Chapter Forty-Five: A Pitiful Woman

Han Duoduo’s attitude had changed. She was no longer meek or aggrieved, no longer attempting to defend herself or deny anything. Amidst a cold, derisive laughter, she finally revealed her true face, exposing bloodthirsty fangs.

“Yin Nian, you know, you’re a pathetic person.” Han Duoduo repeated, fixing her gaze on Yin Nian, her expression twisted with an unprecedented hatred and contempt. “You know nothing, yet you presume you know everything.”

“What… do you mean…” Yin Nian stared at Han Duoduo, suddenly feeling a sense of unfamiliarity. This was clearly not the lively, cheerful Han Duoduo she once knew. She instinctively took a step back, her voice tinged with doubt. “Who are you, really?”

“Who am I? Of course, I’m Han Duoduo.” Her voice was icy.

“You’re not Han Duoduo… Han Duoduo—”

They could not endlessly tolerate the Revolutionary Army, especially when the Army brought no benefit to them.

Although he couldn't build up his strength nor possessed any special abilities, what he had was insight far beyond the age.

Online sources also indicated that some children might enter their rebellious phase around the age of twelve.

Yet her answer was met by the one she called Fellow of Heavenly Strength—the giant one-horned ape—which slapped her nascent soul straight into its mouth and swallowed it with a gulp.

Originally, He Wansheng’s speed was inferior to the bearded man’s; now, injured, he lagged far behind.

Naturally, families like the Guan household need not worry about such things, though Cheng Yuan’s mind was racing with a thousand wild horses.

Rest assured, anyone who tries to harm me through these rules is courting destruction, for I can reclaim them at any time.

One declared, “If you don’t leave, I won’t abandon you,” while the other hurriedly replied, “If you don’t abandon me, I won’t leave.” Thus, both confirmed their—well—partnership for life.

“Su Dynasty!” After leaving the frozen mountains, Lin Tianyao’s flying sword headed straight for the Su Dynasty. The Su Dynasty was one of seventy-two dynasties: relatively powerful, with vast territory, rich resources, and a workforce superior to other periods.

Most guests in the restaurant, seeing that the greeter was Sadu—the most renowned mortician in Saye City—nodded in understanding.

Standing side by side, even a three-year-old could tell who would win; what chance did she have? The pursuit was truly fraught with obstacles.

So would Changmen really face these matters at this time? How much did they need to do?

The next day, in a standard twin room at the Marriott in downtown Indianapolis, Yang Ke, still asleep, was awakened by Leonard from the other bed.

Returning to her room, Ruoxin had just taken off her outer garment when Shangsi, cheeks flushed, came over hugging her pillow.

Some sea wanderers rowed in the ocean, unable to stay close to Shenlong City because the garbage boats could not keep up.

The affairs of the mortal world are full of twists and turns; the outcome of this matter was unexpected, and even she found much she could not comprehend.

“How could it be impossible? Can you explain why, as soon as we entered here, we were chased by ghosts?”

Because of love, she could not deceive Ling Xiao, nor could she let him remain in the dark.

On the second morning, Jin Chendong rose early for work, at first planning to shamelessly pick up Gu Xintong on his way to the office, but then remembered she had already resigned from Jiuyue Advertising.

COCO placed the shoes on the floor; Anmian especially liked this pair, the patterns exquisitely crafted, unique—unlike any she had ever seen.

This man, who at fifteen marshaled troops and at eighteen conquered the North Sea—he had killed so many, would he fear a skeleton?

With this thought, Su Liang didn’t dwell on it. She climbed out of bed, barefoot, walking toward the outside as she spoke.

Xia Junyao didn’t have much time to stay here; he had to hurry to the Song residence to find Song Yuan. Three days apart—mere longing could not describe it.

Wen Lu’s lips curled into a self-mocking smile. She no longer looked at Qi Ningze, but went straight to the sofa behind and sat down.

Anmian recalled how, a few days earlier, Yuan Zhan had told her about Lu Jingnian’s origins. For reasons unknown, now that she was alone with him, she found herself growing a little wary.