Volume 1, Chapter 27: The Starry Sea of Heaven's Unity

He immediately focused his mind on the space, found a spot, and set the house down.

Pairs of bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the headless corpse, utterly baffled by the situation.

From a dark corner not far from the man in black and Zhao Qingxue, a shadowy figure dashed out.

Lin Feng swallowed nervously, quickly looking up and away, trying to divert his attention.

If Shu Anya had remained silent, it would have been fine, but once she spoke, Tang Yixian immediately noticed Lu Jinhang and Gu Yibai beside Shu Lan.

“Let her handle it? That would just turn into a mess. I’ve already said I’ll find you a professional manager, then you can accompany me on some trips,” Pei Cheng’en said with a smile.

The stout elder, as a founding member, intended to speak, but something occurred to him the moment he opened his mouth, so he obediently shut it again.

Upon hearing this, Madam Yin sighed and opened her mouth to reveal Chu Yelin’s background to Yin Moran, but in the end, she swallowed the words.

His sharp shout instantly drew the attention of everyone present, who all turned to look.

Princess Yun Zhi said, “You may refuse, and of course, I can seek others, but I still hope you will agree. Just know, if I were to approach Nalan Chen, that might achieve an even better outcome.”

If Director Zhang and the other two discussed other terms, it would mean the city was merely probing and hadn’t decided to cooperate directly with Yangyang Group. But if they asked about pricing, that would mean the matter was purely about cost.

Lu Ling added a remark, then smiled at An Ruo, “Even without the hunters’ help, we can handle it ourselves. An Ruo, you seem quite formidable.” His tone shifted instantly as he took her hand.

“How much longer until it begins?” Xiao Yuyin asked, looking at the hall filling with more people.

Outside, the trunk still held the man’s place. Lu Ling drove the car to a remote spot, ensured no one was nearby, then left with An Ruo.

If Yanzhou could not be reclaimed swiftly, even if he ultimately defeated Liu Bei, Yanzhou’s vitality would be severely depleted. What would happen afterward was uncertain.

She wore a black strapless evening gown, her wavy hair cascading below her chest, the waves tinted with a mysterious silver layer. The entire ensemble gave off a Barbie doll vibe, yet remained elegant.

Visiting someone during the New Year, especially knowing their parents were home, and arriving empty-handed—was that really appropriate? Although the gift-giving had become somewhat tiresome, compared to Wang Jian who came along, Shen Yang’s impression of Sun Ping was not favorable.

The warship dropped a huge metal capsule before turning to fly away. The capsule opened automatically, and fully armed soldiers marched out.

Not promoting the Ministry of Works to a status within the court pleased Yang Biao and others. As for improving craftsmen’s treatment and implementing military merit systems within the ministry, signs had already appeared earlier, so this was now acceptable.

“Calm down? The envoy from Yun Kingdom died on our soil. How do you expect me to calm down?” Xia Yaofeng narrowed his eyes, his words full of imposing anger.

“Don’t threaten her. Yan’er, just speak the truth without hesitation; this prince guarantees your safety!” Qin Aotian said coldly, a cruel smile curling his lips as he turned his back on Yu Shuxian.

In the early morning, with Yang Shangli, they laughed joyfully, took a deep breath of fresh air, then stripped and jumped into the pool. The water was neither warm nor cold, just perfect. Such a wonderful place truly felt like a fairyland.

During the trial, the court played a video provided by Yan Bin, originally recorded by Wang Bin. Though blurry, it clearly showed Lin Xi pushing him down.

“Uncle, sister will probably come looking for me soon. I’m leaving first, so she won’t worry,” Fu Heng said respectfully to Fu Peng.

Yet all he could do was suppress the overwhelming urge to pull her into his arms, choosing to ignore it.

We had already changed clothes during our conversation break. She truly loved dark green. This time, she wore another dark green shirt.

She had once been very happy to have someone to confide in without reservation, but now even that person who would listen to her ramblings was gone.

Wow—the pastry’s ingredients were unknown, but it was fragrant, sweet, smooth, fresh yet not greasy—simply exquisite.

“Where are you sending her? How much are they paying?” Zhou Bo’s eyes appraised her carefully.

Only then did he realize how difficult it truly was to be oneself! Most people lived as the image others saw, without exception. Living under constant scrutiny, could one truly remain indifferent to others’ opinions?

Mrs. Scott wore a radiant smile that felt like a beam of sunlight warming the hearts of the three.

Although Xia Yang disliked vegetables, sometimes a bit of greenery in meat was better for flavor, though she never ate it herself. If others knew this, she would surely be despised—after all, in this post-apocalyptic world, where people struggled just to eat and sleep, Xia Yang’s wastefulness bred resentment.

“The general surely wouldn’t want you delivering messages unprotected. Think it over again,” the young man said. Unlike the young master Ning, the elder had survived countless near-death experiences and was watched closely in the shadows. He and his son would protect the elder’s safety at all costs.

Lin Baitang’s embroidery had never brought him fame, but his stitches were neat and tight. The sandbags were firmly tied to his limbs, and even when Han Hu waved his hand forcefully, they did not fall off.

Led by Sister Yanjun, we came to the other side of the dining hall, seemingly to conduct inquiries and investigations.

“We’ll discuss the evil eye matter later. For now…” Zheng Li, having regained some energy, stood and looked toward Mingdu.

Pushing aside the cobweb blocking the doorway, they saw a nest about the size of a volleyball at the window, made from dry grass and mud.