Volume 1 Chapter 57: Qin Ruoyan's Hesitation

Hearing Mo Xuanyu's lavish praise, Hao Sijun felt as though he had won the grand prize. Wrinkles of joy gathered at the corners of his eyes, and he could hardly resist cupping her face to plant a fierce kiss upon it. It turned out he cared so deeply about her reactions.

She could no longer sit idly by and wait for her doom; she had to find a way to escape this wretched nunnery. Otherwise, not only would her mother's status be compromised, but she herself would have even less hope for the future.

As early as when Duan Jingheng brandished the imperial guard token bestowed by the emperor, the guards not only halted their offensive stance, but the way they looked at him shifted entirely, their attitude undergoing a complete one-eighty-degree transformation.

Following a single gunshot, the sniper clutched his neck and plunged headfirst, the AR-15 slipping from his grasp.

The snow on the streets had been cleared and piled up on both sides of the road as Song Jingyu and Shen Wang walked off into the distance.

Duan Jingheng opened his mouth, intending to say more, when a fit of coughing drifted from the inner room, sounding somewhat feeble.

Mother Song kept Grandma Lin company, while Father Song and Grandpa Lin sat separately on a single-armchair and a chaise lounge, sipping tea and occasionally exchanging a few words.

Compared to Hu Zhou, Lin Wan was still lingering on the very first stance, yet even so, she showed noticeable improvements in reaction speed and physical strength.

Once triggered, it was equivalent to activating the dormant potential of the human body, erupting with strength three or even six times greater than before—a feat hardly surprising.

Chen Hei, for reasons unknown, had a momentary lapse in judgment as if completely immersed in character, charging straight forward and kicking one of them to the ground.

Master Kang reported: Wu Deyong, the second-eldest brother of Wu Deneng, had been in frequent contact with Lu Minsheng, the director of the county electrical appliance factory, plotting to illicitly embezzle state-owned assets under the guise of enterprise restructuring.

"Father, which one would you like to eat?" Gan Xuesi asked, pushing her breakfast forward with great enthusiasm for sharing.

Yu Shi was also stunned. Was Duanmu Han truly this bold? How could a Core Formation stage cultivator dare to take the initiative and attack a mighty Divinity Transformation realm expert, even with the aid of a magical treasure? Was this an outright insult to him?

However, compared to the two caves in the middle, the ones on either side appeared rather paltry and eclipsed.

Mo Qingyi awkwardly twitched the corners of her mouth in a fake smile. Catching sight of Jin Yunheng's chilling gaze, she immediately turned solemn, pivoting toward the kitchen as she began brewing ideas for breakfast.

The scene shifted, the camera pulling back to reveal an auditorium filled to capacity—yet every single spectator was a CG-generated model. Without even needing to search specially, Aoki Su could count dozens of sets of quintuplets cheering away in the audience at random.

Mo Qingyi quickly revised her text message: "Young Master Jin, I've run into Qin Rui. My chances of survival tonight are slim. If possible, please come and rescue me. Thank you."

Xiao Yiyue lunged forward abruptly, rushing at Qi Yu with the intent to push him, only to find him as unyielding as a boulder, causing her to stumble backward instead.

In official circles, various rumors circulated endlessly. Rumors did not equate to facts, yet more often than not, they were not entirely groundless. As the saying went, there was no smoke without fire, and many rumors ultimately proved to be true. Of course, some were deliberately fabricated by ulterior-motive individuals or were merely hearsay.

Ever since the repairs on the house were completed, Xu Miao's tofu workshop had returned to its routine. Every day during the *yin* hours, the two brothers Li Tie and Li Zhong would arrive to start work, and by the time they finished at the *si* hours, they would have already soaked the soybeans.

Two goals were considered a rather secure margin, and Gao Chuan placed absolute trust in the defensive capabilities of Capelli and Luo Lun.

As Li An had made perfectly clear yesterday, if they left Mount Wangwu, they would be essentially homeless, and after enduring nine deaths for a single chance of survival, they would still end up being slaughtered by humans. Remaining on Mount Wangwu was their only thread of hope.

Lin Su gave Zhang Jun strict instructions three times over to take good care of Zhang Qionghua. Should any loopholes or suspicious points arise, he was to investigate immediately and ensure Zhang Qionghua emerged safe and sound.

"There aren't many left, just about a thousand buns or so. Miss, how many did you request from your family this time?" Xiaoying asked with deep concern. She had no choice; if she truly had nothing left to sell, what else could she make a living with?

Though the Guangxi Emperor felt deeply perplexed and dissatisfied with Empress Dowager Cixi's punishment of Encheng, he was utterly helpless. Sensing the intense tension in the air, he dared not speak his anger, sitting on pins and needles in sheer terror as his imperial dragon robe was quietly drenched in cold sweat.

Prior to the match, Salernitana adopted an extremely low posture, leaving Gao Chuan and Cesena—who were well-accustomed to provocations—feeling somewhat unaccustomed to it.

To be honest, he had always felt rather conflicted regarding the magic of the Angalia continent. After all, he was not a pure mage; when ranged firearms and other projectile weapons were available, many magical skills appeared redundant and cumbersome. Magic that seamlessly complemented firearms and blade techniques was exceedingly rare.

"Grus's spell is essentially utilizing a summoning array within his own reinforced demiplane to execute a dual summoning targeting both the Underworld and Angalia simultaneously."

Following Feng Lengyue's bid, the auction house fell into a temporary hush. Li Tianfeng gazed at the scene, his heart gripped by tension: could it really end like this, being successfully acquired by their group for a mere ten thousand gold coins?

Having binged two episodes in one breath, Wang Sheng's stomach ached slightly from laughter, yet simultaneously, he discovered a crucial issue.

It was now the year 1932, and the Japanese police were utterly incapable of analyzing the caliber of the assassin's bullets, let alone imagining that the killer had achieved a clean headshot from a distance of over a kilometer away.