Volume 1, Chapter 61: The Handkerchief

"Please, let me go in with her. She's just a child, she's only four years old."
Yu Jin grabbed the nurse's arm tightly, crying and pleading.
"This is the sterile zone of the operating room. Family members are not allowed inside. Wait outside." The nurse forcefully pried her fingers open.

Dozens of grappling hooks were hurled upward, catching onto the summit of the city wall. These hooks were originally secured to the sides of the scouts' mounts; theoretically, they could even snag a cavalry horse's legs to drag down both horse and rider, but their primary purpose remained scaling city walls.

"Now this is an eight-versus-one. Don't call me cowardly. You are the Five Kage, as well as the finest shinobi of this era." Madara crossed his arms over his chest, his expression serene as he spoke.

Before the living room clock's hour hand could reach the numeral ten, the White House placed a call to the residence, stating that President Reagan was requesting Alice's presence at the White House for a meeting.

His impending departure carried a faint air of a warrior marching off on a mission with no return, so he wanted to arrange everything as thoroughly as possible before leaving.

After finishing his call with Zhao Lei, he stepped down from the bed, seated himself on the balcony sofa, poured a glass of red wine, and gazed at the brilliant stars outside the window in deep contemplation.

Thus, Zhong Xiumin conceived a brilliant plan. She might not be a match for Song Mocheng, but she could find a husband who was even more formidable than him—preferably Song Mocheng's immediate superior—so that she could have him torment Song Mocheng day in and day out.

"Stop him!" the head instructor roared, simultaneously launching himself upward and charging toward Mingjing. Mabui was slightly slower, as if she were deliberately holding back.

She had already utilized Cui Ying to execute this counter-strategy; how could she give Cui Ying another push from behind, thrusting her into the absolute center of the storm?

Before she was married, she did every single chore around the house. Ever since she was old enough to wash pots and cook, old Mrs. He had never once lifted a hand toward the stove, always sitting at the table and waiting simply to extend her hands for a meal.

Xue Chengjiao had never been able to come up with a better solution regarding the affair between Cui Ying and Lu Jingqi.

Fortunately, just a second before Long Ling'er was on the verge of a complete breakdown, that sensation swiftly vanished.

It was precisely because of the urgency of the situation that Shi Kuiyuan chose the Wind Cloud Sect under such a coincidental opportunity. Moreover, among the collections of Zhou Yunfeng and Hong Xiao, there happened to be spiritual herbs and elixirs capable of restoring and repairing souls, which led Zhou Yunfeng to recruit Shi Kuiyuan into the Wind Cloud Sect as its fourth supreme elder.

Now, the entire space was enveloped in a pinkish hue, with blood splattered everywhere.

The airfield served three primary purposes: first, to scout across the border to see if the Soviet army was beginning to mass its forces; second, to provide aerial cover for the Ming army in the event of a Soviet invasion; and third, to facilitate Gao Dayi's evacuation at a critical moment, ensuring that a general would not be left stranded in the hands of the Soviets.

Yet, if he had not done so, Zhang Liansheng—the only man who had risked his life to shout the truth, the one with the firmest backbone and the noblest spirit among the thousands of Ming prisoners of war—would have met a violent end right then and there. Since Zhang Liansheng could risk his life to make the most heroic choice, he was duty-bound to protect him.

Though Patriarch Chongxiao spoke with utter indifference, a closer observation revealed a faint trace of pain lingering in the depths of his eyes.

The Dingyuan and Jingyuan warships dispatched by Liu Buchan remained anchored far out in the open sea, poised to cover Zhang Yi and his men's retreat at any moment. But was Yuan Shikai any pushover?

As soon as Village Chief Ma uttered those words, the Yin-Yang Ghosts grinned as if they had tasted honey, promptly switched on the room's lights, closed the door behind them, and strode toward Village Chief Ma.

However, Tian Ming's physical strength was ordinary, while Xinghun used the weightless nature of his Qi Blades to suppress him, leaving Tian Ming temporarily overpowered.