Volume 1, Chapter 55: Be a Blessed Couple the Envy of Everyone

However, by now, Japan's tactics are basically common knowledge and thoroughly studied by everyone, so how could they still achieve such an exaggerated combat record? There must be something wrong here.

Stepping into the courtyard gate, she happened to see Shuyuan and Madam Mu walking out from the house. She hurried forward a few steps and asked, "Where are you heading?" Hearing the maids talking about getting clothes and other items, she knew Shuyuan was about to leave the estate.

Coming downstairs from Lin Li's apartment, Junjie impatiently started the car and drove onto the street. It was the peak rush hour for Xinggang citizens leaving work, and the roads were bustling with traffic and heavily congested. Junjie wished he could grow wings and fly straight back to Jindu, but the reality of the traffic forced him to crawl forward at a snail's pace.

Li Yuxiang suddenly jumped into the muddy puddle, raised his leg to kick down Qian Ming—who was holding a piece of wood and hesitating whether to strike Shen Ying—and then grabbed the board, smashing it fiercely down upon Shen Ying's rather frail body. With a sharp crack, the wooden board in Li Yuxiang's hand snapped in two, and Shen Ying was knocked down into the mud, accidentally choking on a few mouthfuls of muddy water.

"Why shouldn't I be able to come out? What, you're unhappy to see me?" The person lifted her head, and her cascading long hair slid to both sides along her smooth forehead, revealing Lu Yanyan's completely bloodless, pale face.

Hearing Bizhu's voice, Xiao Yingdi, who was wearing a bridal veil, lifted it and saw Bizhu and two eunuchs supporting Lu Shengwu as they pushed open the door and entered the room. She hurriedly stood up and allowed the three of them to help Lu Shengwu onto the bed.

"Whether deep within the imperial palace or amidst a million-strong army, you come and go as you please. You could appear anywhere, so what is there to be surprised about?" Qiyun's calm and serene tone gave Moxuan a momentary illusion, as if she had never left his sight for a moment.

You might as well talk about your grand leveling enterprise; at least by now I've grown accustomed to the chest-crushing stunt.

Furthermore, she had not forgotten that Jin Chengye had once fainted outside Madam Wang's courtyard, and the root cause of it had been the people from the Southern Estate.

The Dutchman frowned and impatiently interrupted him, "What do you mean by saying this to me?! If you have something to say, spit it out directly." His tone was clearly displeased.

"You won't come to a good end—" Luan Sheng had barely spoken half his sentence when he could no longer emit a single sound, because Wuxin's blade had flashed across his throat like lightning without a moment of hesitation. Then, Luan Sheng was seen twitching a few times before drawing his last breath.

Cheng Nuo's concession of "First Blood" seemed to have triggered some unknown switch in Ted. The few guys who had been timid and shrinking just a minute ago suddenly looked like entirely different people, launching an exceptionally fierce offensive rhythm that forced KWC to retreat step by step.

Entering the bedroom, he tossed her onto the soft, oversized bed and rapidly pressed down over her. She caught his hands, locking gazes with his phoenix eyes brimming with intense passion.

The waitstaff in the shop were all dumbfounded by this scene, staring blankly as Chen Xin and He Muzi departed in high spirits, almost forgetting that there were still two disheveled customers left in the store.

The battle in the western Kunlun Mountains was still ongoing. The snow leopard felt somewhat fatigued, and moreover, it was never known for its endurance. Bounding and leaping back and forth across a range of dozens of kilometers for so long had left its physical strength unable to keep up the pace.

Just at that moment, Wuxin caught sight of the teahouse where he had first met Uncle Zhong during the day, and without hesitation, he rushed straight toward it. However, the teahouse seemed to have already closed for the night; there was not a single gleam of light inside, pitch-black and silent, perhaps the owner had already gone to sleep.

"Can you keep your voice down?" someone said, though everyone was suddenly overjoyed by the initial success. With a wave of a finger, a flash of light extinguished Jiang Chen's attempt to resolve the situation, gathering up some of the aftermath.

"Going too far is as bad as not going far enough! Going too far is as bad as not going far enough!" Hearing the disappointment and despondency in Grandmaster Wu's words, Wang Sheng could not help but blurt out.

Among them, the military accounted for the vast majority. Confronted with this reality, Jiang Hao finally fully comprehended just how immense the benefits brought by blocking the treasures of the God of War were, and they were still continuing to take effect—it was truly overwhelmingly powerful.

Hearing Long Xinyue's words, Wuxin could not help but bitterly shake his head, saying flatly, "Then what do you think we should do?" He was asking her for a solution, because after all, this was Long Xinyue's home, and he could no longer act as recklessly as before.

Lin Huaiyu had originally just casually swung his blade in a horizontal block, without even mobilizing his true qi... Before the two blades made contact, he felt his arm as heavy as if weighed down by thousands of catties, and the immensely heavy force made his palm tingle slightly.

That Feng Jiuniang had not even shown herself, yet she manipulated her sword into a beam of light, weaving a massive net that crisscrossed back and forth to seal off the area inward. Although Fang Sheng's swordsmanship was formidable, he could not withstand many of her moves.

Cao Gang vaguely understood, even feeling somewhat frightened as he straightened his back and took a fierce, deep breath.

Judging by their strategic positioning, the Martial Academy and the Land Academy were basically no different from regular military units.

Arriving downstairs, the brothel lobby of Banxia Kaohua was not open for business today, but it was exceptionally bustling.

Because of the location where Han Yuanzhou found himself, his social circle was destined to consist of capable individuals from all walks of life. The moment the doors of the market economy swung open, various ten-thousand-yuan households began to emerge.

When An Zhiyi picked up the wine bottle, the wine also splashed onto her shoes. Red wine stains were difficult to clean, but since Zhou Muci didn't mind, An Zhiyi saw no need to overthink it.