Volume 1, Chapter 57: Clearly You Liked It Very Much Yesterday

Once again, it was the same twilight scenery. Qin Xianxian stood at the foot of the Moon-Reflecting Pavilion, a troubled expression on her face.

How could she have forgotten that this pavilion had nine floors to climb...

In the history of the Three Kingdoms, Huang Zhong was portrayed as a steady, veteran general. However, the Huang Zhong of the present was in the prime of his life, at the very peak of his vigor. Moreover, Huang Xu's illness had been cured, and he now desperately needed a battle to vent his pent-up emotions.

Countless members of the Demon Clan lived here, undergoing a decade of compulsory education similar to that of human spiritual cultivators.

Her desk-mate lowered her head and gave her a gentle tug, helping her calm down just enough to realize she was no match for these people in power. She turned her head away, accepting her defeat.

Although the previous analogy was slightly distasteful, Sun Qian now gave Shen Fan precisely that impression. Coupled with Sun Qian's various behaviors just moments ago, he was likely, as Shen Fan had deduced, struggling with something he did not know how to bring up or felt too embarrassed to express.

"A satellite signal? Exactly where on the deck is it located?" Captain Tateishi had already left the CIC and returned to the bridge, where the gunnery and torpedo officer had resumed command.

The short staff in Yao Chenlei's hands spun so rapidly it formed an impenetrable barrier, deflecting the long spear thrust at him by Zhou Yi. For a brief moment, he felt immensely triumphant, only to feel a sudden sharp pain in his arm as a new wound tore open, flesh gaping and blood streaming down.

Ji Qiuhua found this peculiar. She reached out to take off one of the earphones and, imitating Zhou Yi's action, placed it into her own ear. Zhou Yi, still lost in the electronic music, was somewhat surprised to hear the sound of strings, only to see Ji Qiuhua listening with his earphone.

The roof tiles at Sarutobi Hiruzen's feet were pushed aside by the tender shoots of sprouting trees. In what seemed like a single breath, those saplings underwent the entire process of growing into towering, ancient trees.

The twenty-story building looked, from a distance, like a giant tower reaching up to the heavens, completely dwarfing the architecture of the entire city.

Getting married was never just about a marriage certificate; it required matchmakers to arrange the match, the groom's family to pay a formal visit to propose, an engagement, and a wedding—a complete, traditional, and ancient set of rituals.

Reports and data analyses concerning Wei Shi came in a steady, unbroken stream. The single-carry protection strategy, which had lain dormant for several years, also made a resurgence thanks to the rise of Wei Shi.

Ever since that court session, Xi Che had actually contacted her every day. In the mornings, he would invariably urge her to head to the company and scold her for skipping breakfast, yet the breakfast he brought along would always end up sitting on her desk.

Lin Cha raised an eyebrow as she read the comments. Why did it feel like the bonus fan service chapters were even more popular than the proper, serialized manga?

Expressionless, he turned around and forcefully shielded Wu Jin in front of the cameras as they walked into the building. He remained entirely unresponsive to the surrounding shouts, at most giving a nod to the worried-looking Zoe in the distance.

Qin Moshang took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. When he opened them, clarity had returned to his gaze, and his desires had been successfully suppressed.

She felt she hadn't said anything wrong. After all, their relationship wasn't exactly out in the open; they only dared to be like this at night. Even if he had the courage to do it on the main street, she certainly wouldn't.

In the past, whenever the two of them were together, even if they didn't speak, she would feel a deep sweetness. They were the kind of passionately in-love couple who would steal glances at each other from time to time and break into smiles. If you stayed anywhere near them, you could practically smell the suffocating sweetness of their romance. Even with your toes, you could tell how deeply they loved each other, and you would inevitably feel stuffed from all the public displays of affection.

In other words, his trip over here was solely for this single purpose? Nothing else?

Lady Yang clearly made out the newcomer's features. Recognizing him as Ye Zhong, she let out a sigh of relief, then immediately asked in bewilderment, "Rescue this palace?"

The next day, under the leadership of Guo Ziyi, the Fengyi Army charged straight toward Guangzhou City like a sharp sword piercing the heart of the Zhao State.