On the general’s platform, Old King Kong Guo Ying was reviewing troops when he suddenly noticed someone dead on the platform. His face darkened instantly, and his sharp gaze swept toward Director Zhao.

"Then I’ll leave first," Erbai said, waving to Kato before turning away. As he turned, his eyelids twitched slightly, revealing a sliver of ice-blue hidden beneath. Looking at the paper in his hand, his eyes deepened. Indeed, Zero had many advantages, but also numerous restrictions—it was impossible to grant him all the benefits.

"That’s enough," Ying said coldly, without even looking at the two boys opposite, picking up his racket and leaving the court.

Hearing Aoshuang’s words, Zhuo Tianmei quickly stuck out her tongue. Throwing tantrums and crying were her specialties, skills she had learned little by little from Xie Feng’er, so she naturally knew how to use them.

Tanaka leapt high, his robes fluttering as he raised his hand holding the ball near the hoop. Suddenly, a pale hand appeared in his sight, followed by a pair of striking dark red eyes.

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That was impossible—some medicines might provide temporary relief but then worsen the condition, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Fortunately, the wine was given to him just in time; otherwise, he wouldn’t have merely staggered while walking—he would have collapsed outright, losing consciousness and oblivious to his surroundings.

Qing Yue remained poised, turning back quietly to gaze at Nan Changqing, lost in the depths of his affectionate, ink-black eyes.

"Yes," Chu Xizhi said, twirling the jade ring on her finger, a mocking smile curling her lips.

Ning Fuchen gasped heavily; the experience just now had been so intense that he nearly couldn’t withstand the assault.

The big men were helpless at their boss’s strange temperament—this, in their view, was simply a common affliction of the wealthy.

He wanted to call again, but it felt as if all his courage had been drained by that one call. He was afraid that if he called back, he would reveal a deeply vulnerable truth he wasn’t ready to share.

"Whether that’s overthinking or not, Thunder General, have you ever been to the Winter God’s Funeral?" Nan Xingwu suddenly changed the subject.

I have been waiting for you to leave the Dragon Tomb, to return with us to Merlin Castle, to regain your memories, and to remember me again, just as Lorna will always remember Orin.

This army was special because their weapons were all white long poles, fitted with blades on the upper hooks and sturdy iron rings at the base. This design was unlike anything Zhang Jing or anyone else had ever seen before.