Chapter 45 Be My Mrs. Fu-A delicada de olhos vermelhos: Doutor Fu, abstinente, a ama até o fim(Quando a caneta toca o papel, surgem fogos de artifício.)

"Can't you tell?"

Fu Wenhan's thumb gently rubbed against her jaw, his gaze carrying a scorching warmth as it traced her features inch by inch. "A man—if he loves a woman, what does he look like when he looks at her?"

Bathed in the lamplight, Ying Zheng's face was divided into light and shadow. His facial contours were deep and striking; with his eyes closed and brows slightly raised, he possessed a boundless clarity.

As for the shield warriors charging forward, Fatty San naturally tried his utmost to stop them. However, under the enemy's long-range firepower, which outnumbered their own by severalfold, their offensive class players were killed by countless skills the moment they stepped onto the city wall.

Thus, the five fierce nether-wolves lunged forward repeatedly; their pride would not allow their jaws to be revolted by such disgusting fare.

Had it been in a past life, or indeed for any normal person, no one would wish to become entangled with such a blatantly suspicious society. Yet, thanks to the tempering he had received from years of battlefield combat and slaughter, Zheng Meng displayed a resolute side at this moment.

The blade's tip was ice-cold. With the slightest exertion, a cut appeared behind Liu Bo's ear. Blood welled up as Qiyu sliced through with effortless ease.

For the next ten days or so, Cang Hai's routine consisted entirely of planting trees, day in and day out—planting trees and more trees. He would arrive early every morning and return to the village only after nightfall.

After all, this demonic core had reached the end of its road. Having endured millennia of erosion, the spiritual essence within it was exceedingly sparse. Fortunately, the demonic core was capable of absorbing spiritual energy autonomously, so recovery was not entirely impossible.

"What if I told you that these clothes are actually conjured by cultivation itself?" Old Zhang said with a smile.

"After all, the Turbid Dragon is also a Yura. When he crossed the Dragon Gate, it was different from ordinary Dragon Gates. Since it involved two separate worlds and dimensions, the Turbid Dragon's time should transition according to our world's timeline," said the Butterfly Yura, Alice.

Liu Sanqian and Alice strolled around for quite a while, their hands full of various snacks and toys. Most of them were items Alice claimed she wanted to gift her, which she promptly purchased and shoved into Liu Sanqian's arms.

When lunchtime arrived, Dongfang Chen received a call from Xia Zimo asking him to come home for dinner. Instead of staying, Dongfang Chen instructed Lanyin and his team to continue holding the fort for the remainder of the day—just today, and not a moment longer.

When Su Xueyun rushed to the beacon tower, the Emperor was holding a torch, attempting to ignite the beacon fire. Su Xueyun immediately projected a surge of spiritual energy toward the torch, instantly extinguishing it and giving both the Emperor and Li Fengjie a startled jump.

As casualties among the defending forces mounted, the soldiers' morale inevitably began to waver. Seizing the opportunity, the Northern Expeditionary attacking forces, covered by the powerful firepower of machine guns behind them, successfully had a platoon of soldiers scale the Nanjing city wall for the first time, engaging the defenders in fierce, hand-to-hand bayonet combat.

Seeing her putting on an act simply to distance herself from Feng Qing and deny their sibling relationship, Young Master Qingyang smiled inwardly, the corners of his lips curling upward.

"All right, I'll be leaving then. You carry on with your work." Mo Shuyuan smiled, turned, and walked away. The moment the elevator doors closed, every trace of expression vanished from her face. Leaning heavily against the wall, she stumbled slightly, her mind in complete turmoil.

"Glutton." Xiao Ning muttered under his breath, taking the opportunity to sit next to Tang Sancheng. Qixie, who had originally intended to sit beside Tang Sancheng, slipped into the front passenger seat instead.

Supporting her heavily pregnant belly, Xia Zimo accompanied Dongfang Chen into the airport. Had it not been for her advanced stage of pregnancy, which made unhindered travel impossible, she truly would have loved to go with him.

Plato called out loudly, instructing the other priests to prepare the meal and start serving immediately. He then led Chen Xi and the others toward the dining room of the living quarters.

Although Wang Jin practically unified the entire South now, countless people refused to submit to him, for his background was far too shallow. To say the least, quite a few members within the Kuomintang looked down upon Wang Jin and the Democratic Progressive Party. If he wished to expand his power, Sun Yat-sen and Song Jiaoren were figures he simply could not bypass.